Stretched and bound on the altar were a pair of naked submissives.
Damon was the male, Angela was the female.
Each of them stood on the floor at opposite sides of the altar, facing each other. Each was bent face down across the altar.
Each was bound and spread.
Angela was a buxom brunette in her middle twenties. She sobbed as her ripe bottom was flogged by the whip of the high priestess.
A male assistant stepped forward when the whipping of Angela was done. He opened his black, hooded robe.
Under it, he wore nothing but a swollen, oversized erection.
Angela gasped as her whipped bottom was handled and kneaded, then rubbed with the swollen penis of the man.
Taking hold of his cock, he pressed its head against her fleshy pussy lips.
While the high priestess whipped Damon on the other side of the altar, Angela was entered and penetrated by the stiff cock of the cultist.
The black magic orgy had begun!
CHAPTER ONE
It wasn't much of a ceremony, as Black Masses go, but then Leo Lupus hadn't come for the ritual.
Flesh was what he desired.
Fresh young female flesh tender-vulnerable.
Sweet young flesh for the cult and its master.
This was a sort of cult, too, this misbegotten ragtag collection of half-baked occultists, confused thrill-seekers, and kinky sex freaks.
The meeting was held in the basement of a private home in a fashionable, expensive suburban community in northeastern New Jersey.
The time?
Midnight right on the borderline between Friday night and Saturday morning, on this frigid winter night.
In the basement it was warm ... hot. Thick with smoke, incense, hashish, stale perfume, sweat, leather.
Hot from the collective body heat of the ritualists.
There were about fifteen of them down here in the basement. Actually, the area was too clean and comfortable and spacious to be counted as a basement.
But it was located underground, its ceiling was the floor of the first floor of the house. It was a wide, spacious area, low-ceilinged.
At the far end of the space, opposite the narrow wooden staircase which connected with the ground floor, was the altar.
Hung on the wall behind the altar was a red banner covered with black runes and symbols of seeming mystic significance.
To a true scholar of the occult like Lupus, the magical trappings of what was essentially an S&M swingers group was laughably pretentious.
The altar was a square, solid wooden platform, blocky, waist-high, covered with a red satin covering that draped down to the floor.
An ivory human skull sat on top of the altar.
The members of the group were an attractive bunch, made up basically of affluent, bored couples who had come in search of a new kinky kick.
Their numbers were about evenly divided between male and female, with the ages ranging from middle twenties to late forties, the average being distributed somewhere in the middle of the range.
The altar was on a dais which raised it a foot or so higher than floor level. Mats and cushions covered the floor facing the altar.
On those mats and cushions knelt the cultists.
Their backs were facing Lupus, who stood in the shadows at the rear of the room, his eyes glowing redly in the dimness.
The members were wrapped in black cloaks with pointed hoods, full-length flowing cloaks which covered them from head to toe.
Male and female, they were naked under those cloaks.
Lupus, too, was naked under the cloak which he wore, in deference to the sensibilities and rituals of the group of which he was a guest.
The High Priestess, Bella Sime, was an associate of Lupus.
He knew that she, at least, was the real thing.
Among this group of jaded thrill seekers, Bella was a wolf among the sheep.
Lupus, too, was a two-legged wolf.
Bella did not belong to Lupus' master but she knew him. Feared him. And sought to curry favor with him by assisting his agent. Lupus.
Lupus was a mature white male. His age lay somewhere between thirty and forty, but was impossible to pin down beyond that.
He had thick black hair, cut short and close to the scalp. He was clean-shaven, with a wide, bony, monk-like face, hard-edged and hollowed.
Up at the altar, Bella Sime conducted the ceremony.
She was forty, with a face that looked fifty and a body that looked thirty.
She was tall and strong and full-bodied. Her black hair was full and glossy and framed her wide face like a helmet.
Her face showed the dissipation that too much wanton pleasure had produced. It was prematurely aged and carved with hard lines.
It was attractive in a harsh way. Her brows were dark, her lips painted bright red, her skin very white and pale.
She wore a cloak draped over her shoulders, its hood thrown back to expose her head, the cloak held clasped closed at her throat.
She was assisted in her duties by Wilson Holloway and a girl named Kimberly.
Wilson Holloway was the leader of this cult. In the real world, he was a very prosperous stockbroker, quite wealthy.
But this was his true calling.
He had arranged and organized the group, from among a band of ultra-sophisticated swingers in search of newer, more intense excitement.
The group had been in existence informally about six months. Only recently, Holloway had made contact with Bella Sime.
Bella was famous or notorious-among the deviant set, both in the realm of the occult, and the world of bizarre sexuality.
Bella had visited some of the cult meetings and directed the proceedings, as she now was doing, with Wilson Holloway deferring to her.
Holloway was a mature, handsome man in his late forties, with a fine-featured face and dark brown hair graying at the sides.
He was six feet tall, well-built, in good condition.
Kimberly was Bella's assistant for this gathering. Lupus took notice when she moved into the light, out of the shadow at the rear of the altar.
The area was dimly lit, and what light there was, was furnished by candles, thick black candles which stood erect in holders.
Quite literally erect for each of the foot-long, thick, waxy black candles was shaped in the form of a stiffly erect penis.
As the flickering flames burned and the candle melted, the erections turned liquid, spilling gouts of hot wax down the candle.
The candles were collected mostly around the altar, to light the area. A few more were sparsely scattered around the room.
The lights threw strange, angular, twisted shadows as the trio of Bella Sime, Kimberly, and Wilson Holloway circulated on the platform of the altar.
Kimberly was just about the youngest participant, and despite the heavy make-up she wore, had to be in her very early twenties, possibly her late teens.
The ritual commenced.
Bella was crowned high priestess of the ceremony. A real crown stood close at hand, a diadem of cold black iron with spear-bladed points.
Wilson Holloway raised the crown over the head of Bella, chanting the appropriate prayer, while she stood facing the worshippers.
From the kneeling black-hooded and cloaked worshippers, came the droning response and answers to the invocation.
Wilson Holloway reverently fitted the circlet of black iron on Bella's head, so that it circled her scalp like a headband.
This done, Holloway stepped aside, making room for Kimberly so that she might hand Bella the rod of authority:
A whip.
It was a cat-O'-nine-tails, with a fifteen-inch dildo-shaped handle. Nine thick black leather thongs sprouted from the handle's head.
The cat lay on a red silk cushion, which Kimberly held.
The red eyes of Lupus glowed brighter when Kimberly stepped forward.
A sneering smile curved his thin, bloodless lips.
This wench was a beauty! Even though she did her best to cover up her good looks under too-dramatic make-up.
She was a little rebel, a type Lupus had encountered more than once.
Her pretty chestnut-brown hair was worn in a strange, spiky hairstyle, so that it bristled out in all directions.
Her face was long and fine-boned, delicately featured. Make-up lay on it as thickly as a mask.
Her brows were dark and arched. Her lashes were thick, and her shining eyes were ringed with purple eye shadow laid on too heavily.
Her lips were painted blood-red, with lipstick that shimmered there like wet paint. A black beauty mark was drawn in close to her mouth.
Dangling from the lobes of her pierced ears were a pair of rings, shining silver rings shaped in the form of the skull-and-crossbones.
Kimberly was into the punk, New Wave look, the latest style in adolescent revolt in defiance of adult standards of good taste.
Only the latest. Before them had been the hippies, and before the hippies the beatniks, and so on down the line.
Such childish postures amused Lupus no end. Children, dressed in fanciful garb, making their little gestures and noises of rebellion.
Today, such way-out clothes and make-up and attitudes would serve their purpose well-namely, to drive Mommy and Daddy up the wall.
But in a few years hence, the little rebels would hang up their costumes and rejoin the establishment and grow into little cloned copies of the very parents they had so futilely rebelled against.
What did such of they know of rebellion?! Bah!
Now, Lupus was the real thing he had rebelled against every law of man, God, and decency.
He watched Kimberly with avid interest, his red eyes glowing.
Wrapped in the black cloak as she was, he still could make out the fine lines of her high-bosomed, slender, long-legged physique.
She stood with her head bowed while Bella took up the cat.
Kimberly stepped back, out of the way.
Kimberly and Wilson Holloway, standing on either side of Bella and the altar, went down the side of the room.
Each of them selected one of the worshippers from the group, and brought the selected duo up to the altar.
There was a man, and a woman.
Damon, the man, was in his mid-thirties. He had short brown hair, dark eyes, a mustache. He was stocky, well-built, hairy.
Angela was the woman young lady, rather, for she was in her mid-twenties.
She was short and buxom, with attractive Mediterranean good looks. She had a round face with dark brown eyes and a Roman nose and wide, sensual lips.
Angela was about five feet tall, perhaps an inch or two over that mark. She had a swelling bosom, small waist, wide bottom.
On the altar platform, Angela weaved unsteadily.
Kimberly stood behind Angela and held her lightly by the arms, supporting her.
Damon's eyes were unnaturally bright and glazed, as were Angela's indeed, as were the eyes of almost all the cultists.
For they all of them had imbibed and smoked and snorted a variety of potent drugs to put them in the proper head for the ritual.
The ceremony could now begin.
Wilson Holloway lifted the human skull from its place of repose in the center of the altar, and reverently set it aside.
It was put in a place from which it had a fine vantage point of the altar as if the skull had eyes that could see, in those hollow black sockets.
Kimberly guided Angela to one side of the altar, while Wilson Holloway did the same for Damon, bringing him to the opposite side.
The cloaks of Damon and Angela were removed and set aside.
Naked, the pair stood facing the cultists.
That Angela was a tasty little tart, Lupus decided-but such as her could always be procured under ordinary methods.
No, this night, he sought something special.
Angela's flesh was golden and tawny and glowing. Her breasts were melons of flesh, crowned by fat brown nipples showing wide aureoles.
Her hips were wide. Her bush was thick and dark and brown, mostly covering a fat pubic mound and a pair of thick pussy lips.
Her thighs and bottom were plump but not fat.
Damon had broad shoulders, a square torso, hairy chest, belly, groin. He had a flat belly and a thick, limp uncircumcised penis and heavy balls.
Damon and Angela were displayed in their nudity to the cultists.
At a command from Bella Sime, Angela and Damon were stretched across the altar and locked into restraint for the ritual.
Heads bobbed and excitement murmured through the watching cultists, as Damon and Angela, standing at opposite ends of the platform, were bent forward from their waists, so that their upper bodies rested on the altar top.
CHAPTER TWO
The two assistants of Bella Sime, namely Wilson Holloway and Kimberly, secured Angela and Damon to the altar.
Angela stood with her feet on the floor, her lower body vertical, and her upper body above the waist stretched across the altar.
Her creamy breasts with their dark brown nipples pressed flat, excess bosom flesh oozing off the sides. Angela's head overhung the opposite end of the altar.
Her feet were spread wider than shoulder-width apart, then manacled.
Restraints were attached to the base of the altar on either side, and there were two sets of each, so that two might be restrained at once.
Cuffs were locked around Angela's ankles. Short chains, fastened to the cuffs, locked her feet into position.
Bent forward as she was, her broad bottom arched outward.
Under the tawny full cheeks of her ass, the fleshy pussy lips quivered.
Angela lay on the table with her arms stretched out in front of her, pressing the sides of her head.
On the opposite side of the table, her hands were manacled by Wilson Holloway, who locked thick leather cuffs around the wrists.
like the foot fetters, these manacles were secured via chains to the altar.
Damon was similarly positioned and secured to the altar.
He and Angela faced the assembled cultists in profile, and lay side by side on the altar, their flanks touching.
Bella Sime now stepped forward, facing the cultists.
Kimberly stood behind Bella, and undid the clasp which held her cloak closed at the neck, so that it draped her shoulders and covered her like a cape.
It was now removed, revealing Bella's bizarre garb.
She was bare-breasted, her flesh all shiny and pale, except for the nipples, which were dark buttons, sharply pointed.
A black leather waist cincher corseted her middle, plumping up the breasts and the buttocks, giving added hourglass curves to her physique.
The cincher was decorated with shiny metal studs, which glinted in the reflected candlelight from those black penis-shaped candles.
Bella wore a kind of scanty black triangle which barely covered her pubic mound, and a pair of thigh-high black leather boots.
She had full, heavy breasts, breasts which were upright and high. Her hips were wide and heavy, with a broad bottom and thick thighs.
She took up the cat and lovingly brandished it.
Caressingly she ran those supple snake-like leather thongs through her fingers.
Booted legs strode over the platform. It was now so still and quiet that the tap of her high heeled boots was quite clearly audible.
It seemed that Damon and Angela flinched each time one of those spiked high heels clicked down closer to them.
Bella reached for the catch that kept on her G-string.
It came off, and then she was naked except for cincher, boots, and a pair of studded black leather bracelets on either wrist.
She had a thick black bush and rosy, swollen, fleshy labia.
She halted behind Damon, stood facing his bottom, which was outthrust from the bondage position in which he was secured.
She turned the cat handle in her hand, so that the pommel of it was pointed downward at his ass, which quivered from her closeness.
The cat handle was penis-shaped, a dildo, consisting of a thick leather covered shaft terminating in a wide bullet-shaped head.
Bella prodded Damon's slack buttocks with the head of the dildo handle.
He flinched and tightened up, clenching his buttocks.
Bella chuckled throatily.
She ran her cat up his spine, as she crossed behind the table to move to Angela.
Taking up a position behind Angela, she stroked the smooth insides of Angela's plump taut thighs with the dildo cat handle.
The dildo rode up to Angela's pussy.
Bella pressed the dildo tip against the quivering pussy lips.
Angela stilled a groan as Bella pried open the labia with the dildo head to expose a pink flash of slippery inner membranes.
Enough of such teasing foolishness.
Bella straightened up, wicked malice making her eyes shine.
She slashed the cat down on Angela's ass.
Angela tautened with pain.
Again Bella struck, and again, and again.
Angela tried to stifle her cries, but by the third stroke, she cried out loud, and by the tenth stroke, she was shrieking.
She tore against the bonds which secured her to the altar, but they were well built, and held her a helpless prisoner.
Bella's plump globes of milky-white bosom flesh arched and fell as she wielded the cat, a task to which she had obviously warmed.
The leather thongs made vicious cutting sounds against soft flesh.
Each time they fell on Angela, nine thin red slices were cut into the fine-textured flesh of her bottom, nine slashes for each stroke.
Bella gave her ten in all.
When she was done, the sound of Angela's sobbing was very loud indeed.
The assembled cultists stirred restively, murmuring with barely suppressed excitement, their hooded heads bobbing.
Bella crossed back to Damon now.
Muscles writhed in his flesh, as he tensed himself in anticipation of the blow.
Bella was in a state of high sexual excitement.
Her fat nipples stood out stiffly, throbbing. She cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples for an instant.
She fooled Damon by not immediately striking.
She let the very tips of the thongs fall lightly on the rounded curve of his tight, hairy, rounded rump.
She let them slide up and down, raising chills in his spine.
Then she slashed down the cat, making Damon writhe.
Strange sight, to see this evil-faced, buxom bitch whipping a muscular young man who had willingly offered himself up for her sadistic pleasure.
And the pleasure of this cult.
Damon groaned and gurgled as he was whipped.
Perhaps he entertained some thought of taking it like a man, of silently suffering through the administration of the strokes.
If so, he was to be disappointed in this goal, for by the time that the tenth stroke sizzled down on him, he shrieked like Angela had done.
There was something high and womanishly wailing in his sobbing cries that Lupus found delicious.
Apparently the whipping scene had the same effect on the cultists, since they trembled with emotion, and could barely contain themselves.
The final stroke was delivered.
Angela and Damon each had suffered ten searing strokes of the cat.
Their bottoms twitched. Red marks, raw and wet, crisscrossed their buttocks. Their shoulders shook from sobbing.
Bella put her hand on Damon's ass and rubbed it.
She held her hand up, which now had thin red blood smeared on it.
She licked it, then smacked her lips.
Time for the Kiss of Submission ...
Bella had just whipped Damon's ass. Angela's head was close to her, since the victims had been bound facing each other.
Bella took hold of a handful of Angela's hair.
Angela sobbed as Bella yanked her head up.
Angela's face was red and glistened with tears. Her eyes watered.
Holding Angela's head up, Bella turned and presented her bare bottom.
Bella had a strong mature adult body, with broad shoulders, a wide bottom, and a pair of oversized cheeks, full and unblemished and shining.
Those ripely rounded ivory cheeks quivered as she presented them.
Bella, smirking, reached behind herself and took hold of her buttocks, pulling them to the sides and spreading them open.
Nestled deep in the crack of her ass was the brown button of her anus.
She arched her bottom back, pressing it against Angela's teary face.
Angela's face was wedged between the bottom cheeks.
She must give the Kiss of Submission-a respectful kiss pressed right on Bella's ass-hole.
Angela made obeisance and kissed Bella's hole.
Bella then released Angela, and went to Damon's head, where she presented her plump backside and opened her ass for his kiss.
This part of the ritual observed, it was time to move to more intimate celebration of Satan and all his unholy works of the flesh.
Bella took up a position back at Damon's backside.
Kimberly came forth, holding a silver tray in both hands.
On that tray was a jar of ointment.
Bella stepped back, signaling Kimberly to continue.
The young thrill seeker shivered in a state of high excitement. Her glazed eyes seemed ready to pop from their sockets.
Veins swelled in her forehead and neck. Bizarre emotions crossed over her face. Red spots of color flared in her cheeks.
She set the tray down on a nearby podium, and opened the jar of ointment.
Standing behind Damon, she took hold of his buttocks, ignoring the stifled cries of pain coming from him from this handling.
She spread his cheeks, exposing the rosebud button of his anus.
Scooping out some greasy ointment, she smeared it in the crack of his ass, massaging it into the anal folds and stuffing it inside.
When she let go of his buttocks, her hands were smeared with thin red blood.
She smeared it on her lips and licked it. .
Bella nodded approvingly.
She turned her cat upside-down, so that its leather thongs sprouted from the bottom of the handle like the whisks of a broom.
She held the dildo handle upright, suggestively, while Kimberly smeared the bullet head and thick shaft of it with ointment.
Kimberly joined Wilson Holloway on the opposite side of the altar.
Holloway took up a switch-a nasty item, but a toy compared to the cat.
The switch was a yard long, thin, wickedly tapered, flexible, whippy.
He handed it to Kimberly. Her cloak hindered the freedom of hre movements, so she took it off, affording Lupus his first real look at her flesh.
She was tall, slim, aristocratic, coltish. She had small pert perfectly formed breasts, with uptilted pink button nipples.
She had long shapely arms and legs. Her torso was narrow, elongated. She had sharp hip bones and a nicely rounded bottom.
Her bush was dark and fluffy, covering a pair of fragile labia which in their turn covered the narrow cleft of her slit.
Her legs were very long, with taut thighs and shapely calves.
Kimberly held the switch in both hands, so that it stretched across the middle of her thighs. She flexed the switch.
Now Wilson Holloway joined Bella on the other side of the altar.
Kimberly faced Damon, whose head overhung the edge of the altar.
His eyes were wet and fat tears spilled from them. Under a coat of tears and sweat, his face was red with hot emotion.
Kimberly stood with her precious pussy poised inches from his face.
Spreading her legs, she lurched her hips forward, grinding her pussy against the face of
Damon.
Her fluffy bush rubbed his face. Her pussy lips quivered as they rolled over his forehead, brows, nose, chin.
She ground her pussy against his mouth.
She was wet when her labia spread and her inner membranes smeared his face, they left a wake of thick juices.
"Lick it," Kimberly hissed. "Lick it, you pig!"
She spoke in a thin, breathy, little-girl voice which sounded quite at odds with the contents of her command.
Damon lifted his head, straining and cording the muscles of his neck.
He stuck out his tongue and pressed it to her pussy.
The tongue glided up and down the pussy lips, licking and polishing.
Kimberly clenched her buttocks, tightening them, as she rocked her pussy up and down his face, against his licking tongue.
She pushed even more forward, so that his tongue pressed inside her slit.
He licked and kissed and lapped and slurped.
Kimberly stood facing him, and held the switch loosely in her right hand.
Angela was bent forward from the waist on this side, so that her whipped bottom lay across the altar next to Damon's head.
Which put her rear right in reach of Kimberly's switch ...
Bella kneaded and groped Damon's aching buttocks.
As she manhandled and manipulated the scourged buttocks, Damon writhed and groaned and gasped.
Since his mouth was wrapped around Kimberly's pussy, she benefited from it, since the vibrations shot through her pussy.
Moans would come with much greater frequency now, as Bella moved to fuck his ass with the dildo handle of the cat.
Wilson Holloway shrugged off his cloak and stood nude facing Angela's face.
Holloway had ramrod-stiff posture. He was gaunt, raw-boned, with broad shoulders and chest, thick thighs, iron-gray body hair.
His penis was long and thick. His bush was charcoal-gray, thick, bristling.
He took hold of his member and held it Angela's face.
He rubbed the penis against her cheeks, smearing tears.
His member jerked with heat, swelled, grew thick, stiff, erect.
It stood out like a horn from his hips.
Angela's eyes widened as he gripped the rod of flesh in one hand, and a fistful of her hair in the other hand.
He yanked her head up, raising it so that her moaning mouth was on line with his rod.
He rubbed the erection against her face, nuzzling it.
He pressed the penis head to her lips and stuffed it between them.
Angela wrapped her lips around the shaft below the rim of the cock head.
She sucked and slurped the head, saliva streaming down the sides of her mouth.
Bella Sime thumbed open the whipped buttocks of Damon.
She guided the dildo handle of the cat between them and pressed its bullet head to the crinkled dimpled hole of his ass.
He groaned as she pressed it into him.
His circle of flesh was stretched and smoothed and plugged by the dildo head.
He cried out when the head was stuffed past the sphincter and into his rectum.
It was a fat knobbed ball filling and stretching him.
He gasped for breath, quick panting breathing.
"Keep sucking, you pig," Kimberly commanded. "Don't dare stop!"
His red face contorted by pain, hissing and moaning, he lanced and thrust his tongue into Kimberly's succulent pussy.
Wilson Holloway stuffed his penis deeper into the mouth of Angela.
The comers of her lips were stretched by the thickness of the rod.
He put the penis deep in her mouth, squashing her tongue.
Back and forth, over her lips, he pumped his cock.
Bella Sime sank the leather covered shaft of the dildo into Damon's ass.
Kimberly slashed her switch down on Angela's wiggling bottom.
Kimberly gyrated her lean hips as she pressed her pussy into Damon's mouth.
He pressed his tongue to her clitoris and licked.
He shook, trembling from penetration by the thick dildo handle.
Kimberly's flat belly, her bush, labia, thighs, were wet with saliva.
From the urgency of his erotic contortions, her climax was close.
The member that pushed back and forth over the lips of Angela grew redder and hotter and thicker with each stroke.
Wilson Holloway held Angela's head in place while he fucked her mouth.
Kimberly slashed the switch down on Angela's rump.
The whippy switch curled around the bottom cheeks, biting them sharply.
Angela's squeals and squallings vibrated up the column of Holloway's cock.
He was just about to come ...
Gripping his penis below the head, he popped it out of her surprised mouth.
And came all over her upturned groaning face.
Bella spread the cheeks of Damon and pulled the dildo handle out of his ass.
He sobbed with relief as the thick rod came free of his rectum.
Kimberly pulled his hair by its roots and ground her pussy against his mouth.
She came.
Gooey strands of semen were smeared over Angela's face, dripping down it.
Kimberly shivered with orgasm.
She clutched the edges of the altar to maintain her balance, her knuckles whitening, her clenched buttocks flexing.
Wilson Holloway's still-erect member twitched, spilling creamy come off it. It bobbed and tilted as he moved behind the altar.
He took up a position facing the ass of Angela.
Stretched across the altar as she was, her ass and pussy were on a level with his waist, while his member jutted at her.
Her buttocks twitched and jerked. They were striped with red from cat and switch.
She shrieked when Wilson squeezed and kneaded the ass cheeks.
Taking hold of his member, he pressed its head to her pussy.
He poked and prodded the pussy lips.
Angela writhed in her chains.
But she was wet ... dripping.
His cock head pried open the lips of her pussy and he penetrated her.
Angela sobbed as she was entered from pain or pleasure, none but she could say.
Holloway was gasping as he fed the full length of his erection into her pussy. She was young, hot, tight all a man might desire.
His buttocks clenched, his hips thrust, burrowing the cock deep in her.
Bella, standing at the edge of the platform facing the worshippers, made a dramatic summoning gesture.
Silently, she urged them to all join in.
This was the signal for the start of the orgy.
Hoods were pulled back, exposing the heads of men and women whose faces expressed unholy lust.
Bodies were denuded of their cloaking robes, to reveal here a broad-shouldered handsome gentleman in a state of rampant erection, there a seemingly respectable suburban matron writhing in lust which would now be satisfied ...
CHAPTER THREE
Just before dawn, Kimberly was mouthed at both ends by Bella Sime and Lupus.
They were back in the city now, the quiet suburban community where the ritual had been celebrated was now far distant from them.
They were in the downtown loft of Bella Sime. The loft had been renovated and redesigned for comfortable occupancy.
The loft occupied the entire top floor of a warehouse, and the space was vast, cavernous, gloomy, dwarfing.
Partitions had created rooms, one of which was Bella's boudoir.
Here it was that the three of them writhed in lust.
After the black magic ritual and the orgy ended, and the meeting broke up, Lupus left with Bella Sime.
Kimberly was Bella's little pet and prot'g', and had gone with her mistress.
They had driven to the city, entered the loft, and gone to bed.
Not to sleep.
Kimberly was the delighted recipient of the loving and skilled erotic attentions of Bella and Lupus.
Kimberly was intrigued by the stranger. She knew little of him, except that Bella held him in high repute.
From some of the veiled references Bella had made, Kimberly had somehow gotten the idea that Lupus was a man to be wary of.
This only fascinated the impressionable youngster all the more.
It was a foregone conclusion that the trio would have sex.
At the orgy, Lupus had held himself aloof from the others, politely declining to participate in the orgiastic couplings.
Bella, too, had held herself apart, serving no one at the meeting.
Kimberly was excited by being the pivotal member of a threesome.
The trio shed their clothes, and Bella and Lupus bent all their attentions in stimulating the girl and bringing her to full boil.
The boudoir was spacious and modern, with overhead track lighting, cool and intimate, patterned rugs, rich furnishings.
The bed was a platform bed, oversized, with plenty of room for three.
The trio now stood at the foot of the bed ... or, rather, Kimberly stood, while Bella Sime and Lupus both knelt.
Kimberly stood between the two of them, writhing in delight.
Bella tongued her pussy, while Lupus ate her ass.
Bella stood on her knees, holding Kimberly's lean hips, her wet shining face pressing the girl's succulent crotch.
Her lips were attached to Kimberly's pussy lips. Her tongue lanced deep.
Kimberly was very tight in her slit, and her heated membranes pressed the tongue which slurped their juices and swallowed them.
Kimberly's tufted bush was damp and dark with saliva, and her pussy lips glowed warmly under the saliva covering them.
Lupus squatted behind her, clean-shaven face hugged by her bottom cheeks as his mouth ringed her quivering anus.
Her little hole was deeply dimpled and wonderfully tight.
Lupus sucked and slurped, his tongue tip rimming the hole.
Pressing the tongue tip to the hole, he entered and penetrated it.
It was hot and tight and sticky in there ... delicious.
.He worked his tongue like a tiny penis, thrusting back and forth.
Kimberly writhed from the double oral delight.
She clutched Bella's broad smooth shoulders to maintain her balance.
Kimberly tilted her head back and shivered with lust.
She climaxed heavily.
Her body tensed at orgasm, shook for half a minute, then slumped with relief.
Wet-faced and hot, Bella Sime and Lupus rose up from the floor and guided the dazed girl into the bed.
They put her on her back, moving her limbs like those of a puppet, flanking her on either side on the bed.
Kimberly was red-faced and . moaning from orgasm. Her pussy, soaked with saliva, seethed from sexual heat.
Bella crawled up the bed on her hands and knees, heavy breasts swaying.
She moved to Kimberly's head and then she squatted facing the feet of the girl, planting her knees in the mattress on either side of Kimberly's head.
Kimberly's eyes were closed to glinting slits.
Lupus took hold of her slender ankles and spread her legs wide apart.
He had a good strong body, compactly muscled, pale, lightly-haired, except for under his arms and his dark pubic bush.
His oversized member, stiff and swollen, stood out from his hips, at an angle.
He climbed on the bed and knelt between Kimberly's spread legs.
His legs were folded under him, and his cock jutted upward.
He took hold of her hips and pulled her down to him on the bed, tilting her hips to the proper angle of penetration.
Taking hold of his cock, he pressed it to her hot wet slit.
Kimberly moaned as her pussy was rubbed by the ball of the swollen cock head.
He pried open the slit and stuffed in his cock head.
Nerves flickered and flexed in his swollen red face.
He whistled for breath as he lurched his member deep into her honey-pot.
A few stabbing thrusts, and the cock was taken deep inside her.
He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his middle.
Kimberly crossed her ankles at his back, locking her legs around him.
Bella now moved her pussy over Kimberly's upturned face.
Smiling down, Bella fingered her thick-lipped pussy to get it good and hot and juicy for the mouth that awaited.
She lowered her pussy down on the open, accepting mouth.
Labia pressed the lips of Kimberly's mouth.
The lower half of Kimberly's face, her mouth, was engulfed by a heated wet mass of slippery membranes, thick labia, tufted fleecy bush.
Kimberly licked the pussy lips, polishing them with her tongue.
Bella rested her hands on her hips and rocked back and forth, rubbing her pussy against Kimberly's mouth, smearing juices on the face of the girl.
Lupus kept his cock planted deep, and thrust hard, with short thick strokes.
In the position in which he held Kimberly, with a pillow cushioning her ass and raising her hips, he could reach up to her breasts.
Her breasts were quite literally pear-shaped, with pink nipples, soft to the touch at first, then hard when they became stiffly erect.
Lupus reached across her belly to toy with her breasts.
He pinched a stiff nipple, rolling it between his fingertips.
Each time he tweaked her nipples, her pussy convulsively squeezed his cock.
Bella rocked and rode the hot loving mouth of the youngster.
Kimberly's face was red and wet and smeared from the forehead to the chin.
That was good thanks to the hot, hard-breathing action of the orgy, most of the girl's silly make-up had been rubbed or smeared away.
With it off, she looked more the way she should as a lovely, not overly bright, sleekly exquisite little bitch.
Of course, now he could see little of her face, since it disappeared above the neck to be hidden by Bella's crotch grinding against it.
His own member seethed hot and red as he pumped into her, and he knew that a few more strokes would find him coming.
He threw those few more strokes into her, and came.
His cock surged, spitting a mass of semen into her slit.
Bella rode harder and faster on Kimberly's face and mouth, urging her to greater efforts. Kimberly Hailed the clitoris with her tongue.
As Lupus was coming in spurting gushes, Bella reached her own climax.
As she came, she sat up straight on Kimberly's face.
Bella's strong legs were folded under her, doubled, her thighs hugging Kimberly's face and her bottom pressing the forehead of the girl.
Her pussy pressed against the mouth of Kimberly, forming a seal of flesh.
As she came, Bella roughly ground her flesh against Kimberly's mouth, for an instant smothering Kimberly in climaxing pussy flesh.
Bella hugged herself, arms crossing her chests, breasts plumping up over the forearms and jutting out, stiff nipples throbbing.
Lupus shuddered as the last drops of his come oozed into Kimberly ...
This would be done in broad daylight ...
Two days and two nights had passed since the black magic orgy.
In that time, Kimberly had been fucked, sucked, sexually stimulated and then utterly satisfied more times than she could count.
She had been taken and made love to by
Lupus and Bella, singly and together, in a variety of combinations and variations.
It had all been hot and sweet, without pain, only pleasure.
Potent drugs were administered to Kimberly, drugs which altered her senses, which slowed down time.
Drugs which expanded all her body feelings, so that a caress could send her quivering to the brink of a climax.
Drugs which made time slow down, so that a thirty-second orgasm seemed to stretch on indefinitely,, forever ...
Kimberly was slightly, subtly deranged by the combination of drugs and sex, so that her normal wariness and sense of reality were distorted.
Thus prepared, she was ready for the next step.
To carry out that phase was the reason why the dark blue van was parked close to the campus grounds of a local university.
It was the middle of the afternoon, about three o'clock of a weekday, a day when school was in session.
The van was not on the campus proper. To enter, it would first have to register with the guards at the main gate.
Instead, it was parked just off the campus, in a residential section of old three-story houses where various frats and sororities and dorms were.
Some dorms were on campus, but they were grim, austere rooms, and those students who could afford it-rather, whose parents could afford it lived off-campus in the more comfortable and spacious lodgings.
It was a frigid day. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, and seemed brittle from the cold, ready to shatter.
The van's engine was kept running. Exhaust trailed thinly from the tail pipe.
In the cab of the van sat Lupus, Bella, and Kimberly.
Lupus wore a woolen cap, thick insulated jacket, jeans, boots.
Bella wore a thick scarf wrapped around her head babushka style, covering most of her hair, its ends knotted under her chin.
She wore a heavy leather jacket, thick black sweater, ski pants, shoes.
Kimberly looked less like a punk-rock zany and more like the lovely young miss she was, now that she had cleaned up her act.
Her bizarre spiky hair style had been combed out and restyled. Her hair was short and fine and fluffy and cut close.
It was a kind of boyish cut, but she had the fine-boned, delicate face to get away with it.
Gone was the dramatic, showy, ghoulish make-up, the earrings with the skull and crossbones, the leather and badges and chains.
Kimberly now dressed conventionally in a quilted ski jacket, sweater, tight designer jeans, boots.
She seemed anxious.
"Are you sure you can handle this kind of action?" Lupus asked her.
"Huh? Sure I can!" she said.
"She's just a bit anxious," Bella soothed. "Kimberly has never done anything like this before!"
She took hold of one of Kimberly's hands in her own, patted it, stroked it.
Kimberly chewed her lip.
She began, "I know I can do it, but ... "
"But what?" Lupus asked.
"But I don't understand why it has to be Lydia!"
Bella and Lupus exchanged significant glances.
"We've already been over that before, Kimberly," Bella said. "In order to be a fully initiated member of our group, you must be totally committed!"
"Oh, I am!. You know that!"
"Yes, dear, of course I know it. But I am only one of the lower lights in the group. You must prove yourself to the higher-ups."
During the last few days, time that they had spent almost exclusively with Kimberly, working on her with drugs and sex, as well as with the most subtle and devious brainwashing, they had programmed her for today.
Lupus was the agent, so Bella said to Kimberly, of one of the most powerful occult organizations in the country in the world.
Entrance to this group, a group so secret that it had no name, was restricted only to the worthiest candidates.
The requirements were simple the prospective members must be amoral, cunning, ruthless, and unbounded by the chains of conventional morality.
"Oh, I'm all of that!" Kimberly had assured Bella and Lupus.
She burned with eagerness to become a member of this shadowy group, an elite inner circle of movers and shakers.
Once a candidate became a member, all doors were opened to him or her.
The fruits of success would drop right into the hands of the members of this group, whose officers were among the most powerful persons in the country.
But, to prove worthiness for membership, a candidate had to demonstrate total committment, with an act from which there was no turning back.
Slaves for sin were always in demand by the group. If Kimberly should assist in furnishing such a slave, her admission to the group was a certainty.
But there was an additional catch the stolen slave could not be a cultist, but must be a civilian, totally unknowing of the occult realms.
And Bella and Lupus had picked the perfect slave recruit.
Kimberly had attended this very college, earlier in the year, but that wayward girl had let her studies slide and dropped out.
Bella and Lupus insinuated the idea of abducting Kimberly's roommate from school, a young sophomore named Lydia.
The two artful plotters had contrived subtly, so that Kimberly, already confused by drugs and sexual delight, fancied she had originated the idea.
Kimberly had qualms about going through with the act.
But Bella and Lupus worked on erasing her doubts, reminding her that such folk as they did not heed the slave-like morality of the herd.
They would do as they desired, not as society commanded.
Kimberly would in effect be the judas goat, leading her former friend into slavery, in order to gain admittance to the cult.
Bella and Lupus assured Kimberly that
Lydia would not be really harmed, and kept only for a day or two, to serve as a sex slave.
Besides, hadn't Kimberly admitted to Bella that she lusted after Lydia? And wasn't Lydia a high-minded moral type?
Kimberly would never possess herself of the charms of Lydia, unless she did as Bella and Lupus suggested, and delivered Lydia to the cult.
Such, at least, were the stories that Bella and Lupus had influenced Kimberly with, which she held to be gospel truth.
"Better hurry and make up your mind what you're going to do. Kimberly," Lupus said, consulting his wristwatch.
"Your ex-roomie's class gets out any minute now, and she'll be coming right this way, if what you told us is true.
"You better decide one way or the other, Kimberly!"
Kimberly reached a decision.
"Okay," she announced, "okay, I'll do it!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Lovely Lydia was stripped naked for examination and inspection ... Intimate inspection. And so was Kimberly.
"You fucking bastards!" she screamed. "You tricked me!"
Bella Sime rocked Kimberly with an openhanded slap across the face.
Kimberly's head jerked with the impact. Her eyes went out of focus.
A raw red imprint on her cheek marked where the blow had fallen. The hit had taken her on the cheekbone, bruising it.
Kimberly, more subdued now, shook her head to clear it.
"You tricked yourself, you little idiot!" Bella laughed.
Her laughter was harsh, mocking. She threw back her head and laughed.
The group of captors and captives was in the central examining room.
Somewhere outside, it was night-night of the same day in which Kimberly had lured Lydia into the clutches of her captors.
But, to her stunned shock, Kimberly found herself a captive as well, in as weird and bizarre surroundings as any she had ever seen.
The examination room was located in a wing of the castle. Basically it was a medical room, with certain key modifications.
Light was furnished by the circular fluorescent lamp which hung suspended from the lofty ceiling by a rigging of chains.
It cast a harsh, cold white light. Its tubes hummed, buzzed.
Directly under it was a doctor's examining table, consisting of a leather-cushioned bed supported by a stout base.
It was covered with a pale green rubber sheet which smelled sweet.
Dangling from the side of the table were various leather loops and cuffs and straps for restraint.
Along one wall was an eight-foot high wooden cabinet, covered with one thin coating of white paint, its glass front revealing shelves stocked with drugs and chemicals.
The walls were painted puke-green, and the floor was liver-colored tiles with stainless steel drains set in depressions.
Various other sinister devices bulked about, looming large, looking ominous as medieval torture machines, which they indeed resembled.
Kimberly was manacled naked to the wall opposite the one against which the medicine cabinet stood. Her wall was opposite the room door.
Chains were bolted to the wall. Attached to the ends of the short chains were iron cuffs, padded and cushioned on the inside.
Kimberly stood with her back to the wall, hands raised to shoulder height, iron cuffs locked around each wrists.
There was a device by which the chains could be tautened or loosed, thus pulling the captive close to the wall, or allowing for some freedom of movement when the chains had a good deal of slack in them.
But Kimberly was too outraged a captive to allow the freedom of slack chains. Those chains could be painful weapons in the hands of a rebel.
No, the chains were pulled taut, so that only an inch or two of play stood between the cuffs on Kimberly's wrists, and the wall fastenings.
To prevent kicking, a leather strap was buckled locked around her legs, just above the knees, pressing the legs tightly closed.
Kimberly thus formed a T-shape, with her hands up at her shoulders, and her legs locked together in a vertical column.
She clenched her teeth, straining, hissing as she fought her restraints.
"That will do you a lot of good," Bella Sime laughed.
She was outfitted in a new, and under the circumstances unusually menacing outfit a white-uniformed nurse's garb.
A peaked white cap perched on top of her head. From neck to knees she was covered in a tight white dress which buttoned down the front.
The dress was short-sleeved and open at the neck. Her legs were sheathed in rubber stockings, skin-tight stockings the color of gum erasers.
Kimberly stopped struggling and sagged back, defeated, sullen, hating.
She snapped, "You fucking bitch!"
Instead of taking insult, Bella Sime laughed. Her laughter was not pleasant.
Kimberly said, "Just you wait until I get out of this-"
"What makes you think that you are going to get out of this, ever?" Bella asked.
"What! You're crazy! How long do you think you can keep me here?! "
"Forever, if necessary ... but I hardly think your stay will be quite so prolonged. It will be, I promise you, just long enough ... "
"What do you want with me?! "
"Flesh," Lupus intoned somberly. "Flesh!"
"But why me?! " Kimberly wailed.
"Why not?" Lupus laughed. "You were a perfect candidate!"
"But but I was loyal to you! I did what you said all you told me to do!"
"What of it?"
"I got you Lydia, you bastards!"
"Yes ... I am sure that your little friend appreciates that, Kimberly."
Lydia silently glared at Kimberly.
Lydia was dressed in a white hospital gown and bound in restraint in a wheelchair, whose wheels were locked so it could not move.
She was gagged as well, and could only stare with silent loathing at Kimberly, stare through eyes bloodshot from crying.
"You fucks," Kimberly muttered.
"Before we're done with you, bitch," Bella Sime sneered, "you'll have had a few lessons in manners! More than a few lessons ... painful ones."
"But what about the cult?! I can serve them! I proved it!"
"There is no cult," Lupus said. "Huh?! "
"We lied," he said simply.
"That's right, bitch," Bella mocked. "We told you what you wanted to hear. We made up a story out of whole cloth and you bought it!"
"I I don't understand!"
"There is no cult, at least, none that we know of! We just made it up, to whet your appetite and get you hooked on the idea!"
"Of course, there is a little group," Lupus said, "but you'd hardly call us a cult ... no, we're just a group of-likeminded individuals who share the same tastes."
He sternly proclaimed: "But you can never join our group, Kimberly."
"Why not?! " She choked back a sob. "Why not?! "
"Because we don't permit our victims to join us, dear."
The door swung open and Dr. Dover entered the room.
He was tall, stooped, gawky, with a long thin corpse-like face, high waxy forehead, oversized cranium, snake eyes, and thin gray lips.
In his fifties, the medical deviate wore a speculum that is, the headband and mirror combination a white lab coat, rubber shoes.
He bustled into the examination room with a scuttling, crab-like stride.
Briskly he clapped his hands together and rubbed them.
"Well, fine! I see we have two prime specimens of lovely young femininity! Delightful! So let's get on with the examination, hmmmmmm?"
"Who what in the fuck are you?! " Kimberly blurted.
"Shut your mouth, bitch, and show some respect to the doctor!"
Bella Sime raised her hand to cut Kimberly with the back of it across the face, but Dover stepped forward, intercepting her.
"Gently, my dear Bella, gently," the doctor soothed.
Bella lowered her hand. "You'll change your tune soon enough, dearie."
"Fuck you!"
Dr. Dover peered at Kimberly, sticking his head far forward. That oversized skull seemed too heavy for his stalk-like neck to support.
He peered at the nude captive through watery, bulging eyes.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?! "
Reaching into the left breast pocket of his starched white lab coat, he fished out a pair of wire-rim spectacles and put them on.
The rounded lenses perched on the middle of his nose, eyes peering through them.
He beamed as he caught sight of Kimberly in his full vision.
"Ummmmm, yes, very nice, yes indeedy! She'll do very nicely! And what is your name, my fine young bitch?! "
"Who are you?" Kimberly demanded.
"Ah, ah-mustn't answer a question with a question, child. I asked you first."
"I'm not talking!"
Kimberly clamped her mouth shut and set her jaws firmly.
"I'll make her talk, damn her-"
Bella Sime started for Kimberly, her hands clutched in claws.
"Now, Bella, there's no need for any drastic measures yet," the doctor said. "I'm sure our lovely little guest guests, actually, since I see that there is not one but two such lovelies I say that our guests must be rightfully bewildered.
"Therefore, since I am their host, so to speak, it is only good manners for me to introduce myself!"
He stepped back so that he was in the field of vision of both Kimberly and of Lydia, whose eyes goggled at the sight.
The medico identified himself: "Dr. Dover, at your service, ladies!"
He made a polite bow, only his smirk betraying the mockery in the gesture.
"Let me explain that it is very lonely out here at the castle, so far away from the bustling cities, and from the habitations of men and women.
"From time to time, I and my associates find it necessary to enjoy female companionship the company of two such lovely and charming young misses as the two of you seem to be.
"Doubtless my method of procuring guests may seem a bit unorthodox to you. but I hope you will forgive me my unconventional style of obtaining you.
"Your stay here should be most pleasant, filled with fun and frolic of a sort that two nubile girls like yourselves are bound to thrill to.
"I hasten to assure you that I am a fully qualified and licensed medical man, a physician, and that you need have no doubts as to my qualifications.
"To insure that your stay here be a healthful one, I will now examine you both to make sure that you are in good health.
"Strictly a formality, since you both appear to be in excellent condition ... although I venture to say, with pardonable modesty, that after you have enjoyed our hospitality here at the castle for a while, you will blossom under our care.
"Perhaps the circumstances under which you were brought here were not the happiest, but here you are, and here you will stay.
"So, keep a good, positive attitude, and everything will go well."
His little speech concluded and the way in which he delivered it indicated that it was a memorized speech he had given many times before-Dr. Dover made another bow to each girl.
He went to Kimberly.
"Now that we understand each other, dear, let's try to start things off on the right footing," he said. "Your name, please?"
Kimberly spat in his face.
A fat glob of phlegm hit him smack in the face, spraying on his glasses, spilling gooey strands down his nose and cheeks.
Dr. Dover did not react at first. His expression remained frozen in the blandly pleasant expression it had before Kimberly's action.
He stood motionless, but his face reddened, so that the dead pale skin glowed crimson under the trickling strands of saliva.
At last he shook, maintaining his composure through superhuman willpower.
He straightened up, moving well out of the range of another such blast.
"Well!" he said at last.
"Some persons just won't listen to reason," he said slowly, his voice quivering with undertones.
"Some foolish young ladies who think they're smart have to be put in their place," he declared.
"For those who are well behaved, no such chastisement is necessary. But for those who are foolish enough to bite the hand extended in congenial welcome, there are remedies to curb even the most high-spirited filly!"
"I'll curb her, doctor!" Bella Sime said "I've had to take a bellyful of her high and mighty airs, setting herself up as though she's better than anyone else
"I put up with it in order to get her here, but now that she is here, I don't have to put up with it any more!"
Dr. Dover said, "Restrain your natural impetuosity, Bella. This small matter can best be taken care of by my assistants."
He called them, summoning them: "Ivan!
Dwight!"
Presently an ill-matched twosome came forth from the shadows, where they had waited with the obliging patience of flunkies.
They were different, but equally grotesque.
Ivan, the larger of the pair, was a hulking giant of a brute, gorilloid, with a low-browed head whose scalp came to a point, and a massive body.
Dwight was small, shrunken, dwarfish, totally corrupt.
Kimberly stifled a groan of fear when she saw the twosome.
Lydia, bound in her wheelchair, at first could not see, but only hear the duo, since they approached from directly behind her back.
She shivered to the lumbersome tread of Ivan, his size-15 shoes clomping and scraping on the tiled floor.
Dwight was light-footed and agile as an imp, his feet prancing nimbly as he advanced, hopping and jumping.
Lydia twisted her head, craning it over her shoulder to see the brute who breathed heavily like a bellows, and the flitting, scampering Dwight.
Worse luck she saw them.
Ivan was an idiot, a high-grade moron. His shaven scalp rose to a point. His low brow beetled over a pair of beady beast's eyes.
His shoulders started sloping from the neck, so that he looked neckless. He had a grotesquely enlarged and overdeveloped torso.
But his lower body was stunted and spindly except for the oversized rod of flesh that bulged in the crotch of his tattered trousers.
His hairy-knuckled hands hung low, but did not scrape the floor not quite.
If Ivan was a gorilla, then Dwight was a baboon, small and agile and cunning.
His sharp-featured face was like a snout, with an elongated muzzle. Lank dead brown hair fell across his forehead, into his eyes.
His eyes were pools of shining perversity.
He was clean-shaven, with dead-white skin. He had unusually long-fingered hands and oversized feet.
Ivan and Dwight stood side by side before Dr. Dover.
The pair took in the duo of captive nude teen beauties.
Ivan giggled, drool spilling down the side of his mouth.
Dwight leered, eyes rolling in frenzied excitement.
"How can we serve you, doctor?" wheezed Dwight.
"You can start by dispensing with the oily servility," Dover said coldly.
"Sorry, doctor just trying to show my respect for your great genius."
"Then do so with deeds, not words."
"You have some new girls, doctor."
"Obviously."
"They're very pretty, heh heh heh!" Dwight's leer here was enough to chill the blood of the captive girls. "Ivan-likes them too, don't you, Ivan."
"Uh-nuh, uh-huh ... "
Ivan unself-consciously reached between his legs, took hold of his groin, and started squeezing his snake-like penis
"Say, doctor, there's spit all over your face!"
"I congratulate you on your powers of observation, you little toad."
"Did one of the girls do that?! "
"Our little miss Kimberly is a bit high-spirited, as youngsters will sometimes be, not knowing the ways of the world yet at their tender age.
"At any rate, it is time she was instructed in the ways of the world our world here, at least!"
Dwight's rat-face swelled with sadistic anticipation.
"Now, here's what I want you to do," Dr. Dover began ...
His instructions were delivered in low tones, so that they were heard neither by Kimberly nor Lydia.
Dwight and Ivan moved into action, going to Kimberly.
Shadows fell on Kimberly's frightened face as Dwight and Ivan loomed over her.
Or rather, Ivan loomed over her, since he was six and a half feet tall, but Dwight loomed under her, since she was inches taller than he.
His face was twisted with lust, compressed by the pressures of it.
"This one is very pretty," he rasped.
"Don't touch me, you scumbag!" Kimberly shrieked.
Dwight's leering smile was twisted.
"What's the matter, pretty girl? Don't you like me?. I like you! Even if your titties are a bit small!"
"Don't don't lay a hand on me, you horrible little man!"
"I'm a little man but I've got a big cock, big enough to split you apart, you slut and if you think I'm big, wait until you've had Ivan!"
He snickered, "Or wait until Ivan's had you!"
"Don't exceed your instructions," Dr. Dover said. "Time enough for such things later. For now, just do what I told you."
"Right, doctor."
Kimberly groaned with disgust and shrank away from Dwight.
"Don't be scared," he gurgled, "don't be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you! I only want to free you from those cold and nasty cuffs!"
"You'll need the key," Bella said, and gave it to him.
Dwight took the small key and knelt by Kimberly, his dog-like head close to her quivering crotch, so that his oily breath played over her pussy.
She shrank back as much as she could, pressing against the wall.
He unlocked one cuff. She tried to kick him, but he had expected that and had positioned himself at the start to avoid.
The same key unlocked all four cuffs.
Kimberly gathered herself for a wild, desperate escape attempt, when the last cuff should open and come off.
She had no chance to carry it out.
Ivan took hold of her in his powerful arms, crushing the breath out of her as he effortlessly carried her to the operating table.
There, Kimberly was held down and locked into a punishing restraint rig so bizarre that before she even knew what was happening to her, it was done.
For Kimberly, pain began ...
CHAPTER FIVE
Deadpan Dr. Dover held his glasses under lukewarm running water, while Ivan held shrieking Kimberly down on her back on the operating table.
Dover had wiped the spittle off his face, scrubbing with a hot cloth until he got every last trace of it off.
He still stood at the sink, holding his spectacles under the running tap to wash away the saliva spat there by Kimberly.
She now suffered retaliation for her offensive misdeed.
Ivan held the naked girl pinned down on her back on the rubber-sheeted table.
Both her thin wrists were clutched in his paw of a hand. His other hand pressed her chest between her breasts, holding her to the table.
Her arms were gripped and held together, back along her head.
Dwight and Bella Sime locked Kimberly into the punishment harness.
Bella Sime had fetched the device, devices rather, since it was made up of two separate elements.
Kimberly really started struggling when Bella tauntingly displayed them.
The device consisted of two parts, the breast-binder and the crotch lock.
The crotch lock was shaped similarly to a chastity belt, and their functions were alike ... with certain sinister modifications, of course.
The crotch harness was made of thick leather straps, buckles, and a special crotchpiece which was ultra-bizarre both in design and function.
The crotchpiece, on the outside, bore the grotesque face of a demon, a device skillfully made of molded bronze.
Its interior revealed an even more sinister aspect:
It was equipped with a pair of squat thick plugs.
The plugs were close together, one of them some six inches long, the other about three inches long, but thicker.
Making the devices even more ominous was the fact that the pair of rubber plugs bristled with hard, tiny rubber teeth.
These teeth each were about a quarter-inch in length, and were like the sanitary rubber toothpick often found on one end of a toothbrush.
It was not teeth that these spiky hard rubber bristles would brush.
"Hold her legs down," Bella Sime snapped.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Dwight said.
Ivan grunted and drooled.
Dr. Dover washed off his glasses, then wiped them clean and toweled them dry before settling them back on his nose once more.
At the table, Bella Sime had succeeded in locking a horizontal leather belt around Kimberly's middle.
She now pulled it tight, drawing it to the tightest notch she could.
Kimberly cried out breathlessly as the thick black belt cinched her middle.
Dr. Dover frowned.
"Lubricate her first, Bella, if you please," he said.
She shook her head in wonderment. "You're too kind to the bitches, doctor!"
"Kindness has nothing to do with it! I have to examine her later, so I don't want her damaged now!"
"Besides," he added, "our rebellious little miss-Kimberly, is it? our miss Kimberly is a valuable piece of property now!"
Bella Sime crossed to the stainless steel equipment cat positioned close to the examining table.
Its surface was covered with sanitized white linen, and laid out on it were a variety of wickedly sharp, gleaming, pointed medical instruments.
Also it contained a number of stainless steel pots, with lids.
Bella Sime lifted the lid of one of the pots.
It contained lubricating jelly in a liquid state, clear as glycerin.
Attached to the underside of the jar's circular lid lay a long thick vertical spindle, like the kind found inside mustard or ketchup jars in fast-food joints.
Bella Sime lifted the lid, the long thick spindle oozing grease.
"Hold her legs," she said.
"The bitch kicks!" Dwight complained.
But he managed to get hold of Kimberly's ankles, even though she did her best to kick him. Small as he was, he was wiry, and stronger than she.
He clutched her ankles and stood at the foot of the table, holding her legs spread.
Kimberly fought futilely, bucking and writhing. Buttocks clenched, she arched her back as though to throw herself off the table.
But with Ivan holding her arms, and Dwight her legs, she could only flop heavily and thud against the rubber-sheeted cushions of the table.
Bella Sime pressed the greased spindle between Kimberly's legs, pressing it lengthwise against the lips of her pussy.
Then she pulled it upward, smearing lubricant in the slit and on the lips.
She lowered it and smeared grease in the crack of Kimberly's ass, on her pink button anus, which was saturated with grease.
She put the metal lid with the spindle back in the jar, sealing it.
Kimberly was pulled so that her ass was against the edge of the table, while her long legs were lifted and held behind her, so that her ankles were up by her ears.
This exposed her crotch and ass for the penetration of the device.
Bella Sime tormented Kimberly by prodding her pink greased pussy lips with the fat head of the dildo-shaped plug.
Kimberly gasped as dozens of the little rubber spikes pressed her pussy.
Bella pried open the greased pussy lips and slowly inserted the dildo.
Kimberly wailed and sobbed and shook.
The greased dildo fully penetrated her pussy, but the job was only half-done.
Bella pushed back more on Kimberly's legs, so that she rocked back and more of her rear was lifted off the table.
Her ass-hole now was exposed for penetration by the smaller of the two plugs.
Bella thumbed open Kimberly's buttocks, inserting the plug.
"You better relax, bitch, or it will hurt a whole lot more!"
Kimberly's sobs gurgled as the butt plug penetrated her anus.
"All right, stand her up on her feet," Bella said.
Kimberly was eased off the table. Bella gripped the end of the crotchpiece, so that neither of the plugs would come undone.
Kimberly was weak in the legs and could hardly stand.
Ivan, still clutching her wrists, held her arms high and kept her on her feet.
Bella Sime brought the flap of the crotchpiece up in the rear, attaching it to the back of the belt and locking it closed.
But this was only one-half of the total punishment.
The second device was a breast halter. It consisted of a pair of breast-sized metal cones, joined together, and fitted with support straps.
Kimberly's arms were held out the straps of the halter slipped over her arms, as though she donned an ordinary bra.
But this was no ordinary bra.
Its inside was bristling, in each cup, with scores of sharp tiny rubber spikes similar to those on the dildo and butt plugs, but longer.
Those ones on the dildo and butt plugs were tiny, and would cause her extreme discomfort, but little more than that.
These were a bit sharper, longer, and stiffer.
Bella Sime laughed as she kneaded Kimberly's pert breasts and fitted them into the metal breast cups of the device.
"You're almost too small for your titties to fit into these if you were any smaller, we'd have to put you in the next lower size, our junior miss model!
"But no, I see that these will serve the purpose after all!"
So it was that Kimberly was locked into the double torment of a punishing breast harness and crotch harness.
Dr. Dover found her sobbing heartfelt pleas a bit obnoxious to his sensitive ears.
This problem was solved by the timely insertion of a fat ball of cotton between Kimberly's jaws, filling her mouth and muffling her cries.
A fat strip of adhesive tape was pasted down over her lips, that she might not offend by spitting out the gag.
"Lucky you," Bella murmured. "In the old days, when a little slave bitch made too much noise, we had a much simpler solution to the problem!
"We cut her tongue out!" she concluded, bosom heaving with raw mirth.
"And thereby mutilated valuable property, decreasing the value of same," Dr. Dover said. "The tongue is one of the most valuable pieces of equipment that the slave anatomy possesses!
"Think for an instant of all the things that the properly schooled slave can do with his or her tongue, to please a master!
"No, my dear Bella, I fear that I must contradict you the methods of the old days, while brutally effective, lacked finesse!"
Now that Kimberly writhed in the torment of the restraint harnesses, she must wait for Lydia to be examined first.
All this time, Lydia, gagged and bound to the wheelchair, had witnessed the proceedings with horror-struck disbelief.
She kept waiting for this nightmare to end-for her to wake up in her safe bed back at the sorority house, in the night, with a dry mouth, body covered with cold sweat, heart hammering and the relief of knowing it had all been an awful dream.
But this nightmare was real.
As she would now discover, in the flesh.
Lydia was a tall slim blonde with a delicate, exquisite face, pert firm pointed breasts, a high rounded rump, long legs.
All her charms were quite visible and on display, since she was bound nude in the wheelchair to which she was restrained.
She was in her late teens, a sophomore in college.
But she had been stolen from the university, and forcibly enrolled in Dr. Dover's College of Perverse Sexual Knowledge.
Her hair was ash-blonde, straight, fine. Parted down the middle of her scalp, its edges fell along her jawline.
She had a long face with finely formed features and good bones, with jutting cheekbones and a thin straight nose and pale blue eyes.
Now, a gag was stuffed between those pretty pink lips, and strips of tape were pasted over her mouth, that she might not spit out the gag.
She sat in the wheelchair, which was made of gleaming metal tubing and had a canvas seat and back.
Her forearms rested on the arms of the wheelchair, with her wrists bound down.
A canvas restraint strap was cinched around her middle, pulling it tight, and keeping her locked in the chair.
Her bare feet rested on the metal footrests at the base of the chair, while each ankle was bound in place to a chair leg.
The chair was locked, so that the wheels were held in place, rather than being permitted to roll free.
Lydia, always fairskinned, was now positively pale, deathly pale.
Blue eyes bulged from their sockets as she scanned the group of freaks and degenerates thronging the examining room.
No matter where her gaze turned, it met forbidding sights:
There was depraved Dr. Dover, seemingly the ringleader of this group.
Bella Sime was a fierce, buxom bitch. She might have been dressed in a nurse's uniform, but she was no angel of mercy.
Lupus was the terrible person who had overpowered her and captured her.
As for Ivan and Dwight well, best not to think of that pair at all.
Although it was impossible not to. Dwight in particular was aware of her, and she kept catching him eyeing her and leering.
She could just imagine the awful desires and degradations that crawled through his twisted brain like active worms.
How on earth had she gotten into this predicament?
The answer was simple Kimberly.
It was Kimberly who had lured her. The fact that Kimberly's accomplices had turned on her, and made her a captive, too, failed to console Lydia.
What a surprise it had been when was it only early this afternoon? when Lydia. coming off campus to go to the sorority house, ran into Kimberly.
She hadn't seen Kimberly for a month or two. They had been roomies, but Kimberly was a wild girl who ran with a fast crowd.
Dope, drink, sex these were the pursuits of Kimberly and her newfound friends, pursuits which a well behaved young lady like Lydia could not share.
They had been fast friends, but drifted far apart. Kimberly had hardly spent any time in the room they shared for the last few months before she dropped out.
Lydia was a kind and concerned person, and she was worried that Kimberly would get into serious trouble.
From gossip she had heard after Kimberly dropped out, Lydia knew that even that wild campus crowd rarely saw her any more.
Apparently the new company she was keeping intimidated the reckless but basically law-abiding set of hell-raising students.
Lydia had meant to call Kimberly, just to make sure that she was all right, but somehow she had never quite gotten through to her.
Lydia suffered pangs of guilt over that.
She was a caring person ... perhaps she had not tried hard enough to get through to Kimberly, and save her from herself.
But Lydia was surprised and delighted earlier this day, when she saw Kimberly standing on the corner, close to a parked van.
Kimberly looked much better. She had developed a bizarre punk-rock look when Lydia last saw her, with outrageous clothes and hair and make-up.
Now, Kimberly looked much as she had when she first came to school as a freshman.
Her hair was combed in a short but natural and attractive style. That awful make-up, which made her look like a vampire girl, was gone.
Kimberly waved and Lydia had hurried over to her.
They hugged and kissed. It seemed to Lydia that Kimberly was a bit uneasy, and held herself stiffly in the embrace.
But she reasoned that was because Kimberly felt guilty over some of the thoughtless treatment she had afforded old friends like Lydia.
Lydia asked Kimberly what she was doing, now that she was out of school.
Kimberly said that she was into a lot of things, but she didn't say what those things were, and changed the subject.
But she had gotten a ride over from some of her friends, really nice people that she would like Lydia to meet.
In fact, they were right over in the van on the corner.
Kimberly took Lydia by the arm and led her to the rear of the van.
She knocked on the rear van door, then opened it up.
Inside the van was a lurking man Lupus.
He was crouched just inside the van interior, waiting by the door.
Before Lydia could so much as say hello, Kimberly pushed her from behind, into the van, and the man roughly pulled her in.
He dragged her bodily into the van.
Lydia's skirt rose up high on her legs, flashing her white panties.
The man wrestled her to the floor of the van and clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Shut the door!" he shouted at Kimberly.
Kimberly had watched the one-sided struggle with horrified fascination.
She slammed the van door, sealing Lydia in with the man, in the dimness.
His palm pressed her mouth, muffling her frightened cries.
Kimberly got in the passenger side of the van cab.
Bella Sime drove away.
The abduction had taken less than thirty seconds in all, and had been witnessed by no one but the participants in it.
Lydia's long legs kicked and thrashed as she was pinned to the floor.
A round rubber ball, about the size of a golf ball, with straps attached, was pressed by the man against her face.
He took his hand off her mouth.
Lydia took a deep breath and opened her mouth to scream for help.
The ball was stuffed into her mouth, between her jaws.
It was a rubber ball gag, and muffled her frantic cries, so that they were not much louder than the sound of the running engine.
The straps were buckled at the back of her head, tightly closed.
Lydia was gagged.
Her arms were pulled behind her back, her hands crossed at the wrists.
The hands were tied together, behind her back.
She was subdued.
So frightened was she, that she thought she might wet herself, and had to struggle against that shameful lack of control.
The van drove on.
In the van, in a little recess, was a weak light which illumined the interior, which was sealed off from the cab by an opaque panel.
In the dim light, his red, glowing eyes were eerie, unnatural.
Now that she was tied, he rolled her on her back and squatted over her.
Her weight pressed her bound hands, paining them.
He squatted down on her, straddling her hips.
She still was dressed in the outfit she had worn to school: overcoat, scarf, blouse, skirt, socks, shoes.
He straddled her lean hips, his folded legs pressing her sides.
What would he do?
Would he rape her right here in the van?
Sometimes the car stopped, halting for red lights or stop signs. Bella Sime was a cautious driver, obeying all road safety rules.
With the cargo she ferried in the back of the van, she and the others could not afford to be stopped by the police for even a routine traffic violation.
The abductors had other violations in mind.
Lydia gurgled with fear as Lupus started touching her.
He ran his fingers through her silken hair, fondling it. He rubbed and traced the delicate contours of her face.
The red rubber ball gag filled her mouth. Its straps cut into the edges of her mouth, chafing, irritating them.
Saliva spilled from the stretched corners of her mouth, wetting her chin.
Her overcoat was open. He plucked at her blouse, picking open the buttons which ran down the front, pulling its tails out of her skirt.
Lydia's pert breasts were caressingly cupped in lacy white bra cups.
Lupus kneaded and squeezed her breasts through the bra.
He slipped his fingers inside the bra cup, finding a nipple.
He pinched it between his fingers, squeezing it erect.
He pulled the bra cups off her breasts, baring them.
He said nothing, the only sound coming from him was his slow, rasping breath.
He fondled her bare breasts, squeezing them, rolling their stiff nipples.
He moved farther down on her.
Lydia tried to keep her legs closed but he pried them open and knelt between them so she could not close them.
He lifted her skirt, up to her waist, exposing her panties.
She tried to slither away from him, on her back.
He held her in place.
First he touched her pussy through her panties, feeling out the form of it.
Then he reached for the panties, to tug them down.
This was too much ... Lydia's terror peaked.
She wet herself.
The hand of Lupus encountered warm, spreading wetness soaking the crotch of her panties as she lost control of her bladder.
"Bitch! You've pissed yourself!"
He jerked his hand away.
He crawled around the van interior and found a filthy rag before spreading her legs, to mop the wetness on the floor.
"I don't want to be smelling your piss for the rest of the ride," he growled.
Some of it spilled on the van floor, and he blotted it up.
"I'll let you stay in those wet panties for a while see how you like it!"
He tied her feet together and left her with the panties on her hips, the crotch and ass of them steaming and sopping.
There was a mattress on the floor with a rubber covering. Lupus dragged her to it and rolled her on her belly there.
Lydia turned her head to the side and gasped for breath.
At first the wet panties were warm, but as time went by and thy ride continued, they began to grow cool and damply clinging.
The smell of urine, stale and thick, mixed with fumes from the van motor, and the mingled scents of gasoline and oil and exhaust.
Her pussy tingled and felt chafed and uncomfortable from the enforced contact with the soaked and soiled panties.
Time passed.
About a half-hour went by, though Lydia had no sure way to mark the passage of time, except for the fact that her panties were slowly drying out.
She tensed with apprehension when Lupus knelt beside her.
He raised her skirt and pulled down her panties in the rear.
Taking hold of the panties, he tore them off her hips, tearing them at the side seams so that they came off in a shred of fabric.
They were yellow-stained and still quite damp and fragrant with piss.
He rolled her over on her back. Her bush was damp and her pussy lips were sticky. The labia were irritated from the contact.
He lifted her blonde head from the mattress and loosened the gag.
"Don't scream," he murmured. "It will do you no good at all, and will only make me angry. So don't scream."
Lydia nodded her head, silently signaling she would not scream.
Lupus unbuckled the gag straps and pulled the ball from her mouth.
Lydia screamed.
His hand clamped down on her mouth, silencing her again.
"No more than I expected," he said.
He smirked, "For that, you will be gagged with your own piss-soaked panties!"
He pinched her nostrils closed.
When she opened her mouth to suck in a great gasping breath of air, he stuffed the soaked panties between her lips.
He used her own scarf to pin the soiled panty gag in her mouth.
He wiped his hands clean on her hair.
The van drove on.
It was a long drive, over two hours in real time, although to the terrified Lydia each minute seemed like an eternity.
Presently the van arrived at its destination.
After some delay, the van entered the estate grounds and backed up to the loading platform, coming to a halt.
Lydia flinched when the van door was flung open and outward.
It now was night. Lights illumined the loading platform, but they were weak wan lights, as though those who dwelt in this place did not want too much bright light shed on the special items they unloaded at the platform.
Lydia was assaulted with a confused jumble of sensory impressions.
A wheeled stretcher, of the type used by ambulances, waited for her on the platform, as did Dwight.
"Give me a hand with her," Lupus said.
Dwight's baboon form scampered on the platform, in front of the open gaping van door, grotesque in its outline.
He stuck in his head and leered down at Lydia.
"Oh, she's a pretty one! A pretty one! Dr. Dover will be so pleased!"
He reached out a claw-like hand for her crotch.
Lydia gurgled fearfully through her gag.
Lupus slapped away Dwight's hand.
"Get back to your business, fool!"
"You don't have to get so rough!" Dwight rubbed the hand that had been struck. "I was only going to look!"
"She's not for the-likes of you, fool at least, not yet. Now, you take hold of her by the feet, and I'll take her arms, and we'll lift her into the stretcher."
This was done. Bound and gagged, Lydia was lifted out of the van and placed on the stretcher on her back.
She got a quick glimpse of the area.
It was located somewhere in a rural setting--almost a wilderness.
The site was located on an elevation of land, on the side of a hill overlooking a thickly forested valley.
There were no signs of human habitation in the valley.
The sky above was black and dark, much more so than it could ever get in the metropolitan area, from which Lydia had been stolen.
The stars were bright and she saw more of them here than she could see at home. Off in the distance, Over the crest of the far hill on the other side of the valley, could be seen a yellow smudged glow, perhaps the lights of a town or village which was concealed by the solid bulk of the ridge.
The stars were out, but it was a moonless night.
A towering structure loomed over Lydia, a grim, ornate, sprawling, Gothic-style house, its main building close to two hundred years old.
In the interim, at different times, wings had been added, with no thought of matching the decor, so the structure had a kind of crazy-quilt, patchwork look.
It was the only structure in sight, and rested on the plateau, in the middle of some rolling meadows, then a mass of dark walled trees.
A driveway wound to the rear of the house, which was where the van was parked, at the loading platform in the rear.
Dwight crinkled his nostrils, his snout-like face sniffing.
"Sniff! Sniff! ... I smell something!"
"She pissed herself," Lupus said.
"Ummmmmmmmmm!"
Canvas restraint straps, attached to the stretcher, were secured to her.
One strap ran across the tops of her breasts, pinning her arms to the sides while another ran across the tops of her thighs, above the knees.
Lydia became aware of Bella Sime staring down at her.
What a hateful, evil witch she appeared!
But it was the sight of Kimberly looking down at her that drove Lydia wild.
It was obvious that Kimberly was an accomplice of the kidnappers!
Lydia cursed her, but the gag made her words meaningless, although there could be no mistaking of their meaning.
Kimberly looked awkward and uncomfortable.
"Uh, look, you're not really going to hurt her, are you?! " she asked.
"No, of course not, dear!"
Bella Sime put her arm around Kimberly's shoulders and hugged her.
"No, we just want to liberate her into free sexuality, Kimberly, dear."
Lupus and Dwight rolled the wheeled stretcher with its comely captive into the open door and into the house of evil.
In this fashion had she been delivered to Dr. Dover.
Not even Kimberly knew anything of the surgeon, his name never having been mentioned in the phony story fed her by Bella and Lupus.
But Kimberly's cocksureness was fading fast, with the sight of the eerie isolated castle-like house, and this remote wilderness location.
It was a fact that just a few hours drive north from Manhattan lay country like this, so isolated and so secluded.
While Lydia was taken away, to be stripped and scrubbed and washed down in preparation for her inspection, Bella Sime led Kimberly into the mansion.
Kimberly did not know that, just as she had decoyed her unsuspecting roommate Lydia into the van, so Bella Sime was doing a job of luring Kimberly.
All Lydia's whirling memories of this awful day were dissolved when the voice of Dr. Dover snapped her back to her present predicament.
"All right, let's begin!" Dover said. "Bring the other young lady here ... yes, the blonde, you idiots ... bring her to the examining table."
Ivan and Dwight went to Lydia.
Bella Sime, standing by the wall of chains where harnessed Kimberly sobbed and suffered, turned her attention across the room.
Kimberly would keep ... and a new horror show was beginning.
CHAPTER SIX
Bella Sime barked: "Keep your paws off her, you ape!"
Ivan stood at the side of the examination table, where Lydia was bound and spread and naked for her inspection.
Lydia lay on her back on the rubber-sheeted table, still gagged.
Under the harsh cold glare of the fluorescent lighting overhead, her pink skin seemed bleached of color to the point of marble whiteness.
At the foot of the table, in each corner, rose a metal stirrup.
Lydia's bare feet were bound into the stirrups, so that they were raised some eighteen inches off the table.
The bondage to the stirrups also insured her legs would remain spread and open.
Restraining straps insured that she would stay in place on the table.
One strap ran across the top of her breasts, pushing them down, pinning her arms to her sides as well.
Another strap ran directly below the tender bosom, and across the top of her belly, keeping her upper body immobilized.
Kimberly continued to writhe and sob in her punishment harness.
Lupus sat in a chair next to Kimberly, whose chains held her in an upright position, so that she could not sit.
He sat facing the examining table, but he amused himself from time to time by tormenting Lydia by agitating her breast and crotch harnesses.
This prodded and pricked her with the tiny rubber spikes within the breast cups and with the prongs on her dildo.
Each of his attentions sent Kimberly into fresh bouts of writhing.
Ivan towered over by the examining table.
His eyes were bright and wet and black, like a spaniel's, as he stared down at the slim pale form of bound, beautiful Lydia, all pink and white and gold.
His hand, the size of a bear's paw, reached out awkwardly to touch her shining yellow hair, to stroke it.
Lydia gurgled and shook, fear tautening her face.
Ivan giggled wetly and rested some blonde strands of hair in his palm and stroked them, murmuring with satisfaction as he did so.
Bella Sime spoke sharply to him, but he ignored or did not hear her.
"Why don't you leave him alone?! " Dwight whined. "He's not doing anything!"
"I said, get away from her, you oafish ox!"
Bella's rubber soled shoes squeaked as she hastened across the floor to the table.
She gave Ivan a tremendous push which barely moved him.
"Idiot! Are you deaf?! I told you to leave her alone!"
Bella slapped his face, once, twice, three times, hard cracking slaps.
Ivan's face clouded and he cringed, raising his hands to protect his head.
"Unh! ... Unh!" he moaned.
"Don't like that, do you?! Well, there'll be more of the same if you don't do what you're told!"
Dwight scampered up and took Ivan by the arm.
"Come on, come on, move away from there!" he urged the ox-like hulk.
Dr. Dover finished scrubbing up at the sink, washing his hands.
"Stop all that, and help me put on my rubber gloves," he said.
Bella Sime glared at Dwight and Ivan one final time.
As she crossed to the sink to join the doctor, with her back turned to Dwight, Dwight stuck out his tongue and made a face at her.
"I hope your cunt rots and falls off!" he muttered.
She whirled on her heels to confront him.
"What did you say, you miserable little freak?! "
"Nothing! Not a thing ... "
Dwight tried to arrange his features into a mask of innocence an impossible task for one in whom corruption was engraved on all his features.
"Don't cross me, you little hateful toad!" she warned.
"Please," Dr. Dover said, with a long-suffering, pained air, "please, let's not indulge in personalities!"
Bella went to him. He lifted his wet hands from the sink.
He said, "Gloves ... "
"Check."
Bella pulled a pair of thin brown rubber gloves on his sensitive hands. They squeaked and came on with snapping sounds.
"Thank you," Dr. Dover acknowledged. "And now, let's examine our little patient!"
Bella and the mad medico went to the examining table to Lydia.
"Calm yourself, my excitable young lady," Dover murmured, in his most soothing and reassuring bedside manner.
Under the circumstances, Lydia was hardly comforted by his words.
"So you won't panic, my dear Lydia for I understand that is your name, is it not? Lydia? Yes, it is . ... I will explain what will happen.
"I am going to give you an examination, to determine the state of your health. This is strictly a routine precautionary measure.
"I can see that you are a clean and well-bred young lady. Alas, some of the other misses who come through here have not maintained their health so well.
"Owing to the special nature of the, er, entertainments here at the castle, you will appreciate that this examination is by necessity an, er, intimate one.
"Yes ... deeply intimate. Probing. But not painful. These restraints, of course, are for your own protection, so you don't do yourself an injury.
"I can see that unlike our other guest who is now paying the punishment for her rude, crude, insulting offense you will mind your manners.
"You will find that the examination will give me a chance to know you better ... much, much better. And now, to begin."
Dover and Bella conferred about the advisability of removing her gag. It was agreed to postpone this step until later in the examination.
The first part of the exam was routine.
Dr. Dover pressed an icy metal stethoscope against Lydia's pale bosom, listening to the beat of her heart, monitoring it.
"Her heart rate is very high which is only to be expected, since fear does make the heart race."
Bella Sime made entries on a medical entry form for Lydia.
Lydia's blood pressure was measured and tabbed and totaled.
Dr. Dover clutched her soft smooth breast in a rubber gloved hand.
"Let's measure the" erectility of the nipples, nurse," he said.
A micrometer measured the size of Lydia's nipple, now flat and unaroused.
Dr. Dover pinched the nipple, rolled it between rubber gloved fingers.
The button of pale pink flesh throbbed as it hardened.
It was manipulated until it stood up stiffly erect.
Once more the micrometer measuring device was applied to the nowerect nipple, recording the size it had grown from erection.
Now the inspection would grow more intimate still ...
Dr. Dover moved down to the foot of the table, Bella Sime trailing after him like a white-clad shadow.
He peered down between Lydia's legs.
Lydia writhed and twisted as much as her restraints permitted, which was not much.
She was able to arch her back and lift her clenched buttocks from the rubber sheeted table, to futilely gyrate her hips, then to fall back.
Dr. Dover switched on the light in the round reflecting mirror of the speculum, held secured to his swollen cranium via a leather headband.
In the center of the mirror (the highly polished mirror being about the size of a mirror found within a lady's hand compact) was a light bulb, the size of a flashlight bulb, which, when switched on, shone light between Lydia's legs.
Standing at the foot of the table, Dr. Dover hunched his long, lanky body over, to peer closely at Lydia's pussy.
Tears of shamed outrage mingled with smeared saliva from the gag, on her face. Her stiff-nippled breasts shook as she sobbed.
The beam of light played over her little tufted pubic bush, which was pale blonde and a shade darker than the hair on her head.
It glided down the delicate rolled labia, all rosy pink and folded intricately.
Lydia shivered when Dover ran a rubber covered finger over her pussy.
"We'll have to make a more intimate, a more probing inspection," Dover said.
He called for the forceps, handed to him by Bella Sime.
Lydia's gagged sobs gurgled as she saw the implement.
"I assure you that this looks much more fearsome than it really is," Dr. Dover purred. "It is a very simple and common instrument, I assure you!
"It simply will spread your labia, and membranes, holding them open for my inspection!"
The forceps resembled a draftsman's compass, used for drawing precise circles, with some modifications.
Its edges tapered to thin points and were curved to get a better grip. A rod between its two legs adjusted the width.
Lydia writhed and gyrated her hips while Dover attempted to insert them.
"Hold still, dearie, I don't want to hurt you ... "
He had to put Bella Sime to work holding Lydia's writhing hips down on the table so he could insert the instruments.
He positioned the tips so that they pressed her labia on either side.
Then, by widening the distance between the legs of the device, Lydia's labia were spread and pushed far out to the sides.
This process was uncomfortable in the extreme, but not painful, as the tips of the forceps gripped her labia without damaging them.
Presently, each of the labia was rolled and spread far to the opposite sides of the slit, revealing the winding pink convolutions of the inner membranes.
Dr. Dover pressed his face close to her crotch.
A sanitary white gauze mask covered his nose and mouth as he peered in.
The light shone up inside her.
Taking a blunt-tipped probing tool, he inserted it.
"Hold very still, now ... "
Lydia froze like a marble statue.
Dr. Dover finished his examination of her pussy at last. The forceps were removed and the tingling pussy lips pressed closed on the slit.
But still, he was not done with her.
Her ass would be examined, too.
Bella Sime adjusted the pair of metal stirrups which held Lydia's feet, raising them vertically so that they rose much higher.
Lydia's bottom was raised clear off the table, with her weight pressing her back.
Dr. Dover slicked up the fingers of the rubber glove on his right hand with lubricant, then leaned down to open her ass.
He pried open her cupcake buttocks, squinting as he peered through thick lenses at the quivering pink rosebud of her bottom.
Lydia shuddered when his probing finger poked the rosebud.
He shoved his finger inside her.
One finger? It felt like two! She groaned from the stretching. And he was shoving so far up in her ass, too!
Lydia closed her eyes, but not before seeing Bella Sime leering hatefully down at her, savoring the sight of Lydia's degrading examination.
Fat tears were squeezed out from under her fluttering eye lashes.
At last, Dr. Dover withdrew his probing finger from within her ass.
"I'll want to have a look at that mouth, too," he muttered.
"Perhaps you should first administer a sedative, doctor," Bella suggested.
"A good idea! She's obviously overwrought and close to a state of hysteria ... a sedative will soothe her, and make her more manageable."
Dover filled a syringe with a dosage of a sedative drug, careful not to make it too heavy a dose.
He wanted the new girl tranquilized, but not unconscious.
He wanted her awake and aware of what was happening to her.
Lydia's frantic writhing became more frenzied as the doctor approached with the hypodermic needle.
He swabbed her inner elbow with alcohol, then injected the sedative into one of her veins, sinking the plunger home.
The drug took effect almost immediately.
Lydia felt it rush through her flesh, her system. She felt like she was sliding off the table, even though she hadn't moved an inch.
Lightheaded dizziness assailed her.
Overhead, the round fluorescent lights blurred out of focus. Voices seemed to come from a great distance, with ghostly echoes. Warmth tingled inside her, spreading from the inside out, so that the smooth surface of her skin was the last to warm to its touch.
Some of the tension left her body, and her muscles relaxed for the first time since she had been captured, so many hours earlier.
It is not to be thought that Lydia welcomed this pacification by drugs.
She tried to fight it, to keep hold of her senses and not go under.
But the drug was powerful, more powerful than the will she could muster to battle off its tranquilizing effects.
Her eyes were glazed, shining, heavy-lidded. Her breasts bobbed as she sighed. She moaned luxuriously, writhing on the table.
She was aware of hands lifting her head. Now the edges of the tape pasted down on her mouth were being pulled up.
It hurt, having that tight adhesive tape pulled off her lips.
But she was only distantly aware of the pain.
Now rubber gloved fingers reached into her mouth and pulled out the wad of gauze which had thankfully taken the place of her pissed panties earlier.
The gauze was soaked and dripping with saliva. Dr. Dover fastidiously held it in the tips of two gloved fingers and dumped it in the waste basket.
Lydia's jaws throbbed with shooting pains. Her tongue ached.
"Ahhhhhhhhuuuuuummmmm ... "
She tried to speak but could not. Her tongue lay inert in her mouth.
"Did you want to say something, Lydia?"
"I . ... uh ... what? Who who are you?"
"I'm your personal attending physician, Lydia. I am Dr. Dover."
"Please ... my clothes ... "
"You won't need them here, Lydia."
"Please, please ... let me go ... "
"The poor dear is delirious," Dover clucked sympathetically. "Raving."
The mad medico reached for his crotch.
His white baggy trousers bulged by an immense erection.
He looked down at his member, seething and sweltering in his trousers.
"Hmmmmm ... I theorize that Lydia is in need of special treatment."
Bella Sime asked, "Shall I send the servants away?"
Meaning Dwight and Ivan.
"No, they must stay, I need them," Dover said.
"They're liable to get fired up from watching," Bella said.
"I hate when you talk about us like we're not here!" Dwight whined.
Dover said, "Tonight, I feel expansive, generous. Later, Dwight, you and Ivan may make use of one of the slave girls!"
"Oh, thank you, doctor, thank you so much!" Dwight cackled.
"In the meantime, try to stay out of my way as I see to my patient."
Dr. Dover turned Lydia's head on its side, facing him.
Through blurred, watery eyes, she was still able to make out the swollen bulge where his erection pressed his trousers.
"I have something for you, Lydia, something very special ... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Those skin-tight brown rubber gloves sheathing the skilled hands of Dr. Dover that with them he could thread a needle.
Which meant that he had no trouble opening the fly of his white medico's trousers as he stood close to Lydia's blonde head.
Lydia watched almost clinically as he reached into his fly, those rubbery fingers slipping in the starched white trousers.
Deep in one corner of her mind, she retained her fear.
She knew that she was in deadly peril and sexual danger.
But that part of her which thought, and felt alarm, while not being switched off by the sedative, was neutralized by it.
Her true personality and undrugged awareness was smothered. She felt blown away, come apart at the seams.
Alarm prickled but could not erase the haziness of mind that fogged her thoughts, keeping her panic from rising to overpower her.
Almost with mild interest she watched Dr. Dover reach into his pants and fumble with his member, freeing it from his underwear.
By twisting and pulling, he brought the member out of the open flyhole.
First there was the sudden flash of red flesh as the fat knobbed cock head poked out of the parted zipper.
Twinges of worry and dread could not rouse Lydia from her daze.
Now, rubber gloved fingertips gripped the member below the rim of its head, and drew its swollen shaft from within the pants.
He pulled his penis so that it jutted from the open fly, which ringed its base, the member jutting like a red handle of flesh from starched white trousers.
"I imagine that your mouth should be rather dry now, Lydia," Dover remarked in a placid conversational tone.
"That being the case, I have just what the doctor ordered, ha ha ... but you will pardon me for chuckling at my own little joke."
The joke might have been little, but there was nothing little about the size of the stiff erection which jutted from his hips.
Gripping his penis, Dr. Dover edged to the examining table, so that his hips pressed the rubber sheeted edge.
His penis he held stiffly horizontal from his hips, aimed at Lydia's face.
"Now Lydia if you will just open your mouth wide, like a good girl ... don't resist, dear, the doctor knows what's best for you ...
"After all, we wouldn't want to have to fit you out in a harness like that worn by your unhappy friend Kimberly, now would we?"
This threat was able to pierce through the layers of fog which lay on Lydia's brain. Drugged or not, she knew she did not want what had been done to Kimberly to be done to her.
So, she opened her mouth. "Don't hurt me," she murmured sleepily, "please don't ... "
"Hush, Lydia, don't talk, that mouth is destined for better uses ... "
Dr. Dover leaned into her and pressed the tip of the penis to her face.
Her skin was warm, smooth, silken. He rubbed it with his erection.
Lydia's glazed eyes crossed as she looked up at the stiff rod.
Her head lay on its side, with the opposite cheek pressing the rubber sheeted table top. Her mouth gaped open.
Dr. Dover leaned over the table and rubbed the underside of his penis against her.
Veins in the swollen engorged member throbbed heavily.
"Open wide for your medicine, Lydia!"
Dr. Dover guided the cock head to her lips, then between them, into her mouth.
"Umph! Unh ... .. urk!"
"Wrap your lips tightly around it, Lydia, so you don't lose it, dearie ... that's a good girl ... suck on it, honey-poo ... "
The knobbed cock head filled her mouth. She sucked and slurped.
"Don't be afraid to get a little sloppy, Lydia. Really suck it."
Nurse Bella Sime stood at the foot of the table, staring at Lydia's quivering pussy. Her eyes were narrowed, glinting, her gaze hot.
"I have a dry mouth myself, doctor," she began.
She put her hand on Lydia's crotch, rubbing bush and pussy lips.
Dr. Dover pushed his penis deeper into Lydia's mouth.
Lydia's eyes were closed and her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked.
Nurse Sime fingered the pussy lips.
Lydia moaned at being handled in so shamelessly intimate a fashion by a female. But she was gagged with Dover's member.
Her moans rippled up the vibrating rod of his erection, into his balls.
Bella Sime spread the pussy lips and shoved in her finger.
Lydia gasped as she was penetrated.
Bella Sime held Lydia's hips down on the table with one hand while the other hand pushed in and out of her pussy.
"She's dry between the legs, doctor," Nurse Sime announced. "As narrow and tight as she is, she'll require lubrication before you're done with her!"
"And you will volunteer to provide said lubrication, Bella?"
The doctor's voice was breathy and rasping, as he pumped his penis.
"I'd be more than glad to oblige, doctor!"
"Oblige yourself, then ... just be ready to move aside when I'm ready for her."
"I'll keep her warm just until you're ready for her, then."
Bella Sime pushed her peaked white nurse's cap back, so that it sat farther on her head, toward the rear of the scalp.
Out of the way, as she put her head between Lydia's spread legs.
Bella Sime leaned forward, her heavy buttocks tautening as she bent from the waist, the bottom cheeks rolling under the uniform.
Resting her forearms on the table between Lydia's bound spread legs, Bella Sime pressed her face against the quivering crotch.
Lydia writhed her hips and clenched her buttocks as her pussy was nuzzled.
Bella Sime stuck out her fat pink tongue and slapped it down on the slit.
She licked it with long, hard, head-bobbing strokes.
The pussy lips were smeared with masses of saliva, as was Sime's face.
She pressed her lips to the labia and stuck her tongue deep in Lydia.
Lydia's tight pink pussy pressed the tongue which penetrated it.
Bella Sime thrust her tongue, licking the pussy walls.
Presently, beaded drops of fragrant moisture oozed from the pussy walls. They tingled tastily on Bella's tongue.
Lydia moaned, while the member of Dr.
I'll
Dover pumped in her mouth.
He was quite readily aroused.
"I will mount this miss in a moment," he announced to his nurse. "Please lower the stirrups for my convenience."
Bella Sime raised her wet red face from Lydia'a quivering pussy.
"Yes, Dr. Dover!"
The fresh young taste of Lydia was thick on her lips and tongue.
She reluctantly but obediently lifted her head from between Lydia's legs.
The stirrups had been raised very high, for the examination of Lydia's anus and rectum earlier.
Her virgin ass, as the inspection had revealed.
Bella Sime now lowered the stirrups so that Lydia's heels were held about six inches off the table.
Just in time, for Dr. Dover was pulling out of her mouth.
His penis was rock-hard and red-hot, steaming.
But he had not come in her mouth. No, he was saving that for her pussy ... He pulled out, the cock head popping free of her lips.
Lydia looked vaguely surprised that it had come loose.
Her mouth was wet, smeared with saliva spilled during the suck session.
Dr. Dover stepped briskly down to the foot of the table.
His erection dripped saliva, some few drops of which spattered on the toes of his white shoes.
Bella Sime moved out of the way to make room for her mad medical employer.
Dr. Dover, still wearing those rubber gloves, undid the catch of his trousers and pulled his pants and shorts down.
He had a long gaunt bony skull, with a bulging braincase and pop eyes.
His body was distorted, hard-edged, lightly-haired, the flesh taking on a kind of dingy grayish tinge, from too much time spent out of the sun's light.
But his member was a red-hot horn of flesh to rival the muscular, well built Lupus; and his balls were swollen, hairy, oversized.
At the foot of the table was a little step-ladder, by means of which he could climb up on the table.
He placed his hands and knees in the spaces between Lydia's bound limbs.
He crouched over her, his trousers and shorts down by his ankles.
His penis, stiff, swollen, saliva-smeared, scarlet, jutted down from his hips.
He lowered himself down on Lydia's lithe, warm, naked pink body.
Taking hold of his member, he pressed its swollen head to her sex.
Bush and pussy lips were saturated with saliva, as was the interior.
Lydia gasped as her pussy lips were pried open by the cock head.
It was Dr. Dover's turn to gasp, as his seething sensitive member, shivering with stiffness, was engulfed in her steamy silken pussy.
He lowered himself on her, the weight of his hips sinking his shaft into her.
He flattened out on her, fully penetrating her.
He lay across her, with his head pressed next to hers, but turned away from her.
His scalp was covered with a green rubber surgeon's cap, his eyes were covered by his glasses, and his lower face was covered by the white gauze rask.
Sweat beaded up on his high forehead, misted the rims of his glasses, dampened his face mask.
His buttocks were stiff as he pumped his penis in and out.
A hand touched Lydia's head and once more turned it to the side.
Looking up, she saw Lupus standing in the place previously occupied by Dover.
Lupus, too, would use her mouth.
Even as she watched, he took down his pants.
He wore no undershorts. His member was thick, twitching, semi-erect.
Leaning over the table, he nuzzled his balls against her face.
He commanded, "Lick them!"
Lydia stuck out her tongue and pressed it to the quivering balls.
At the touch of the tongue they tightened in the sac of flesh, and the penis firmed up to a full-bodied, boned erection.
The head of the penis pressed Lydia's lips.
He stuffed his cock into her open mouth. Her head was turned to the side and he pressed one hand to it, to hold her in place.
The other hand held his penis at the base, stuffing it deep in her mouth.
He put it deeper in her mouth than Dr. Dover did.
The head of the cock nudged the back of her mouth, her open throat.
"Suck me, you little slut!"
Her mouth molded around the thrusting member which fucked her hard and slow.
Dr. Dover was more frantic, as he pumped and thrust into her pussy.
He panted like a race horse heading for the finishing line.
Over in the corner, Ivan stared, eyes shining, big hand kneading and squeezing the member which dangled down his thigh like a club of flesh.
Dwight took advantage of the preoccupation of the others to inflict some torment on Kimberly, whom he now abused.
He took out his penis, pulling the erection through his open fly.
He pressed into her, and rubbed the member against her taut thighs.
He gripped the demon-decorated front of the crotch piece and twisted it this way and that, working it to the sides.
Up and down, left and right and each movement sent fresh waves of agony shuddering through Kimberly.
"What are you doing, you unspeakable dwarfish horror!"
Dwight cringed as the shadow of Bella Sime fell across him.
She loomed over him, legs spread, hands resting on broad hips, face stern.
"I, er, that is, I was doing "
"I know what you were doing," she snapped. "It is forbidden! The doctor in his great generosity permits the use of a slave girl tonight!
"That is more than you deserve! Do not abuse his patience by taking liberties! And put that filthy thing back in your pants, where it belongs!"
Her sneer deepened.
"I don't want to have to look at that filthy little thing!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Before being freed from the punishment harnesses, Kimberly was required to clean out Lydia, now that Dr. Dover was done with her.
Dover fucked her until he came inside her.
Now, he stood with both feet firmly planted on the floor, as he tucked his satisfied semi-erect red member into his shorts.
He pulled up his pants and zipped up, once more neat as a pin.
Throughout the steamy sex session, not once had he removed his rubber gloves, or his other antiseptic medical garb.
Except to take down his pants so he could fuck Lydia.
Lupus still made solid use of her sucking mouth.
But it seemed as though his time was close at hand ... close to coming.
Each time he pulled his member partially out of her mouth, it burned hotter.
He held her head in place as he made his thrusts.
Just as he shook with oncoming orgasm, he pulled completely out of her mouth.
And came all over her face.
Grunting, wheezing, hunched like an old man from the force of the orgasm, Lupus pumped his fist up and down the coming cock.
Spraying gouts of semen shot on Lydia's face, falling wetly in loopy strands.
Despite her drugged haze, she was shocked and scandalized ... and scared.
Lupus held his cock, squeezing each last drop from the penis head, so that her face was covered with the stuff.
Some of it spilled in her open mouth.
It tasted funny ... not funny ha-ha, though.
She smacked her lips and tongue, trying to get rid of the taste.
Down below, her pussy lips quivered, while inside she seethed with a mass of the doctor's steaming come, which filled her pussy to the brim.
Some of it trickled down her slit, on the rubber sheeted table.
Lydia gurgled and groaned.
She just lay there, semen thick in her mouth and thicker in her pussy.
Presently there was the sound of sobbing and pleading.
Kimberly had been freed from the chains which held her against the wall. Additionally, she had been ungagged.
Gone was her defiance ... she was tamed, and close to broken.
"Please let me out of this horrible thing!" she babbled. "I'll do anything you want, anything, I swear, only let me out!"
She could hardly stand and in fact lay slumped in a heap on the floor.
She crouched on hands and knees. She gasped for breath, wheezing, for to breathe deeply would swell her chest, and press her breasts harder against the harness cups.
She kept her thighs spread far out, so as not to rub her crotch and so agitate any further or deeper the harness she wore.
She sobbed and shook and shivered, head pressed to the floor.
"How refreshing, how enlightening!" Dr. Dover exclaimed.
"How wonderful to see the change in deportment and attitude that just a short span of punishment has wrought in Kimberly!
"How delightful! Here was a haughty, an arrogant little bitch, who dared to insult and abuse her betters! But where is that haughty bitch now?
"She is gone! And in her place, we find a little lady, much chastened, very much subdued, who has experienced a revolution in her attitude!"
"Please don't punish me any more, please!" Kimberly begged.
"Ah, you don't care for the harness, do you, dearie?"
"Oh, it hurts!"
"And what would you do to have the harness taken off, and the hurt taken away?"
"Anything! Oh, anything! Only please take it off!"
"Perhaps ... but since you earned the punishment, you must earn the right to have that punishment lifted!
"I will tell you what I have in mind, Kimberly, when we stand at the examining table, where your wonderfully attractive friend is.
"So, come along, my dear ah, but don't walk! No, I shall walk, as befits my status as a healer and physician.
"And you shall crawl, as befits your status-or lack of same as my slave, my toy, my little pet, my plaything.
"Come along now, Kimberly, crawl at the heels of your master, like the good little dog you are henceforth going to be!"
Kimberly sobbed, but did as she was told, and crawled.
She cried constantly now. Her face was swollen from sobbing. Her eyes were red.
When they reached the foot of the examining table, Dr. Dover halted.
"Here we are, Kimberly." He petted the top of her head. "Good doggie! Now, I have a little treat for you!
"Of course you want it, but you'll have to sit up for it, sit up and beg, eh? So get up on your knees, and lift your front paws, dear!"
Kimberly moaned as she knelt, keeping her knees well apart to keep her inner thighs from pressing the crotch piece.
She held her hands up at her shoulders, away from her harnessed breasts.
"Beg me for the treat, Kimberly. Say, 'Please, dear doctor, please may I have my yummy treat?' Say it, dearie!"
Sobbingly Kimberly repeated the degrading phrase.
"Well, doggie, little bitch, since you begged so very sweetly, you may indeed be rewarded with your treat! And do you know what it is, Kimberly? Hmmmmm?"
"N-no, doctor!"
"It's a thick fresh dose of my semen, dearie ... just deposited in the succulent vagina of your golden-haired friend on the table!
"So you just get right up there, Kimberly-stand up, and lean over the table, yes, and get your head between her legs, uh-hunh ...
"That's right, dearie. Now, you will be a very diligent and dutiful doggie, and you will clean lovely Lydia out so that not a drop remains.
"Not a drop, understand! Yes, Lydia will be inspected, and you will be in real trouble if your work proves unsatisfactory!
"Oh, and did I forget to mention ... how you will clean her sweet pussy? Eh?
"It's very simple, Kimberly. You will clean her with your mouth ... with your lips and tongue. And you will lick her spotless!
"Now, little bitch get working!"
Dr. Dover pressed Kimberly's head, forcing her face hard against Lydia's pussy.
Despite the many indignities inflicted on her, drugged Lydia could hardly rouse herself from her foggy haze to take notice of what went on around her.
Everything was distant to her ... voices echoed.
Sobbing, whimpering, Kimberly lowered her head between the bound and spread legs of Lydia, down to her pussy.
The breast and pussy harnesses were drawn tight; Kimberly groaned from pain.
Her tears smeared on the insides of Lydia's thighs, already sticky with spilled semen. Kimberly's mouth pressed the pussy.
"Get in there, bitch!"
Bella Sime put her hand on top of Kimberly's head and pushed the face down hard against the pussy.
Labia spread, smearing Kimberly's face with come and juices.
Kimberly closed her sticky eyelids and licked.
She stuffed her tongue up into Lydia, where a vile mass of come seethed.
Shoulders shaking with soft sobs, Kimberly slurped and swallowed.
After a moment or two, dazed as she was, Lydia could not help but be aware of what was going on at her pussy.
It felt nice ...
She sighed luxuriously, not minding her bonds at all, and tilted her hips.
She rubbed her pussy against Kimberly's sucking mouth.
Kimberly periodically lifted her face to catch a quick gulping gasp of air.
Then down she would go, to resume her oral chores.
At last, she was sure that she had cleaned out Lydia fully. The pink pussy membranes were polished clean and shining.
But only half the job was done, for she still had to lick the pussy lips clean.
Her head bobbed as she rolled her tongue up and down Lydia's slit.
Lydia gasped and rocked her hips in response.
"Well, well, look what we have here, doctor!" commented Bella Sime. "The blonde bitch loves having her pussy eaten by the brunette!"
"A most interesting phenomenon," murmured the medico.
"Lydia is not far from her climax."
"Not far," Dr. Dover agreed. "But I think she has had enough excitement for one night, so we shall halt this when it's still short of orgasm."
He wrapped some rubber gloved fingers into Kimberly's hair, and twisted.
Kimberly squealed, red face taut with pain as her face was yanked from the pussy.
"That's enough for now, doggie," Dr. Dover said.
Come smeared Kimberly's face from forehead to chin.
"I d-d-d-d-dddd-did what you s-s-s-said," she stammered, then begged once more to be released from the harnesses.
Dr. Dover said, "But of course you will be taken out of harness, dearie! After all, you will have to be examined as well!"
Presently Lydia was transferred from the table to a wheeled stretcher cart, while Kimberly was unharnessed and put up on the table.
Apparently the group had sated their lusts on Lydia, at least for the immediate present, for Kimberly remained relatively unmolested while up on the table.
The following day presented an even more exacting ordeal for the two new captives.
It began in the morning, when Kimberly and Lydia were roused from fitful, nightmare-haunted slumber in their adjoining cells. '
These cells were in what had formally been a storeroom, and was now located in the wing adjacent to the examining room.
There were four cells in all. Only two were occupied, by the new girls. Each cell was a single size, and small.
There was a metal cot with a rubber-sheeted mattress and a crude pot to take care of natural hygienic functions.
The cells were created from vertical iron bars being set in sockets attached to floor and ceiling.
The bars were close enough together to prevent any girl from slipping out between them. Additionally, all exits from this chamber were locked from the outside.
Lydia awoke with a splitting headache.
At first she was dazed and wasn't sure quite where she was.
At last she remembered just where she was, and what had happened to her, and then she was really dazed, and terrified.
Her head felt fragile, brittle, the result of the drug after effects of the drug.
Her head rang from the sound of one of the doors to the pen opening.
Dwight came in. He wore the same clothes he had on the night before. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was lank, unruly.
Lydia gasped and shrank to the rear of her cell, back pressing stone walls.
Dwight leered: "Good morning, little ladies!"
He scampered up to the pair of cells, peering in at Lydia and Kimberly.
Lydia remembered her nudity. She put an arm across her breasts, to hide her nipples, and she put her other hand over her crotch.
Kimberly looked sour and shaken and shrunken by fright. She huddled in the corner of her cell, legs bent at the knees, hunched up.
Dwight gripped the bars of Lydia's cell.
"Scared of me, aren't you?" he grinned.
Lydia was silent, but her posture was eloquent with fear.
Dwight peered in through the bars at her. He moved to the next cell Kimberly's.
"Today will be your day," he laughed. "You're even more scared than your little pal there, heh heh heh!
"Nothing to be afraid of, honey I won't hurt you! Come here!"
Kimberly shook her head, no.
Dwight's face darkened.
"I said, come over here, you! Looks like you didn't learn your lesson from last night! You're still rebellious!"
"No, no, I'm not!" Kimberly wailed.
"Get over here, then!"
"I I'm afraid!"
"Maybe you'd like to spend the day back in harness, bitch?"
"Oh, no! Please, not that!"
"Then get over here! Crawl! On your hands and knees!"
Kimberly let go of her legs. She looked to Lydia, but there was no help forthcoming from her. Kimberly choked back a sob.
Her nipples, most of her breasts, were red and irritated from the punishment harness which had chafed and abraded the soft flesh.
Some of the redness and swelling had gone out of the pussy lips since last night, but they were still larger and darker than normal.
Their torment had scraped the skin and left it raw in some spots and highly sensitive, so that they throbbed with soreness.
Inside, she ached as well, from the dildo which had filled her.
Her anus and rectum were equally sore.
Kimberly got down on hands and knees and crawled across the cell to Dwight.
"Come here," Dwight gurgled, "a little closer ... "
Kimberly crawled to the front of the cell, where Dwight pressed its other side.
"That's a good little bitch," he murmured.
He reached out, as if to stroke her head. His hand shot through the bars and gripped hold of Kimberly's hair.
"Owwwww!"
"Got'cha! Hah!"
"You you're hurting me!"
"Yes," Dwight hissed with pleasure.
Twisting her hair, he pulled her face up to the bars. Her head bumped. She cried out. He pulled her pressed to the bars.
Holding her hair with one hand, he fumbled with his pants with the other.
"Owwww! Oh! What are you doing?! "
"Just making sure you won't go away, ha ha!"
She was on her knees. She had to press her face right up against the bars to ease the pulling pressure on her head.
Dwight opened his trousers and tugged them down his spindly hips.
He had a short, stunted lower body, with bowed legs, scaly and white, and an oversized penis made doubly large by his overall smallness.
A rank unwashed smell exuded from him, from between the legs.
"Look what I've got for you!" he cackled.
He held Kimberly so that her face, part of it at least, was wedged between the bars of the cell, and sticking out.
He turned, faced her, slapped his thick limp member against her face.
His penis jerked and throbbed, stiffened.
He rubbed it erect against her moaning, whimpering face.
It stood jutting, a hose of fat upright flesh between his thighs.
"Open up, bitch!"
"I'll suck you, you don't have to hurt me-mmmmmph!" Kimberly was silenced by the gag of flesh, Dwight's stiff cock.
He shoved it deep, so that with one thrust it slid to the back of her mouth, prodding the soft tissues there.
Kimberly's teary eyes widened as she was filled orally with the full length of the rod. Dwight started pumping.
His pants hung down at his feet. He wore no shorts. The tails of his shirt flapped against the clenched cheeks of his bony ass as he pumped.
The meat shoved back and forth in Kimberly's moaning mouth.
"Suck it sweet, slut!"
Lydia, shocked, raised a hand to an open, gaping mouth and moaned.
Through the bars of the cell Dwight fucked Kimberly's face.
It took about five minutes of sucking for him to come.
He pulled Kimberly's hair painfully, to keep her head close to the bars, to him.
His thighs pressed the bars when he thrust his cock deep for the final thrust.
His cock head shoved down into her open throat.
Holding her hair, he came in her throat. "Swallow it!"
Kimberly gulped loudly, sucking down the streaming masses of come.
Dwight howled like a dog, then came and reached his ecstatic peak.
Kimberly choked, but he held her in place so she could not pull away.
His penis shuddered its final spasms; the last come drops bubbled out.
He gasped, then pulled out his cock.
It was red, shiny, thick, hot. It dripped with spit and come.
He wiped it with a fat handful of Kimberly's hair.
Done with her, he released her with a push that toppled her off balance.
She fell on her side, landing awkwardly on her rounded rear, her long legs sprawling open to flash her pussy.
She sobbed, lifted herself off the floor, tears flowing from her eyes.
Her face glistened with tear tracks. The taste of the come was flat and oily and sickening. She smacked her lips to clear her mouth of the taste.
She wiped come off her mouth by rubbing it with the back of her hand.
She was white-faced, nauseated, green around the gills. She clutched her stomach and choked, as though about to retch.
"If you puke," Dwight said, "I'll make you eat it!"
Kimberly hugged her heaving stomach and somehow managed to restrain the urge to upchuck. She crouched on the floor, sickened and ashamed.
Dwight as yet made no move to pull up his pants and cover Ins naked cock.
He took hold of his member and squeezed a fat come drop from its head.
He shuffled the dropped pants hobbling his ankles shuffled to the cell holding Kimberly, to the one where Lydia was penned.
He stood at Lydia's cell, gripping his cock.
"C'mere, you!"
Lydia, too terrified to speak, cowered in the corner.
"I'm only warning you once," Dwight began.
"A very cozy scene!"
Dwight groaned, flinching at the sound of the newcomer's voice.
He peeked over his shoulder, muttering when his suspicions were confirmed, and he saw that it was none other than Bella Sime who had entered the room.
This morning she was dressed in a white nurse's cap and short-sleeved uniform, a tight uniform stretched by her voluptuous shape.
Additionally, she wore black latex gloves, opera length, which reached up past her elbows, and a pair of thick black rubber stockings.
She stood in a posture of dominance, rubber clad hands on hips.
Dwight wilted under her fierce gaze.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself," she began.
Dwight sniveled, "I didn't hurt anybody!"
"No, and a lucky thing for you that you didn't!"
Bella Sime stepped forward, scowling, breasts bobbing and buttocks rolling.
She said, "You know that sweet meat like this is not for you!"
"Sorry ... "
"And pull up your pants, you little worm! I don't want to have my senses offended by the sight of that hideous thing between your legs!"
By now, Dwight was limp, if thick.
He tugged up his pants and sullenly tucked his hot wet cock into them.
Bella Sime said, "Make yourself useful, you toad, and get some restraints!"
Dwight scuttled away, out the open door through which Bella had entered. He muttered under his breath, but not loud enough for her to hear.
"Th-thank you," Lydia murmured meekly.
"Don't thank me," Bella Sime said. "I didn't keep him off you to do you a favor! I did it to enforce the rules of this place!
"As far as either of you two little sluts are concerned you mean nothing to me, absolutely nothing!
"So, don't ask me for any favors, or any mercy I have none for the-likes of you!"
Bella Sime selected a key from a ring of keys worn on her belt. She unlocked the door of Lydia's cell.
Lydia said, "May I may I speak? Please?"
"I suppose so," Bella Sime said grudgingly.
"I I really have to go, er, to the bathroom!" Lydia confessed.
"So what then is stopping you?"
"Why why, there isn't any place for me to go!"
"What do you think that pail under your cot is for?"
Lydia's breasts bobbed and dangled as she leaned over to look under the bed.
"B-b-but that's just a pail!" she moaned.
"And you're just a slave," Bella Sime retorted. "So don't put on any imagine airs, my bitch! The pail is there for your sanitary needs!"
"I I guess I really don't have to go at all," Lydia mumbled.
"Don't play games with me, bitch! I won't have you pissing yourself, or the nice clean floors, because you were too demure to take care of your bodily functions!
"You can just squat down over that pail, and do your business now!"
"But I really don't have to gO-"
Bella Sime slapped Lydia across the face.
Lydia lurched back, against the wall, crying out, raising her hands to protect her face. Bella Sime reached for her breasts.
She took hold of one of Lydia's nipples and twisted it really hard.
Lydia went white-faced and wailing, rising up on her toes to minimize the pain.
Bella Sime gave the punished nipple a final vicious twist before releasing it.
Lydia slumped against the wall, sobbing.
Bella roughly held her up by the arm.
"No more nonsense from you, slut! Do as you're told!"
She hustled the sobbing nude girl to the center of the cell. She pulled the pail out from under the bed and set it in the center of the floor.
Stifling her sobs, Lydia planted both feet on either side of the bucket and hunkered down on her haunches.
She squatted so that her pussy was poised over the mouth of the open bucket.
Her thighs were all taut and so were her buttocks.
The posture put a strain on her. Bella Sime held her in place. "Well, do it!"
"I'm trying, really I am!" Lydia sobbed. "Please, just wait a second!"
"No more stalling, bitch!"
Lydia's punished nipple stood out stiff and purple-red and was swollen to twice the size of its opposite number on her unpunished breast.
She closed her eyes, tears oozing out from under the lashes.
A few drops dribbled down her slit and spattered in the bottom of the bucket.
The flow increased the drops became a stream, then a spray which hissed from her slit and poured into the bucket.
The hollow wooden bucket served as a kind of echoing chamber, magnifying loudly the sounds of the golden shower as it streamed down.
While Lydia urinated, Bella Sime opened the other cell and hustled Kimberly out of it, herding the girl to the front of Lydia's cell.
The streaming flow ebbed, and again only a few golden drops drooled down from the preciously perfect pussy lips.
Bella Sime walked Lydia to the cot and sat her down on its edge.
"Spread your legs, slut girl! And you, crawl over here!"
Kimberly, down on hands and knees, crawled like a dog across the cell.
Bella Sime said, "That's right, just keep crawling until your head is right between her legs!
"You're going to wipe your little pal clean-with your tongue!"
Hard to say which was the more humiliated girl, Kimberly or Lydia.
Kimberly's head went between Lydia's spread legs. The slit was wet, shining.
Lydia looked away, unable to bear watching.
"Don't be timid," Bella Sime mocked, "get right in there!"
She pushed Kimberly's face against the pussy, so that it was smeared with sticky piss, and held the face pressed there.
"Now start licking, and clean her good-outside and in!"
Kimberly slapped the flat of her pink tongue against Lydia's slit and licked the pussy lips clean.
"The inside, too, and get that tongue deep!"
Dwight returned with the sets of restraints, while Kimberly was still orally serving Lydia, and cleaning her out.
"Both you little bitches had better get used to this sort of thing," Bella Sime spoke in passing, "since toilet slavery will definitely be among your duties!"
After Kimberly had licked Lydia to the satisfaction of Bella Sime and to the leering, hard-breathing amusement of Dwight both girls were put into collars and chains, and herded out of the cell section.
CHAPTER NINE
"Time for your feeding, you little Lydia bitch!"
Lydia was dressed in rubber panties and strapped into an adult-sized high chair, while Lupus spooned mush into her mouth.
It was around noon feeding time.
Earlier, Lydia and Kimberly were taken to the examining room for special treatment.
Lydia was highly aware of that treatment.
She felt it constantly, each time her newly hairless pussy lips quivered against soft rubber.
Yes, both she and Kimberly had been shaved completely hairless between the legs.
Bella Sime had served as the barber.
First, Lydia had been strapped down and spread on the examining table, exactly as she had done the night before.
Bella Sime worked up a mass of foamy lather in a shaving cup, using an old-fashioned brush to work up the mass of foam.
She slathered it down on Lydia's quivering pussy, soaping it up with lather.
Already, the lush tangled curls of the blonde's fleecy bush had been snipped with a small scissors, prior to the lathering.
Then, Bella Sime stropped a glittering straight-edged razor, the sight of which made Lydia's blood run cold.
Bella Sime explained to the overwrought girl that she was only going to have her pussy shaved clean.
No radical surgery was yet in the offing for the girls.
"Hold yourself still," Bella Sime advised. "This is a tricky business, and if you move at the wrong time, you're liable to be nicked!
"And a shaving cut is something you don't want between your legs!"
Bella Sime stood at the foot of the table and easily slid the sharp razor over Lydia's pubic mound.
The hairs were taken up and shaved clean. There was the soft scraping sound of the keen razor scraping soft pussy flesh.
Lydia held herself as still as possible.
She lifted the back of her head from the table, to gaze across her breasts and belly and see what Bella Sime did.
But the sight of watching her pussy being shaved was too nerve-wracking, and a groaning Lydia slumped back on the table.
Presently the deed was done.
Warm water washed over Lydia's pussy, washing away the remnants of lather and the fragments of clipped curly pubic hair.
When the pussy was dried and blotted with a towel, it displayed a completely free and hairless mound.
Lydia felt even more lost in the depths of subjugation.
Having her adult bush shaved made her feel very much the little child, now more than ever under the control of her masters.
Presently, Lydia came down off the table, giving up her place there to Kimberly, whose black bush was similarly shaved clean.
Lydia felt so strange, each time she peered down between her legs and saw the hairless pink mound, where the tufted bush had been.
And having the hairs removed made the labia more sensitive than ever.
When the barbering was done, the girls were separated.
Bella Sime took unhappy Kimberly in tow, while Lydia was given over to Lupus.
This day, Lupus wore a long-sleeved shirt, pants, shoes, all in black.
He took Lydia to a small feeding room.
She was dressed in rubber bloomers, a pair having been fitted on her before she left the examination room.
The bloomers were tight at the waist, and at the leg openings which reached down to a point just above her knees.
They were otherwise baggy, with loose folds of rubber clinging to her hips.
Otherwise, she was quite nude.
She sat in a restraining device similar to a high chair. It was made of wood, complete with back, arms, tray, four legs.
It had adjustable legs, the height of which could be raised or lowered by turning a hand-operated crank which lowered all four legs at once.
Lydia had been seated in the chair by Lupus, her arms at her sides.
Then the folding tray came down in front of her, pinning her arms to the sides and covering her forearms and hands with the tray.
On this tray was set her lunch, an obnoxious meal.
It consisted of a bowl of porridge-like mush, white and lumpy and tasteless, along with a bottle of warm milk.
Lupus sat in a chair facing her, spoon feeding her.
"What is this awful stuff?! " Lydia moaned.
"It's good for you," Lupus said. "It's a nutritious mixture designed by Dr. Dover. It helps supply most needed dietary requirements."
"It tastes terrible!"
"Well, you can't have everything! Finish all the food in your bowl, and I'll allow you to have dessert afterward."
He spooned out mush and brought it to her mouth.
Lydia had to wrap her lips around the spoon, to keep the stuff from spilling on her. She was bare above the waist.
Lupus lifted a fresh spoonful as soon as she had finished the previous one.
He increased the speed, so that Lydia could hardly keep up with her.
She gulped down the stuff, but more kept coming.
"Please, couldn't you do it a little slower-urk!"
He fed the spoonful right into her mouth while she spoke.
Porridge spilled down the sides of her mouth. Fat warm gouts of it spattered on the tops of her breasts, smearing them.
"I, I can't keep up!"
"You better learn how to," Lupus said.
At last, the virtually empty bowl was scraped by the spoon, as Lupus worked up the last bits and fed them into her mouth.
"Sloppy little bitch, aren't you?! " he laughed.
He put the spoon in the empty bowl, then took bowl and glass of milk from the tray, setting them down on the seat he had just vacated.
Leaning over her, brushing her flesh, he found and turned the crank for the chair, lowering it toward the floor.
As the chair legs folded up, Lydia's dangling feet touched the floor. She was lowered even more, so that her bottom was lower than her raised knees.
When Lupus had lowered her to a level to his liking, he locked the chair in place.
Rising, facing her, he stepped forward, straddling the tray of the high chair, spread legs flanking it on either side.
He stood where his crotch was level with her face.
He reached between his legs and fondled himself, thick fingers working on his cock.
"What what are you going to do?" Lydia whimpered.
"Time for dessert!"
"Oh no, please"
"Shut up but don't shut your mouth."
He opened his pants and took down pants and shorts and pulled out his cock.
It was thick and limp and dangled in front of her face, a hose of flesh.
He pressed it to her face. Her cheeks were hot, but the rod was hotter.
Smeared on her face were stains from the sloppy porridge. They smeared on his cock as well, as he massaged it against her face.
His throbbing penis stiffened as it rose erect, oversized, hard.
Lydia gulped worriedly as she comprehended the full size of the rod.
Lupus nuzzled his balls against her face, too.
He had to take a step back, since he was so close to her that he at first couldn't bring his cock in line with her mouth.
Stepping back, he gripped the rod and aimed it at her mouth.
"Open wide, now!"
Lydia choked back a sob as she parted her jaws.
He gripped the rod. Its head prodded her lips as it passed between them.
He murmured and moaned as he fed the rod into her hot sucking mouth.
Her mouth was additionally warmed by the heated porridge she had just consumed, as well as by the warm milk.
His stiff penis was hotter than either.
He fed her his cock, stuffing it deep.
She was choked by its head pressing and blocking the back of her throat.
Her face reddened. His hands held her face in place as he pumped.
He fucked her face while she was locked helpless in the high chair.
At least, when he pulled partially back, she was able to suck in quick breaths, to keep from totally suffocating on the rod.
In and out he pumped, heating his hard cock.
"Pretty soon now, you'll get to the cream filling, bitch!"
He threw some more strokes across her lips and tongue.
He reached his orgasm.
He held her head and buried his throbbing rod deep in her mouth.
The cock kicked on her tongue, then spat come.
Lydia gulped it down, swallowing gushing semen, which coated her throat. Lupus shook as he spurted.
The last drops of come bubbled up from his cock.
He kept his penis stuffed in Lydia's mouth long after he stopped coming. "Nice ... "
At last, he pulled out of her mouth. His fat stiff cock was red, hot, dripping, twitching.
Semen spilled on Lydia's lips and chin.
Lupus stuffed his cock back into his pants and closed them up.
He looked down at her, and laughed.
Come and porridge were smeared on her mouth, and had spilled on her breasts.
"Sloppy eater, aren't you?! " he chuckled. "Well, I'll just clean you up before we move on to the next phase!"
"What what is that?! "
"Slaves shouldn't ask questions ... and when they do, they don't get answers! You'll find out what the next phase is, soon enough!"
He used a towel to wipe her clean. He handled her roughly, especially when he wiped the mess off her pert, cupcake breasts.
She squirmed and moaned as her breasts were handled, and when he finally took away the towel from her titties, her nipples were hard.
This fact was not lost on him, since he rolled stiff nipples between his fingers, tweaking and pinching them while she moaned and sighed.
At last, he freed her from the bondage high chair.
A thick black leather slave collar too sturdy to be broken by a slave, especially since it was reinforced with a band of thin metal between leather layers was locked around the long, swan-like neck of Lydia.
Attached to this collar was a chain, the end of which was held by Lupus.
At least her permitted her to exit the room and proceed to the next station on two legs, rather than making her crawl.
Already today she had crawled much, and her knees and palms ached.
As she walked, her pussy lips were pressed by the smooth rubber of the bloomers.
She was marched through halls and doors, to another section of the castle.
Here, Kimberly suffered.
Dr. Dover, Bella Sime, and Kimberly were all present in this room.
Lydia cried out when she saw what Kimberly suffered.
Dominating the room was a bizarre piece of statuary, in the shape of a four-legged demon, its size roughly that of a flesh and blood Doberman dog.
Kimberly squatted over the statue, which lay on its back, with legs spread.
Rising up from its crotch was a swollen dildo, thick and fat.
Kimberly was penetrated with this dildo.
It spread her now hairless pussy lips and stretched her internally.
She squatted over the statue on her hands and knees. Ankles and wrists each were secured with leather bands and their attached chains.
Kimberly was thus locked into position for raping by the statue.
Her head hung down, face contorted with anguish and wet with tears.
Lydia cried out, but Kimberly was too far into her own misery to pay attention to a new arrival.
The masters were not so involved.
"A most amusing display, is it not?"
Dr. Dover giggled as he went to Lydia.
"But it seems that you do not share our mirth and merriment at the trials and tribulations of your friend Kimberly."
"She's no friend of mine," Lydia said.
It it were not for treacherous Kimberly, Lydia would never have been delivered into the clutches of these sadistic maniacs!
"Ah, you are angry at her," Dr. Dover murmured. "That will make this affair more interesting still, yes, indeed it shall!"
Dr. Dover requested that Bella Sime hand him her chastiser.
This was an eighteen inch leather strap with a dildo handle. The strap contained a band of thin metal wrapped in leather.
Dr. Dover handed the strap to a surprised Lydia.
"What what shall I do with this, sir."
"Why, beat her with it, of course."
"Oh, but, I can't!"
"Then you can trade places with her I'm sure Kimberly would show no hesitancy in hurting you, if you were in that position!"
"I I'll do it, sir!"
"You bitch!" Kimberly sobbed.
"Fuck you, Kimberly you got me into this in the first place!"
"Take out some of your resentments on her bare backside," invited Dr. Dover.
Lydia's chain was unclipped from her collar so she could have limited freedom.
She hefted the strap in her hands, weighing it in her palms, pert breasts bobbing as she took up a stance behind Kimberly.
Kimberly's ass was raised up high. A strap circling the small of her back, kept her bound on the phallic statue so she could not pull off.
Lydia slapped the paddle down on Kimberly's rear.
"What a weak effort!" scolded Bella Sime. "If that's the best you can do, then you should be the one to be put on the statue!"
"No, please, ma'am, give me another chance!" Lydia begged.
"Go ahead, then, but you had better make these strokes count!"
Lydia really whacked a sizzling one down on Kimberly's taut, ripe rear.
The crack of leather against soft flesh was mingled with Kimberly's outcry.
The dildo, and her pussy, were greased well, and shone with the goo.
As her ass was hit, Kimberly instinctively jerked her body away from the source of the hit which made the dildo penetrate more deeply.
"Not bad," Dr. Dover commented mildly.
Lydia shook with righteous anger. She had just been minding her own business, living her life, when Kimberly came into it.
It was Kimberly's fault, and she should be made to pay!
Lydia was in a red haze of anger as she slammed the strap down again and again.
Kimberly sobbed and squealed and begged, but Lydia was deaf to her outcries.
It felt good to whip Kimberly's ass, and make the bitch shriek!
The bottom cheeks reddened, grew deeply scarlet with seething paddled flesh. As Kimberly writhed and twisted, she fucked herself on the statue's dildo.
Lydia beat the buttocks until her arm ached.
At last, she came to herself.
She was shaking and sweating. Her nipples stood out stiffly.
Kimberly sobbed brokenly, her bottom burning red, the dildo deep in her.
Dr. Dover took the paddle from Lydia's hand.
Kimberly's buttocks blazed in each center with a purple-red welted mass where the flesh was raw and scraped.
Surrounding these painful centers were sizzling red cheeks, which reached from the small of her back, to her hips, to her thigh tops.
Her pussy lips glowed red under their coating of lubricant, blazing from the sexual friction of humping against the statue's dildo.
"Don't stop now," Dr. Dover said.
Taking the dazed, hard-breathing Lydia by the arm, he walked her around to the front of the statue, up by Kimberly's head.
Kimberly crouched on hands and knees, groaning as she raised her pussy to slide some of the dildo out of her and get some relief.
Dr. Dover positioned Lydia so that she stood facing Kimberly's head.
"Now that you've disciplined her," he said silkily, "make her serve you by going down on your pussy!
Lydia looked down at Kimberly.
Kimberly's weary head hung down below shoulders that shook from sobbing.
Lydia took hold of Kimberly's hair and jerked the head up.
"You heard what the doctor said," Lydia rasped, "so you better just get to work and eat my pussy, you bitch!"
"Yes, I will, only please don't hurt me any more!"
Lydia jerked the head level with her pussy.
"Owwww!" Kimberly sobbed, "you're pulling my hair!"
"Just do as you're told, bitch!"
Lydia pulled down her rubber bloomers. They were tight, and it was hot inside them, so that sweat shone on Lydia's hips and thighs.
She pulled them down, exposing her nakedly hairless pussy.
She leaned forward and ground it against Kimberly's face.
Lydia was wet inside she had moistened while whipping Kimberly.
Her juices smeared acrosss Kimberly's tear-stained face.
Kimberly fought down her sobs and pressed her puckered lips to Lydia's pussy.
She kissed and licked them, desperate to please and thus avoid more punishment.
"Lick it, slut!" Bella Sime ordered. Kimberly stuck out her tongue and licked up and down the slit. "Now, inside!"
Kimberly inserted her tongue in Lydia's pussy.
She stifled a gasp of shock as she discovered that Lydia was wet and dripping.
She glided her tongue up and down the pussy walls, slurping juices and then swallowing them down.
Lydia's buttocks, white, sweaty, tight, quivered as she rocked her hips and pressed her pussy against Kimberly's servile mouth.
"Lick my clit, slut!"
Lydia was surprised to hear herself issue that dominant command. But Kimberly obeyed.
She pressed her tongue tip to the clitoris and licked and slurped and massaged sexual heat into the pearly little button of flesh.
No one was more surprised than Lydia, when she came ...
Heavily.
CHAPTER TEN
Turnabout is unfair play.
Lydia should have expected that.
She had dished it out to Kimberly this afternoon. Now, with perfect fairness, the depraved masters turned the tables on the girls.
Kimberly pained Lydia this night, in revenge for the afternoon.
The participants were in the examination room.
It was Lydia's turn to writhe in bondage and discipline.
She stood with her feet on the floor, front stretched over the examining table, legs secured with a spreader bar.
Her hands, stretched out in front of her so that her arms ran along her head, were cuffed together and held secure.
From the waist up, Lydia pressed the table, while below the waist she was upright and vertical, with feet on the floor.
The spreader bar cuffed her ankles and put a three-foot metal rod between her legs, so she could close them no more than that distance.
Stretched out as she was across the table, her bottom was out thrust and in perfect position for the switching Kimberly inflicted.
"Now I can pay you back for earlier!" Kimberly hissed.
like Lydia, she was nude. She stood behind Lydia, holding a yard-long whippy switch which she lashed Lydia with.
The switch was vicious, very thin. Each time it struck, it curled around the curves of Lydia's quivering buttocks.
It cut, and broke the skin, leaving a thin red line to mark its fall.
Thus far, there were close to twenty such marks on Lydia's ass.
Lydia twisted against her bonds and sobbed and suffered.
Kimberly's eyes glinted, her young face set in hard lines of sadism. Her nipples were stiff and her hairless pussy lips quivered.
Her breasts lifted each time she raised the switch for a stroke.
She aimed her strokes so that each one would fall on an as-yet-untouched section of Lydia's rear, and open up a new raw cut.
Such untouched spots were growing hard to find, as the switching progressed.
Kimberly slashed a few down below the cheeks, on the taut backs of Lydia's thighs, striping them.
She whipped the tip of the switch up between Lydia's legs, smiling with grim satisfaction as she whipped the pussy itself.
Lydia's howl rang loudly, the loudest yet.
Here was some real satisfaction ... Kimberly slowed down so that she might take better aim and land her shots on the quivering sex.
But her wrist was circled by the rubber gloved hand of Dr. Dover, who pried open her fingers and took the switch from her hand.
"Unh-uh ... mustn't damage that pretty little pussy," Dover purred. "Besides, there are still a few more variations to work up."
Kimberly was disappointed at having to stop so soon.
But plenty of fun remained.
Kimberly liked this ... this was what she had grown used to, being a master and inflicting pain, instead of a slave who suffered.
Lydia sobbed hysterically on the table, her striped buttocks twitching.
"Poor dear child," Bella Sime cooed with mock tenderness. "Here, let me put something on that bottom of yours, baby!"
Standing with a pan of fluid and a sponge, she soaked the sponge in fluid, then tenderly patted it over Lydia's backside.
Lydia shrieked, stiffly shaking with agony.
The fluid was vinegar, which seeped into each slash and set it on fire!
Yet still more abuse awaited.
Lydia was untied from the table. The stricken girl could hardly stand, and she was half-carried, half-dragged away from table.
Away from table, and taken to a perverse device close by.
This device consisted of a throne-like chair and a horizontal platform, attached to the chair, which lay along the floor.
Lydia was put down on her back on the platform, so that her golden head was up by the box on which the chair sat.
A panel opened in the side of the seat, and her head was put in the box. The panel was then lowered so that its semi-circular opening touched her neck.
This locked her head inside the box, like an old-fashioned stock restraint.
Straps and buckles pinned the girl to the long wooden pallet jutting perpendicularly from the box of the throne.
Lydia's arms were strapped down at her sides, while her legs were buckled so that they pressed together.
The pain of her weight pressing on her beaten buttocks was agonizing.
Worse was the dread of what was to come.
Looking up from the bottom of the box, she looked through the circular hole which had been cut in the top of the box.
Kimberly had to climb up on the examining table ... for an enema.
She lay on her side, one leg bent and the knee pressing her chest.
The greased enema nozzle was inserted inside her tight ass.
The enema completed, the nozzle was removed.
Lupus and Bella eased Kimberly down from the table. Kimberly's normally flat tummy was distended and swollen with fluid.
Ominous rumblings and gurglings came from withing her.
The enema was very uncomfortable, but knowing that it would be used to degrade Lydia made it all worthwhile.
Kimberly strained to hold it in, at least until she reached the throne where her captors were hustling her.
Kimberly got up on the toilet seat which was nailed to the top of the box so it framed the circular hole cut therein.
She caught a satisfying glimpse of Lydia's cringing face below, for an instant.
Then Lydia's face was lost in shadow, as Kimberly plopped her buns on the toilet seat and explosively voided bowels and bladder.
When she was done, she was drained and weak, but delighted by the awful humiliation she had inflicted on Lydia.
She was taken to the sink, where her cheeks were spread and her ass was washed out and cleansed by the rubber-gloved Bella Sime.
Presently, Kimberly was all pink in her ass, and squeaky clean.
She was taken back to the examining table where, despite her startled protests, she was locked and buckled in tight bondage.
She was bound so that her naked ass was thrust out at the table edge ready and open for violation.
Dr. Dover finished his examination of her quivering ass.
"Very tight indeed," he announced. "So tight, that it will require a real reaming and opening to prepare it for pleasure!"
He patted Kimberly's trembling rump.
"I must call on you for some service, dearie," Dr. Dover giggled. "You see, every now and then, I allow my servants to work out their lusts on a slave girl!
"I had planned to allow them to amuse themselves with Lydia but since she is currently locked in the human toilet, I'm afraid you will have to substitue!"
Diabolical Dr. Dover summoned forth hulking Ivan and dwarfish Dwight to come forth and make full and good use of Kimberly's helplessly bound, naked body.
Kimberly shrieked.
"Oh, no! Please, doctor, please, no not them!"
"Now, now, dearie, calm yourself," Dr. Dover giggled.
"Help! Help! Help!"
Kimberly tore at the restraints which secured her to the bondage table, with her mouth, pussy, and ass all open for violation.
Her struggles, of course, were futile.
Those restraints were designed to handle and hold the most violent patients. A young lady such as she would make no headway against them.
All the same, she writhed as much as her tight bondage permitted, bucking and tearing at the bonds, hurting only herself.
Shadows fell on her, as Ivan and Dwight loomed over her.
Kimberly froze, like a varmint which sees the shadow of a bird of prey waiting to swoop down from the sky and gobble it up.
"No, no!"
Sobs gurgled from her as the gruesome twosome started pawing her.
Dwight crouched over her, claw-like hands scrambling up and down her soft flesh, squeezing, pinching, kneading.
He took hold of her hair and pulled it nastily.
Kimberly cried out.
Ivan shuffled in front of her face, and handled his penis, which was a fat club of flesh lifting the front ofhis trousers.
He fumbled with the pants, but could not open them with his thick fingers.
"Here, I'll do it!" Dwight said impatiently.
He opened the knotted rope belt that held Ivan's trousers up.
The loosened pants fell to the hulk's feet, while his erection sprang up.
Kimberly boggled at the size of that club of flesh.
Revulsion twisted her face as Ivan rubbed the hot cock against it.
Over her moans and sobbing cries were heard the labored, rasping breath of Ivan, and the cackling of perverted Dwight.
Ivan gripped his penis, pressing its fat head to Kimberly's closed lips.
Dwight viciously pinched her nipple.
Kimberly cried out-until the cock head was stuffed in her mouth.
She made strangled sounds, eyes bulging, mouth stretched.
"That's right, Ivan, stuff it all the way inside!" Dwight urged.
Ivan's cock looked close to ten inches long-it was the biggest member with which experienced Kimberly had ever been confronted.
Now, all her experience counted for nothing, and she was as frightened as the most timid and sheltered virgin.
Her mouth was stretched out of shape by the width of the penis.
Ivan lurched forward, burying the rod in her mouth.
He stuffed the head deep, his slack mouth drooling saliva and chuckles.
"Suck it, you slut!" Dwight hissed in her ear.
He scampered around to the rear of the bondage table to Kimberly's rear.
He slapped Kimberly's rump, pinched and poked it.
Each of her moans rippled through the swollen rod of Ivan's cock.
Dwight roughly rubbed her between the legs.
Sobbing and squirming, she could not escape his abuse of her precious pussy.
He pulled the labia, stretching them, twisting them.
His own penis lifted his trouser crotch.
He took down his pants, exposing a penis shaped like a gnarled red root.
He rubbed it against the smooth backs of her thighs, against her backside.
"Can I can I fuck her ass, master?" Dwight asked.
Kimberly could only express her sexual terror by moaning, since the oversized cock filling and fucking her mouth prevented all else.
"By all means, take her anally," Dr. Dover said. "Unlike the timid Lydia, our Kimberly is most certainly no virgin in her rear!"
Dwight gratefully and effusively thanked the medico for this permission.
"Lubricate her, Dwight-I don't want the slut unduly damaged," Dover said.
Lubricating jelly was smeared in the crack of Kimberly's ass by Dwight, the dwarfish tyrant stuffing it in her hole.
"Ummmm, it's a hot tight one!" he exclaimed.
He smeared some more grease on the head of his twisted red cock.
He took hold of both her ripe buttocks in his greasy fingers, and pulled the ass cheeks to the sides, spreading them.
Kimberly's little rosebud quivered madly.
Dwight guided his swollen cock between the buttocks.
He pressed its head to the hole and pushed.
Kimberly squealed and sobbed as her tight anal ring was stretched.
The wrinkled folds were smoothed by the stretching given them by the plug of the cock head.
Dwight lunged into her, spearing his cock head in her hole.
Kimberly sobbed hysterically.
All the while, Ivan raped her mouth. His cock was thick and fat and choked her, so that she could hardly breathe. And he stuffed it into her so forcefully, and deeply!
But her torments more than doubled, as Dwight humped into her, working his cock up into the narrow channel of her sizzling rectum.
Dwight drove the rod way up into her with savage stabbing lunges.
Having reamed her ass open, and burrowed his cock into it, he set to fucking it.
He pumped the gnarled penis in and out, hard and deep.
Kimberly felt she had been split down the middle.
While fucking her ass was delicious, Dwight increased his enjoyment by abusing and pinching her pussy lips.
Her writhing added to his perverted pleasures.
Up at her face, Ivan's cock sizzled in the stove of her mouth.
His cock filled her throat on a hard deep thrust.
She sputtered and choked, as Ivan came.
He held her head in place and pumped his quantity of semen into her.
She had to gobble and gulp it all down to keep from choking.
Her ass felt choked, by Dwight's hard cock fucking it.
Dwight threw his twisted hips forward and buried his cock deep.
And came, inside her ass.
There would be little rest for punished Kimberly although Dwight and Ivan both had come, they were still stiff.
Stiffly erect in her mouth, and ass.
In a moment, to Kimberly's added torment, they would switch positions, with Dwight fucking her mouth, and Ivan assaulting her tender ass with his ten-inch cock.
Back at the control panel, gleeful Dr. Dover monitored the scene of Kimberly's rape horror monitored Kimberly herself.
Her pain and fear were seen by Dr. Dover as wavy lines on scope graphs.
There that maxiumum surge in all the girl's responses was caused by Ivan forcing his swollen penis into Kimberly.
Kimberly shrieked as he sought to stuff his giant choking cock in her ass.
Luckily for the girl, the clumsy brute slipped, and the cock head slid down from her anus and right into her pussy.
Even so, he managed only to stuff the wedged cock head in her pussy at first, since she was so tight it was hard to penetrate.
But he would not be stopped.
And neither would Dwight, who pressed and rubbed his penis against Kimberly's face, slapping it against her with a meaty thud.
He put it to her mouth and stuffed it in.
Gagging, spit spilling down her chin, Kimberly sobbed as she sucked the root of flesh, which pumped in and out of her mouth.
like Lydia, the friend whom she had betrayed, Kimberly would be the subject of some of the most bizarre sexual experiments ever performed.
This was not the end, only the beginning of the ordeal.
