Lynn lay on the floor, drenched through, her clothing clinging tightly to her trim body, her dress open and exposing her well filled bra, one cup ripped, one nipple bloodied. She ached and hurt in every joint, every muscle.
And she was scared. Scared that nobody was going to come to her rescue until she had been dead for weeks!
She promised herself once again that she would never do this to herself again – knowing in her heart that it was a self-deluding lie.
As painful as this was, it was twice as exciting! As much as she ached, she longed for more!
But right now – Oh! How badly she had to piss! Lynn breathed raggedly through her nose as she shut her eyes tightly and clenched her thighs, locked them, shut her pisshole tight – but, oh, how it hurt!
She knew she would never be able to hold it, and with that thought, she lost control, relaxed, and let out a long moan of relief as she felt the hot liquid squirt in brief spurts, then gush from her hole, flooding her panties and her thighs and her stocking tops and her tummy and the entire front of her pretty white uniform – her brand new nurse's dress.
The flood of piss gushed loudly from her cunt, soaking her thoroughly, the strongly acrid stench of her fluid making her snort and toss her head about.
But the river finally stopped, and the piss began to cool quickly, chilling her thighs and belly.
The rug beneath her was soaked, too, and she rolled away from it a little bit, wiggling on her belly until she could see the wide wet stain.
And then she inched herself forward, wetting her large tits in the squishy pool of piss on the soggy rug. She lowered her pretty face into it, stroking the rug with her cheeks, wetting her face with her own cold pin.
She wished she hadn't gagged herself so tightly. Maybe she could have worked it free, and right now she could be enjoying the taste of her pin, lapping it from the roughly textured rug with her soft warm tongue.
Julie walked down the hallway toward the exit, and as she passed the small room with the cold food machines, she heard her name called.
"Julie! Over here!"
It was Susan, her girlfriend from school. Julie slipped into the chair on the opposite side of the table from Susan and accepted the half-sandwich the other girl offered.
"Thanks. I didn't realize how hungry I was." Susan was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes glittering with the joy of secret. Julie wondered what was up.
"What's got you so happy, Suzie?" Susan's grin broadened. "You'll never guess!"
Julie chewed her sandwich for a moment, looking right into Susan's eyes. She saw something there – something that reminded her of her own secret joy – and suddenly she gagged on the half chewed mass of bread and meat in her mouth.
She knew!
"Suzie!" she gulped, then lowered her voice to a whisper, and leaned across the table. "You've just been… fucked!"
Susan was shocked.
"How… how did you… how can you tell?" Julie grinned. She straightened back up on the chair and swallowed down the piece she'd been chewing.
"A lucky guess," she offered.
"Like hell!" Susan said, her voice low and urgent. "Tell me how you knew! Does it show in my face?"
Julie laughed as she watched her friend touch her cheeks, feeling for something that would reveal her secret.
"Your eyes, silly! They tell me you are very happy… in exactly the same way I am!"
It took Susan a moment to comprehend what she'd just been told, but when she did, she had to spit out the sandwich in her mouth or gag.
"You, too? Today?"
Julie nodded. "I was raped," she said casually. "About ten minutes ago."
"God! Did it hurt?"
Julie held up her wrists, twisting them, showing off the raw red rings around the sore flesh.
"My ankles look just like this!" she said, almost gleefully.
"Wow!" Susan gasped. She kept her voice very low. "What did it feel like… being raped?"
Julie frowned for a second, considering. "It hurt… at first. It hurt like hell when he… when he went into me. But after a while it felt better… and then it felt… fantastic!"
"Were you a… virgin?" Susan asked, her eyes wide.
Julie nodded, shoved the last of the sandwich in a to her mouth, and brushed her hands together.
"God! And he raped you! Who did it to you, Julie?"
Julie gulped down the bread and took a drink of Susan's Coke.
"Promise you won't tell?" she asked. "You bet!"
The two girls shifted their chairs closer together. Julie pointed out through the glass door.
"He did!"
Susan twisted her neck to see. Dr. Fox! Yes, he would be just the one to do it, too. The creep!
"Are you going to report him?" Susan asked, turning back to her friend.
"I don't know. Actually, it felt pretty good, after I got used to the pain, and being stretched out like that… and that awful stuff he gave me to drink!"
Susan could only sit there and shake her head in wonder. Raped? Fantastic! That was better than her own story, by a mile!
But Julie was interested.
"How about you? Were you raped, too?"
"Naw… I've been meeting Dr. Johnson sometimes during the past few weeks, and today we finally made it!"
"Where?"
"In one of the patient's bathrooms. It was freaky. Ken is such a great fucker. But I was scared we were gonna be found."
"Were you a virgin?" Julie asked.
Susan nodded.
"Yes… both places!"
Julie jerked her head up at that! So, Susan did have something to tell her friend!
"Yeah! He fucked my pussy while we were standing up… just backed me up against the wall and shoved his cock right up my cunt! It was unbelievable! He was soooo fucking gooood!"
Susan sat for a moment, remembering the beauty of her first fuck, and Julie thought about being tied down and raped.
"But then what happened?" Julie said, breaking their reveries.
"Oh! He made me… kneel down in front of him… and…"
Julie's eyes went very wide!
"And he made me… suck his cock!" Susan finished.
Julie was stunned! That was what Carl had been wanting to make her do, at the end. Suck his fucking prick! And Susan had already done it with Dr. Johnson!
"How… was it?"
"Mmmmmmm…" Susan said, licking her lips and smiling as she sat back in the chair and locked her fingers behind her neck. As she took up this pose, her tits jutted outward, puffing out the front of her Candy Striper uniform. Julie sighed and felt her mouth watering.
Julie had always had a thing for Susan. Julie knew that she would have to experience a girl – or a woman – before she would ever be satisfied that the best way was man and woman. But at least she now had one half of the material she needed to make a comparison. She looked longingly at Susan's thrusting tits, outlining in her mind's eye the beautiful nipples confined inside the other girl's tight bra, and dreamed of tying Susan down to Dr. Fox's wonderful examination table.
And Susan watched Julie, smiling and arching her back a bit more, accenting the upthrusting mounds under her blouse. She knew exactly what her friend was thinking – and she had been hoping for several months that they would find the time and the opportunity to try some simple experiments with each other.
Susan felt the same way about Julie that Julie felt about Susan.
And for the past week, Susan had been planning a secret meeting with Julie – only she hadn't told Julie about it yet, until she'd found out if her sister would agree to let her use her apartment.
And Lynn had told her she could use it whenever she wanted to, and had even given her her own key.
"Julie?" Susan said, her heart beating a little faster as she broached the subject.
"Hmmmm?"
"I… have the key to my sister's apartment. She said I could use it any time I wanted to. How would you like to… kind of go over there and… well… talk?"
Julie looked into Susan's pretty blue eyes, her own dark eyes gleaming with a secret lust.
Julie reached out her hand and Susan took it, clutched it tightly in her own. The two girls stood up and walked hand in hand out of the hospital, wiggling their tight asses for the benefit of Dr. Fox, who stood at the desk, pretending to be writing on a patient's chart.
He smiled.
Harry smiled.
He watched the woman on the screen struggling violently against the tight chain around her throat, slowly strangling her, forcing her to hold her head upright and pressed back against the pillar in the dungeon. Her long arms, encased in shoulderlength black leather gloves, were drawn high and slightly backward, forcing her huge tits to thrust out and upward – perfect for the blows of the thick bullwhip her lover was about to lash into her flesh.
Harry could easily imagine that the woman on the screen was really Lynn, her eyes wide with utter horror as Harry stepped back, turned slowly, and ran the full length of the whip through his fingers – waiting, letting the naked tease think about the error of her ways.
The man on the screen snapped the bullwhip into the woman's lush tit, leaving a wide red welt.
Harry's cock jerked in his tight pants.
Damn!
Damn you, Lynn!
His prick was hurting badly. He wanted Lynn so fucking much! And sitting here, watching a beautiful full-breasted blonde – who looked a lot like Lynn – get stripped and tied and whipped, well, it made him crazy!
And knowing that Lynn was sitting home in that shitty little apartment of hers, all alone on her day off, all warm and soft and cozy in her soft robe – all naked and smooth and moist under that robe.
To hell with this fucking picture!
Harry pushed himself out of the comfortable chair and strode out of the theater into the blinding sunlight. His pants bulged with his huge aching cock. A woman walked by, slapping her palm over her mouth as she spotted the lump in Harry's pants.
"What's the problem, you fucking whore!" Harry growled at her. He snorted at her as she began blushing and giggling. "Fuck yourself, bitch!" he shouted after her, then turned and walked off in the opposite direction, toward Lynn's apartment, turn the corner just as the bus bearing Julie and Susan drove past.
"Hey, Ken!" Carl called to his friend. "Can you give me a ride home tonight? My car's screwed up and I left it at the garage this morning, and now they tell me it won't be ready for another day or two."
"Sure thing, Carl. Meet me in the lot in half an hour. I have to drop by a friend's place for a minute or two, but it won't take long."
"Great! And thanks. See you in half an hour." Ken waved as Carl put down the telephone and walked back to his office at the far end of the hallway. What a bastard, Ken thought, shaking his head in wonder that the crazy fool hadn't been put away long before this. Still, Carl had helped him out of a number of small jams, and they were friends – after a fashion. Carl might have his faults, lots of them, but he was nonetheless one hell of a good doctor.
But Ken had no intention of wasting the rest of the afternoon thinking about Carl, not when he could think about Lynn and how he could manage to fuck both that luscious nurse, with her big knockers and her wet wet cunt, and her sister, with her tight twat and her succulent titties.
They were both so damned fucking sweet!
The ideal situation would be to marry Lynn and adopt Susan! What a dreamer! Ken smiled at his own mental image of all three of them in bed together – loving and fucking and sucking each other all day and all night, with maybe an occasional visit to the hospital or office to pick up his checks.
Well, anyway, he was going to take the bull by the horns tonight and drop by Lynn's place to ask her for a date – their first.
He only hoped that Susan hadn't already told Lynn about their session this morning.
That could be a trifle awkward.
Lynn struggled with her awkward position. She was in real pain – aching agony – her hands and feet swelling from the lack of circulation.
And they hurt like hell!
She mumbled into the panty-gag, talking to herself about her predicament and how she could get herself out of it. But all she could some up with, unless by some miracle the key should suddenly fall, was to simply lie here, her face resting in her chilled pin, and wait.