Melinda Manning lay tied to the table. Her wrists were bound so tightly that she had lost the feeling in her fingers and they were starting to turn purple.
Her legs were forced open, her ankles bound to the poles at the foot of the examination table just as securely.
The evil doctor stood alongside the table, running his fist up and down his own erect member.
"Please Dr. Shakey, let me go! Have mercy on me!" Melinda Manning screamed, her breasts heaving as she struggled to get air into her lungs.
"Mrs. Manning," the nude man said with a sadistic chuckle. "You came here to be helped, and help is just what you're going to get. You will be thoroughly trained by the time you leave here. You will live only to tend a man's cock."
Melinda struggled against the ropes that held her and writhed as much as her stringent bondage would allow.
She was terrified, but at the same time she could feel her cunt getting wet and slippery at the thought of what was about to happen to her.
CHAPTER ONE
Melinda Manning removed her baby blue bathrobe and hung it on the hook behind the bathroom door.
She sighed and looked at herself in the full-length mirror there.
She could tell that she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
She knew her looks had nothing to do with her husband's boredom.
It had to be her attitude. She was only nineteen and she couldn't help but feel the best years of her life were already behind her.
Harold Manning had been her high school sweetheart, and she had married him only three weeks after graduation.
Just when Melinda's girlfriends were going away to college and having REAL fun, Melinda found herself a housewife, working part time at the supermarket.
Harold had gotten a good job with Kodak, so they had enough money.
They lived in a nice house on Maple Street in the town of Scottsville.
They had gotten enough money from the wedding to furnish it nicely.
But Melinda was not happy. She felt as if she had thrown her life away by marrying at such a young age.
She had been married only a year and she knew Harold was not as excited by her sexually as he once was.
She knew he was having an affair, and this made her very depressed.
He would call up three days a week and say he had to work late.
But when he got home there was a vague odor of perfume about him.
He often looked disheveled, and he was never interested in sex on those nights.
Melinda assumed correctly that he had picked up a little chippie at the office.
She wondered what the little tramp had that she didn't have.
Melinda knew that if she was going to save her marriage, she would have to find a way to make herself more exciting for Harold.
It was a Thursday night in the town of Scottsville, and Melinda's husband would not be home till late.
Melinda was very horny, and she knew Harold would not be willing to satisfy her by the time he got home.
She decided to take a long shower and masturbate.
She figured a couple of hard comes would take the edge off of both her horniness and her despair.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and gave herself a naughty grin.
Sometimes she thought she should get revenge on Harold by fucking other guys.
She knew that she could have any guy in town she wanted.
Ever since she was fifteen she had known that she was very attractive to men.
But she was shy, and she had her doubts about her courage.
She could plan and scheme to have an affair, but she figured she would just end up chickening out in the end.
Melinda's hair was black as coal, and hung down over her shoulders and in between her shoulder blades.
Her hair was thick and wavy. It spilled down over her bare skin with the grace of a finely written poem.
She looked at her face. She had the face of an angel.
Her eyes were big and dark brown. They danced when she was happy.
Her eyelashes were very long. They licked at her cheekbones whenever she blinked.
Her skin was smooth and soft. Her nose was a tiny button that turned up a little at the end.
She was a petite woman, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet.
She was built on a small frame and weighed only ninety-five pounds, even when she was soaking wet.
Her mouth was small but her lips were full and sensuous.
She had, what the men in Scottsville called, pouting lips.
When she was in high school it had been said that Melinda had the kind of lips that made her look like she needed to be kissed badly. Those lips were cherry red, even though she never wore lipstick.
Melinda never wore any make-up at all. She thought make-up was like wearing a mask.
Even without anything to enhance her features, she remained a remarkably beautiful woman.
In spite of her tiny torso, Melinda had extraordinarily large breasts.
Her tits would have been big on any woman, but they were exceptional for a girl of her height and weight.
In spite of her breasts' size, they stuck out straight from her chest.
They rode high and were so firm that they didn't sag an inch.
Her tits were a little pointy at the tips, and Melinda had never worn a bra in her entire life.
Melinda shuddered at the thought of wearing a bra.
Such a thing seemed like putting her tits in bondage.
Her tits lifted and separated naturally, and her nipples pointed slightly upward.
Melinda knew that it would take more than the force of gravity to make her humongous tits droop.
She knew that it would be many years before she would have to worry about her figure dropping. There would be no bras in Melinda's dresser drawers for some time to come.
Her nipples were large also, and they became hard and erect whenever she was sexually aroused.
At that moment her nipples were not only stiff, but they were aching with a desire to be stroked.
She liked to pinch and pull at her nipples whenever she masturbated.
Melinda's waist was very slim, but her hips were round and high.
She had a perfect hourglass figure that she knew drove men wild.
She had the kind of ass that looked spectacular crammed into a pair of tight jeans.
She liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked like they had been spray painted on.
When Melinda walked she had a way of swinging her hips from side to side that men found very sexy.
For a long time Melinda had known that men enjoyed walking behind her.
She had seen men go out of their way, crossing the street, just so they could look at her butt as it swung back and forth.
Once she had heard a man describe her walk as jelly on springs.
Melinda would blush when she thought of it, but she had to admit that she swung her hips just a little bit more if she knew guys were looking at her.
She was too shy to flirt or make eye contact with men, but her ass sometimes became bold when she was strolling down the sidewalk.
Melinda's legs were very shapely. She had slim thighs and smooth knees.
Her ankles were slim also, and she had the kind of leg that looked great when she wore a pair of high heels.
Melinda's fingers were long and slim. She had long fingernails which she manicured carefully so that they were all exactly the same length.
She painted her fingernails a deep red color, which she thought went very well with her olive complexion.
Her feet were tiny. Her toes were chubby and cute.
Her small round toenails were painted the same color as her fingernails.
Melinda knew that she looked very good in open-toed shoes.
Melinda looked at herself naked in the mirror. She had a tiny pubic patch that grew just above the pink slit of her cunt.
Her pubic patch was pitch black and was a perfect inverted triangle.
One would have thought that she shaved and trimmed her pubies to make that patch grow so neatly.
But Melinda knew that that was just the way it grew naturally.
Melinda had known for some time that she had less pubic hair than most women.
She discovered, when taking gym with the other girls while in high school, that most of them had hair growing on either side of their outer cunt lips, and also between the cheeks of their ass.
But Melinda only had the tiny patch just above her clitoris.
Her outer labia were bald and pink, and she didn't have a single hair growing between her globular buttocks.
Melinda was a little sad, being a married women who had to masturbate because her husband grown weary of her.
But she was very horny, and she knew that she would never be able to relax until she gave herself a couple of orgasms.
She placed her hands under her big breasts and pushed them upward.
She heard herself let out a small moan from the back of her throat.
She could feel her cunt throb as she touched her tits gingerly.
She could feel the blood pumping down her body to her private parts.
Her pussy flesh was swelling as it became fully engorged with blood.
When her cunt lips got all puffy, they ached and burned.
She could tell that her natural cunt lubrication was starting to flow.
She could feel her pussy getting all wet and slippery.
Sometimes her cunt juices flowed so freely that they spilled right out of her hole.
If she were lying on her back, her sex honey would drip out of the base of her cunt into the crack of her ass.
If she were standing up, that thick sweet juice would spill onto the insides of her smooth slim thighs.
Melinda knew that she would probably not be so shy around men if she had had more varied sexual experiences.
Harold was the only man who had ever fucked Melinda.
And he hadn't gotten his cock up her cunt until his wedding night.
Wedding night cherry poppings are rare in this day and age, and Melinda thought that Harold would like the idea of being her first cock.
But he had been a little annoyed at the prospect of having to teach her how to do everything.
Melinda should have figured right then and there that he was the kind of guy who liked to gather notches on his bedpost.
He seemed to know everything there was to know about sex.
Melinda should have suspected that he had been fucking other girls, even while he was going out with her.
But Melinda had been naive, and she loved Harold.
She still loved Harold, in spite of the way he mistreated her.
Melinda moved her hands so that she was gripping her tits.
She could feel her erect nipples pressing into the centers of her palms.
She spread her fingers as far apart as she could.
Her tits were so big she couldn't hold them all at the same time.
She gave her breasts three sharp squeezes, and groaned deeply.
She could feel the ache in her lower abdomen growing in leaps and bounds.
Her clit was hard and erect also at the top of her pussy slit.
That love button was pushing up and out from under the flesh sheath that usually all but covered it.
She held her breasts firmly and moved them in slow circles.
She arched her back sharply and threw back her head.
She was looking at the ceiling of the bathroom, her lips puffy.
Her lips were slightly parted and they were moving as if she were kissing an invisible lover.
Her tongue flicked out of her mouth every once in a while and moistened those full pouting lips.
She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart, and bent slightly at the knees.
She pressed her breasts together so that her cleavage was long and deep.
Then she pulled her breasts far apart and heard herself make a gurgling sound in the back of her throat.
She removed her palms from her breasts and concentrated her attention solely on her erect nipples.
She could feel her gland secreting more cunt juice, and that juice was just about to spill from the base of her pussy onto the insides of her thighs.
She rolled "her fingertips gently over her hard nipples.
She could hear her heart start to beat faster as she did that.
Her heart was pounding so hard it was threatening to beat right out of her chest.
Her knees were starting to shake, and Melinda could tell that she would have to get into the bathtub before long.
She wasn't sure how much longer her legs would be able to support her weight.
When she became very sexually aroused, her knees felt as if they were made of hot jelly.
Melinda got her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
She rolled those fingertips over the nipples before pinching lightly at them.
She was breathing very hard, and she found it difficult to fill her lungs with air.
Her breaths were short and sharp, and she was making tiny moans each time she exhaled, which was frequently.
She pinched her nipples so hard that it hurt a little bit.
Melinda had know for a long time that she enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure when it came to sex.
She liked fucking Harold best when he rough and nasty.
She even enjoyed being spanked, and sometimes he hit her buttocks when he was fucking her doggie style, and this made Melinda go wild with passion.
She didn't care for the sore bruises the next day, but during the lustful moment it was blissful.
Melinda didn't know what it was about pain that made her sex better. '
It was as if the pain was translated into pleasure by the time it got to the top of her spine into her brain.
The pain and the pleasure seemed to mix. The pain accented the pleasure.
They merged to form a new sensation that didn't have a name.
But she would become tremendously orgasmic when that happened.
Melinda could feel her skin all over her body becoming slick with perspiration.
The muscles in her legs became taut as she pinched harder and harder at her swollen nipple flesh.
Her mouth fell further open, and she pulled on her nipples, stretching them out from the tips of her tits.
She did this until the skin around each nipple was drawn tight.
She then allowed them to snap back into place, and admired how big they had grown.
As she played with her nipples she had to hold her fingers at odd angles so that her long fingernails would not get in the way.
Her cunt was aching so badly she knew that she had to get in the tub.
Melinda removed her fingers from her nipples and walked naked to the side of the tub.
She had to walk a little funny because her cunt was so swollen and wet.
Her clitoris was quivering at the top of her pussy slit demanding to be stroked.
Melinda knew that she could bring herself to orgasm very quickly if she diddled that clitoris.
If she were in a hurry she could give herself an orgasm in under two minutes.
But when Melinda had some time to kill, such as on lonely weeknights when Harold was out fucking some bimbo, she liked to take her time when masturbating.
She liked to explore her body, caress every erogenous zone she could find.
Melinda had always thought that the concept of 'erogenous zone" was a falsehood.
She knew that there were parts of her body that were more sensitive than others.
There were parts of her body that seemed to be linked directly to her cunt.
But when she was really aroused her whole body became an erogenous zone.
Her skin was the erogenous zone, and she liked to touch herself all over.
She liked to explore all of her own nooks and crannies.
She liked to experiment with her own ability to give herself pleasure.
Her own capability for physical enjoyment was a never ending source of amazement for the black-haired nineteen year old.
Melinda drew back the shower curtain enough to reach in to the faucets.
She turned on the bath water and adjusted the temperature until it was just short of scalding.
Immediately steam came pouring out from behind the plastic curtain.
The mirror above the sink in front of the medicine cabinet, as well as the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, immediately began to fog over from the steam.
She then turned the knob between the hot and cold water handles to turn on the shower.
She stepped into the needles of hot spray and pulled the shower curtain closed behind her.
She made sure that the shower curtain was inside the tub so she wouldn't get any water on the bathroom floor.
She soaked her hair and felt the spray falling onto her big tits.
Her knees still felt weak so the second she was wet all over she got on her back on the bottom of the tub.
She opened her thighs so that her knees were pressed against the white porcelain on the sides of the tub.
She raised her knees up in the air a little bit and placed her feet on the end of the tub below the faucets.
She leaned back so that the back of her head was resting on the sloping end of the bathtub.
The water was beating down over her belly and tits, and Melinda decided she was going to see how long she could keep herself at the very edge of orgasm before allowing herself the sexual release of a wrenching come.
Melinda ran the tips of her fingernails down the flat plain of her belly.
It was the middle of the summer and Melinda was quite tanned.
She wore a tiny black string bikini when she sunbathed.
Her skin was lighter on her tits and around her ass and cunt.
By the end of the summer her skin would be near-black from the sun.
She ran the fingernail on her right forefinger around her navel.
She then dipped that nail into her belly button, since she had an innie, and it felt a lot better than she thought it was going to.
She closed her eyes and concentrated solely on the pleasure she was giving herself.
She touched her abdomen gently and heard herself make a sound that was half grunt and half cough.
Her clit was so swollen at that point that it felt as if it would pop right out of her pussy slit.
She ran her fingers down her abdomen until she got to the top of her pubic patch.
She scratched herself there for a moment, and then tugged on individual hairs, moaning each time she did this.
She twirled a lock of her pubic hair gently around her forefinger.
She couldn't help but giggle because this reminded her of gathering black spaghetti on a fork.
She wanted to dip her fingers into her honey pot right then and there.
But she fought back the urge, and instead placed her fingernails on the insides of her thighs, way up near her knees.
She raked her nails gently down her smooth slim thighs until she almost touched the outer lips of her cunt.
But she stopped short and repeated this process several times.
She could feel the sexual tingling spreading to her buttocks.
Melinda was aching between the cheeks of her ass, and that ache seemed to be centered around her ass-hole.
Melinda had never experienced anal intercourse. She wanted to very much.
She had never had anything shoved up her butt, but she just knew that it would feel spectacular.
She had built up her courage and asked Harold to fuck her ass once.
But the man had slapped her across the face and had scolded her.
Her told her that only whores did things like that. It was dirty and disgusting, and he didn't ever want her to mention it again.
Melinda had felt ashamed. She bet that he would fuck one of his little girlfriends up the ass if she wanted him to.
But she was his wife. His little wifey. She had to be pure and chaste.
After all, she was going to be the mother of HIS children.
How could she please him sexually if he wasn't willing to let her experiment with her sexuality?
Melinda opened her eyes for a moment and saw that her cute chubby little toes were curled tightly under.
That was a sure fire symptom of sexual arousal.
Melinda wondered if every woman's toes did that when she was horny, or if that was a symptom unique to her.
Melinda slid down into the tub and placed the balls of her feet flat on the tiled wall in front of her.
She shifted her weight so that she was resting on the small of her back.
Her ass cheeks were exposed and available to her fingers.
She ran her fingernails lightly down the backs of her thighs and onto her sensitive buttocks.
Melinda didn't have a single callus on her buttocks. Her ass cheeks were just as soft and smooth as they were when she was a baby.
She scratched her fingernails across her ass cheeks and then gripped those globes of creamy flesh with her fingertips.
She kneaded the flesh there, and heard herself moaning louder.
She wanted to save her orgasm for a long time, but the tension she felt inside her cunt and in her clit was getting so intense it was almost unbearable.
Melinda parted her tender ass cheeks gently with her fingertips.
She separated her buttocks until the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
She could feel her ass-hole opening and closing a little as her sphincter went into spasms of anticipation.
Melinda thought she should get herself two dildos. One for her cunt and one for her ass.
She would want the one for her cunt to be long and thick, but the one for her ass would be shorter and tapered at the tip.
She wished that such devices of masturbation were not necessary, but her chances of getting laid a lot in the future were rapidly decreasing.
Melinda used the fingernail at the tip of her forefinger to gingerly explore the crack of her ass.
She heard herself gasp as she found her ass-hole with her finger.
She wished sometimes that her fingernails were not so long.
She wanted to plunge her fingers deep up her ass and satisfy the ache she felt up inside her bowels.
There was no doubt about it. If she couldn't get real cock, she would have to get some fake ones for moments such as this.
She turned her finger so she could get the fleshy part of her fingertip on her ass-hole.
She ran that finger in a small circle, caressing her sphincter muscle.
God, how she yearned to have that muscle pierced by a pole of stiff manhood.
She shuddered and the muscles in her thighs became very tense.
She could feel a fresh gush of cunt juices flow from her pussy.
The tension in her quim was too much to bear at that point.
She would have to let the ache in her ass go for the moment.
She had to give herself an orgasm. Her patience had run out.
She lowered her feet back down to the tub and parted her thighs with her knees in the air.
Her breasts heaved up and down as she panted like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become.
It was time to get down to the meat and potatoes!
CHAPTER TWO
Melinda Manning lived in the tiny little village of Scottsville.
It was little more than a crossroads in Upstate New York.
It rested at the junction of the Genesee River and Oatka Creek.
Scottsville was ten miles south of Rochester where everyone in town went to work.
The town was surrounded by farm land, and had a rural air about it.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white with green trim.
All of the streets were lined with maple trees so that in the summer the streets looked like green tunnels.
Very few people ever moved to Scottsville, because very few people moved away to make room.
Houses were passed on from generation to generation rather than bought or sold.
It had been years since anyone had had to change a name on the mail box.
Everybody knew everybody by name, and it was near impossible to keep a secret.
Melinda remembered wanting to have sex very badly when she was in high school.
But she had always resisted the urge because her community was the sort of place where a girl could ruin her reputation with a single indiscretion. v
The boys she went to high school with were known as blabbermouths, and many a classmate had gotten a reputation for having "round heels' just by going all the way with a boy once on the lovers' lane down by the thruway.
So Melinda had stayed a virgin. In retrospect she figured it was a mistake.
If she had been sexually experienced, she suspected, she wouldn't have felt the need to get married so young.
She didn't even put out for Harold, and they had dated for close to two years.
She wondered if she had started getting laid younger she would be able to keep Harold at home more frequently.
But this was all water under the bridge, Melinda thought and there was no point in crying over spilt milk.
Melinda touched the outer lips of her cunt at the very base.
She shivered violently and she could feel her whole body becoming covered with goose flesh.
She could feel how swollen and wet her cunt flesh was.
She ran her fingertip in a slow circle, all around the outermost portions of her pussy. Her groans became deeper and louder.
Soon her groans of sexual tension seemed to be coming from the pit of her stomach.
The flesh was slippery, and her finger glided along easily.
She parted her outer cunt lips as far as she could with two fingers on her left hand and used the four finger on her right to explore the hypersensitive folds of flesh within.
She let out a sharp scream as she ran her fingertip lightly up and down the edges of her inner cunt lips.
Her inner lips protruded furthest from her cunt. When she was sexually aroused her inner labia hung down far enough to be visible, even when she was standing up.
Those lips were curled back at the edges so that she looked like a flower about to open in the springtime.
Melinda worked her finger between those lips and she could feel that she was a flash flood zone down there.
Every muscle in her body became taut with expectation as she began to penetrate her pussy with her finger, being very careful not to scratch herself with her long dark red fingernails.
Though Melinda did not know it, she had a truly amazing cunt.
Her cunt muscles were so well toned that she could squeeze down on her finger.
But the flesh down there was so elastic she could take Harold's long thick cock comfortably.
By contracting her inner cunt muscles she could suck her finger right up inside herself.
She turned her hand so that the palm was pointing upward, and screamed with pleasure as she pressed toward the top of her cunt and found the dimpled little entrance to her cervix.
She wiggled her finger around, stretching the swollen flesh in every possible way.
Melinda added a second finger, and her arousal became so intense that her back teeth clenched together.
Her eyes closed as tightly as they possibly could.
Her eyes were closed so tight that little lines ran from the corners of them to her temples.
Her face turned as red as a beet from the exertion of her masturbation.
She worked her fingers in and out of her cunt very slowly, but gradually picked up the pace as she went along.
As her cunt opened and lubed up, her fear of scratching herself with her fingernails diminished and she soon was thrusting into herself hard and fast.
With her other hand she ran her fingers through her tiny pubic patch to the top of her cooze.
She drew back the fleshy sheath above her clit so that her entire love button was exposed and available for her expert caressing.
Melinda knew that there was a lot more to her clit than just the little ball of hard flesh which quivered at the top of her slit.
This was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
The external portion of her clitoris was only a minor portion of the whole thing.
The organ actually sunk deep inside her abdomen, and included a complicated set of connected nerve-endings which were at least as big as a man's cock.
As she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her wet cunt hole, she lightly touched her clit with the tip of her left forefinger.
She found it impossible to keep her hips still at this point.
She was gyrating her hips in a slow circle, and soon her whole wet body was writhing in the bottom of the bathtub.
When she touched her clit her hips bucked up wildly.
She let out a sharp scream. Since she was alone in the house she didn't have to worry about how much noise she made.
Melinda was, what is commonly known as, a screamer.
She found it impossible to be quiet and still when she was on the verge of pure molten ecstasy.
She felt as if there were a sack in her abdomen slowly filling up with warm water.
The sack was full and stretching, and when it broke she would have an explosive climax.
She dabbed at her clitoris again and again, never maintaining contact long enough to make herself come.
Sweat beads formed in a row across her forehead, which was creased from tension.
Those sweat beads ran down over her closed eyelids.
Her face was contorted from pleasure to the point where she no longer looked like herself.
Melinda normally looked sweet and innocent, naive and trusting.
At that moment she looked like a wanton beast, hungry for mancock.
Melinda knew that she could no longer deny herself the inevitable volcanic eruption. She put her finger ever so lightly on her clit once again.
And this time she left it there, feeling the spasms already inside her cunt.
As her pussy muscles contracted with impending climax, she could feel her cunt squeezing and pulling at her penetrating fingers.
She began to roll her clit as if it were a marble in oil.
Then the explosions really started, and she flicked her finger across her swollen clit as hard and fast as she could.
Into the world of bliss she traveled with amazing speed.
Her back teeth came unclenched and her jaw dropped.
Her mouth fell gaping open and she sucked air into her lungs noisily.
She let out a scream that made her sound as if she were in horrible pain.
She sounded as if she were auditioning for a part in a cheap horror movie.
It was blood-curdling scream that echoed against the tiled walls of the small upstairs bathroom.
The waves of joy started in her clit and filled her whole cunt.
She jammed three fingers into her cunt and left them there.
Ripples of pleasure soared up her spine into her reeling brain.
She could feel the bliss from her orgasm filling her entire body.
Even her scalp and her toes tingled from the effects of her come.
Time was slowed by the intensity of Melinda's orgasm.
Even though it only lasted a few seconds, it seemed as if it would go on forever.
Melinda continued to flick her finger across her clit until her orgasm was over.
There were a couple of post come spasms that made her whole body jerk.
Then all of the muscles in her body relaxed at the same time.
She emptied her lungs of air with a gush that made her cheeks puff out for a moment.
She sighed and felt the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the hot contentment of her afterglow.
She lay perfectly still for a long time to catch her breath.
She listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal.
Then she finally managed to stand up and she washed her hair and body.
She paid special attention to her private parts, spending a long time soaping up her tits, her puss and her ass.
She rinsed and stepped out of the tub. Pulling a fluffy white bath towel from the rack, she patted herself dry and brushed her hair.
She slipped her baby blue bathrobe back on and made her way down to the living room to watch a little TV.
There was nothing to do except wait for Harold to get home.
She knew that he would have a sly little grin on his face when he got home.
He would say little and would go straight to bed, explaining that he had already eaten, and no, he wasn't in the mood to fool around.
Melinda watched TV for a couple of hours, generally bored by the low quality of the programming, then went upstairs to bed.
She had to get to sleep early because she started work at the supermarket at nine the next morning.
She fell asleep before Harold came home, and he was up and in the shower by the time she woke up in the morning.
There was no doubt about it. Melinda had to take some action quick.
She had to find a way to save her marriage before it crumbled in front of her eyes.
She had to find out why Harold needed to screw other women.
She couldn't figure out what he was getting from these floozies that she wouldn't be more than willing to give him all he needed of.
Melinda worked the morning shift at the supermarket in a daze.
Her mind was preoccupied and time moved like a turtle.
At noon she went to the diner across the street to have lunch with her friend Sally.
"What's the matter, Mindy?" Sally asked, taking a big bite of her club sandwich.
Sally was a cute little blonde who had a steady boyfriend but cheated on him.
She was a year older than Melinda, and Melinda thought of her as being very worldly.
"What do you mean?" Melinda asked, moving a piece of hard-boiled egg around on her salad plate with her fork.
"You haven't cracked a smile all day and now you're not eating. I think something is eating you," Sally said.
"I guess I can tell you Sally, but I don't want this going around."
"Mums the word, old buddy. Spill it. I promise my lips will be sealed."
"I think Harold is fooling around with other women. He says he works late three nights a week, but he doesn't get paid any overtime."
"Uh huh. A lot of men cheat on their wives. Sometimes it's because they're just rotten people, and sometimes it's just a phase they're going through."
"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't mind so much, except he never wants to have sex with me anymore. By the time he gets home he says he's too tired."
"Maybe he's found a little something that you can't give him."
"But what could it be. I know I'm naive, but I'm open for suggestion. I'd be willing to do anything to please him. After all, he's my husband."
"Maybe he doesn't know that. You were always a good girl. Maybe he-likes things that he can't imagine you doing."
"But how do I tell him. I ask him to be kinky with me but he just yells and calls me dirty names.'
"Look, Mindy, I can't help you, but I think I know who can," Sally said, a light bulb going on over her head.
"Who?" Melinda asked, her big brown eyes going wide.
"Let me see. There was an ad in this magazine for something that looked like it might be right up your alley."
Sally rummaged in her bag.
The blonde pulled out a women's magazine and paged through it quickly, humming a happy tune to herself as she did so.
It was one of those magazines that were designed to raise every woman's consciousness.
What it usually ended up doing was depressing women by giving them ideals so high they were afraid to even try to achieve them.
But it offered a good deal of escapism for the housewife, even if articles like "Have A Different Man For Each Night Of The Week" were a little out of most of its readers' scope.
"Here it is!" Sally said. She placed her fingernail near an ad at the bottom of a page near the back of the magazine. "Read this!"
Melinda looked at the ad and turned the corner of her mouth into an inward half-smile of amusement.
The ad said:
"HAVING TROUBLE SATISFYING YOUR MAN? Dr. MacIntyre Symms, renowned sexologist has developed a new surrogate therapy method guaranteed to make any woman a better lover. Frigid? Nervous? Husband cheating? This course is for you. Call 555-6969 for an appointment or come visit us. We have an office near you. We're in the book. Look under SYMMS CLINIC."
"I don't know, Sally," Melinda said with a little laugh. "This doesn't sound like my style. I don't understand how any doctor can teach me to please Harold."
"The doctor just supervises the program. You'll be assigned a hunky guy to do all of the teaching."
"Is that what surrogate means. They give me some guy to experiment with."
"It's all on the up and up, and I've heard that it doesn't cost an arm and a leg."
"Isn't it sort of like renting a male prostitute, Sally?"
"Put it down if you want, Mindy. It seems to me that you need help, and this looks just like the sort of thing that might make you feel better about yourself," Sally said, nibbling at the crust of her rye toast.
"Well, I'll think about it," Melinda said thoughtfully.
"Tear out the page and put it in your purse," Sally suggested.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Melinda said, tilting her head a little to one side.
"Fine. I already read the article about masturbating with fruits and vegetables from the crisper."
Melinda tore the page with the ad from the magazine out, folded it up into a tiny square and put it deep into her purse as if she were ashamed of it.
Melinda had a naughty little smile on her face.
"Atta girl," Sally said, and popped a piece of crust between her lips.
It wasn't until a week later, when things with Harold had not approved that Melinda pulled the ad out of the purse and looked up the number in the phone book.
Part of her wished that the clinic didn't have a Rochester office, but there it was, accompanied by a drawing of a man and a woman embracing.
With trembling fingers she dialed the number and made an appointment.
It was her day off and she set up the appointment for that very afternoon.
Melinda could feel a million butterflies flapping around in her belly as she got behind the wheel of her green Pinto Hatchback, and headed north up Scottsville Road to the clinic on the west side of Rochester.
She was relieved when she saw the building. It was a" new office building and looked very much like the place where she went to her dentist.
She kept telling herself that she was just going to see a doctor, and that there was nothing dirty about what she was doing.
Still, she couldn't help but think about what was going to happen to her.
If she agreed to go through with the program she would have to fuck some strange guy.
The thought both thrilled and frightened Melinda, but she had come this far and she wasn't going to back out.
She was very nervous as she entered the office and told the receptionist who she was.
She had saved some money from her job at the supermarket, and she had checked what the fees were for the therapy ahead of time to make sure she could afford it.
She didn't understand how they could maintain their business charging such cheap rates.
She took a seat in one of the easy chairs and read a brochure called, "Why some women can't come.'
In ten minutes a tall handsome man in a white coat appeared in the waiting room.
"Mrs. Manning?"
"Yes.'
"Come with me. My name is Dr. Shakey.
Bernard Shakey. I will be supervising your case."
Melinda smiled and she didn't feel as nervous as before.
Dr. Shakey had a kind face, and he was very good looking.
He stood well over six feet tall and his shoulders were very broad.
He had a heavily muscled chest, and his waist and hips were slim.
His thighs were muscled also, and Melinda realized that his thighs were bigger around than her waist.
His hair was dark brown, and there was some gray at the temple, which Melinda thought made him look very distinguished.
His eyes were deep and brown, and his jaw was broad and firm.
If she had to fuck a stranger, she was glad it was going to be Bernard Shakey.
She told herself to calm down. That she was jumping to conclusions.
The doctor led her to a little room at the end of the hall.
There was a desk, an easy chair, and an examination table.
Dr. Shakey locked the door behind them and looked up and down Melinda's shapely body.
His eyes had a look of lust in them. He was leering at her in a manner that Melinda did not find very professional.
' You are a beautiful woman, Mrs. Manning. I can't believe you have any problems with sex," he said, in a deep, most charming voice.
"It's my husband. He doesn't want to have sex with me anymore. I know that he's having an affair. Or maybe affairs."
"I see. He is a foolish man. But he will have sex with you whenever you desire by the time we are through. You must trust me completely, and I will teach you how to be a great lover. You will learn to serve your man, tend to his every need. And he will love you for it. Now please remove all of your clothes and stretch out on the table."
Melinda was used to taking her clothes off in front of doctors, so this didn't seem strange to her.
She could see that there were four posts at the corners of the examination table.
She wondered for a moment what they were for, but then started to remove her clothes.
Dr. Shakey gestured toward a closet where she could hang her things up.
She heard the doctor gasp as she bared her big breasts, and again she didn't think this proper for a doctor/patient relationship.
But she told herself that this was not going to be like any other medical experience she had ever had, so she would have to learn to accept things.
She supposed the man had been trained to react that way.
He was just getting Melinda to feel better about herself, she thought.
When she was naked she climbed up on the examination table and tried to relax.
Dr. Shakey placed his big hand on her breast and gave it a little squeeze.
Melinda could feel her nipple get erect and press into the center of his palm.
"You have beautiful breasts, Mrs. Manning. Really superb," Dr Shakey said.
Melinda could tell that the man was breathing hard, and that sound made her pussy start to lubricate itself.
She could feel her cunt flesh swelling and her clit protruding.
The ache in her abdomen returned, and her heartbeat quickened.
"Please open your legs, Mrs. Manning. I have to examine your vagina," Dr. Shakey said.
He was doing little to hide his passion at that point and he licked his lips slowly as she parted her thighs.
He ran his fingers lightly up the insides of her thighs and caressed her outer cunt lips.
He pried her inner cunt lips open and slipped a finger inside.
Melinda instinctively contracted her cunt muscles and squeezed his finger.
She let out a small gasp of pleasure as he began to wiggle his finger around.
"Does that feel good, Mrs. Manning?" Dr. Shakey asked.
"Yes, Doctor. I've never had any trouble orgasming."
"Uh huh. Uh huh," he said. Melinda had hoped that he would finger her to orgasm right then and there.
But instead he pulled his finger out and walked over to the sink in the corner of the tiny room and washed his hands with soap and hot water.
"You appear to be healthy in every way. Your vagina responds and is plenty tight enough to satisfy any penis.'
"I'm glad to hear that, Dr. Shakey. I think my problems are all from the neck up. I think it's my attitude, not my body that's the problem. Harold still thinks of me as the virgin he married. I get the impression that sometimes he's afraid to touch me for fear of breaking me.'
"I see, Mrs. Manning. Now just relax, and let me prepare something over here. The therapy session will be continue in a second."
The doctor's back was to Melinda and she couldn't see what he was doing.
She heard him rattling around with some bottles, and when he turned around he was holding a white towel in his right hand.
"Now just relax, Mrs. Manning," he said. "This isn't going to hurt one bit."
Melinda's eyes went wide as he brought that towel closer to her face.
Before she could react he had thrust the towel over her nose and mouth.
Melinda could tell that he had put some sort of chemical on the towel.
It smelled awful and she tried to hold her breath for as long as possible.
But soon she had to inhale, and when she did she felt herself get very dizzy.
She inhaled again, on the verge of panic, and everything went black.
She had no idea how long she was unconscious.
When she woke up she had to blink a couple of times before she could focus her big brown eyes.
She realized that she was still in the examination room, still naked, but something was different.
Her wrists were tied above her head to the two posts.
Her ankles were bound also to the posts at the foot of the examination table.
She was tied spread eagle and there was no way for her to get away.
She looked to one side and saw that the man had removed his clothes.
Dr. Shakey's cock was stiff and stood at attention in front of his hips.
"HELP! HELP! OH GOD! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" Melinda shouted at the top of her lungs.
Bernard Shakey just threw back his head and laughed at the girl.
"Go ahead and scream," he said nonchalantly. "I assure you that this little room is quite soundproof!"
CHAPTER THREE
A row of sweat beads formed across Melinda's beautiful face.
Her forehead was creased from tension, and her face was flushed as she struggled against the ropes that held her in place.
'What are you going to do to me?" she screamed out.
Anxiety made her voice sound higher than normal.
The muscles in her throat were as tense as they could be.
"You are going to be trained. You will learn to love the abuse and humiliation of being fucked while you are tied so tightly you can hardly move," Bernard Shakey said in a voice that crackled with evil.
"You are crazy! You're a madman! Let me go!" Melinda screamed. She tossed her head from side to side, sending her dark hair flying into her face.
She had to blow cool air through puckered lips to get a couple of strands of hair out of her mouth.
"Am I? We shall see. I have a sneaking suspicion that you will change your tune before you leave this room."
"Never. I'll never change my mind. I think you are insane and I hate you. I HATE YOU!" she screamed.
But Bernard Shakey just threw back his head and laughed so hard that his whole body shook from the vibrations.
' The first thing I must do is shave off all of your pussy hair," he said, rubbing his huge palms together with delight. "You are nothing but a sex slave now. It is common knowledge that sex slaves do not have pubic hair. I hope you will excuse me while I prepare a basin of hot water and hone the blade to my razor."
"You'll never get away with this. I'll tell the cops. They are going to throw you in jail and throw away the key!" Melinda screamed.
"I don't think you will Mrs. Manning. No, I don't think you are going to want to tell anyone what goes on here this afternoon," Bernard Shakey said.
He walked over to the sink and once again washed his hands thoroughly.
Melinda's mind raced rapidly as she lay there tied down.
A thousand different thoughts went through her head at once.
After a while she stopped struggling against the ropes.
She realized that she wasn't strong enough to break her bonds, no matter how hard she struggled.
And she knew that the more she struggled, the quicker she would completely exhaust her already weary body.
Something told Melinda that she was going to need all of the energy she could muster.
She had little idea what was going to happen to her, but something told her she should have a reserve of energy on hand.
The ropes were around her wrists so tightly that the circulation of blood was completely cut off to her hands.
By the time Bernard Shakey began to prepare a basin full of hot water, she could no longer feel anything in her fingers.
The ropes were biting into her sensitive wrist flesh, and Melinda could tell she was going to have angry red rings around her wrists long after those ropes were removed.
The same was true of her ankles, forced far apart at the foot of the examination table.
She wondered what Bernard had meant when he said she wouldn't want to tell anyone what happened to her in this room.
She wondered how he was going to manage to keep her mouth shut, even though she wanted to run to the cops at that moment.
She figured she was going to be subjected to some sort of intense brain-washing program, that would strip her of her will.
She knew that Bernard Shakey's methods must work. If they didn't some other poor victim would have told the cops about this place already.
She knew that this wasn't really a sex clinic at all.
It was just a front for a house of sexual sadism.
She shuddered at the thought. It never occurred to her that the methods Bernard would use would be very simple.
The technique he used to keep his women silent was an old one: BLACKMAIL!
Bernard picked up a straight razor, much like the ones that barbers use.
He ran it up and down a thick strap to make sure it was as sharp as possible.
He then heated up some shaving cream and put a big glob of it on his left palm.
He walked to the foot of the examination table and looked at Melinda.
His eyes started on her face, admired her tits, and quickly moved to the swollen lips of her cunt.
He could see that shaving Melinda Manning was going to be no problem.
The toughest part about shaving a pussy was getting around the vulva and in between the cheeks of the ass.
But Melinda was bald there anyway. All he had to worry about shaving was the inverted triangle of ebony tresses above her slit.
No sweat, he figured and rubbed the hot cream all over that hot patch.
The cream felt so good on Melinda's mound that she couldn't help but moan a little as he applied it gingerly.
She could tell that she was getting sexually aroused once again.
Instead of intimidating her into an iceberg, the humiliation of the bondage was actually getting her hornier than she would have been naturally.
"You must keep perfectly still my dear," Bernard Shakey said, resting his thick tongue in the corner of his mouth, between his closed lips.
Melinda tried to relax as much as she could, but she could feel some of her muscles twitching against her will because of the terror she was feeling.
"I wouldn't want to cut you down here between your beautiful thighs. I understand that it hurts so much when you get a nick down there. If you stay very still I promise I will do my best not to draw any blood."
Bernard's cock was still as hard as a rock between his legs.
It stood straight out from his hips and bobbed up and down with anticipation.
Melinda moaned a little inwardly when she thought how good it was going to feel when he slipped that cock into her hot cunt.
Bernard Shakey, to Melinda's pleasant surprise, was hung like a horse, and looked like he would know how to use that meat.
He was fucking huge, she thought, unable to hide her arousal even to herself.
The man had a prick that was at least ten inches long.
And it was thick, so thick that Melinda doubted her fingers would be able to get all the way around it if she tried to take it in her fist.
The thickest part of his cock was the big bulbous glans.
The head of his cock looked more like a doorknob than a glans.
It was a very deep purple color from being engorged with blood.
It looked like it would explode if any more blood tried to pump into it.
The skin across the head was stretched as tight as a drum skin.
That skin was shiny and thin and looked very smooth to the bound woman.
She could see the little piss hole in the middle of that head.
The hole was opening and closing with sexy little spasms.
Melinda couldn't help but think of a goldfish's mouth when she looked at that hole.
The stalk of his cock was very hard also, although not quite as purple.
Melinda could see dilated veins running along that thick stem.
It made his member look angry, in need of tight cunt.
Above his cock was a thick patch of curly pubic hair.
At the top of that patch, a straight line of hair ran to Bernard's navel. His chest and his shoulders had a thick rug of fur on them.
Below his throbbing cock shaft hung the sack that held his balls.
His balls, also, looked to be incredibly huge to the woman.
She figured each of his testicles were the size of a small tangerine.
His wrinkled scrotum hung low and appeared to be filled to the brim with hot sticky man come.
She could see that there were curly hairs growing right out of that sack. , The man's thighs were heavily muscled, and she could see those muscles ripple as he moved.
Melinda decided that if she had to be raped, she was damn glad that Bernard Shakey was the one who was going to do it.
She thought about how deep inside her he could get that purple cock head.
She thought about how far open her cunt lips would have to stretch for him to get that glans inside her.
She knew that he would be able to fill her up completely with that prick of his, and she could feel herself freshly lubricating herself.
Cunt juice, sweet and thick' as honey, formed in a little pool at the base of her swollen pussy lips.
Soon that pool overflowed and Melinda could feel her hump juice' rolling thickly between the cheeks of her ass.
She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the examination table between her forced open thighs.
Melinda could feel her clitoris getting bigger by the second.
Her love button was slowly becoming engorged with red blood.
As her clit grew, it quivered and became stiff and erect.
It poked its tiny head out from under its foreskin.
She could feel the insides of her thighs tingling a little bit.
That tingle slowly spread until it filled her abdomen, and the crack of her sweet, round ass.
Her ass-hole tingled a lot, and she felt as if she wanted that big cock up her ass-hole just as much as she wanted it in her cunt.
Melinda did not want the naked man know that she was getting so horny at the thought of being raped by him.
She figured it was a matter of pride to pretend she was going to hate every second of the impending violation.
But acting had never been Melinda Manning's forte.
She knew that sooner or later Bernard
Shakey was going to figure out that she was into it. She was going to love it.
Melinda didn't even care if he hurt her a little bit when he fucked her with that huge log of his.
She had known for a long time that she liked a little pain with the pleasure of sexual activity.
Still, tears welled up in her big brown eyes, turning them into shiny pools.
Soon those tears overflowed and ran slowly onto her high cheekbones.
Her smooth cheeks were stained by the tracks of her tears.
Those tears ran into the corners of her mouth, then inside.
They tasted salty and bitter, like sea water, as they found their way onto her thick tongue.
Bernard was very sensuous and gentle as he smeared the soapy cream all over the inverted triangle of pubic hair above Melinda's tiny cunt slit.
He could feel her flesh quiver under his caress, and he could tell by how wet her cunt had become that she was very aroused.
He could see that her little man in the boat was erect.
"You are going to love the feeling of having no pubic hair," he said.
"I will not,', she screamed. "I'm going to hate it just as much as I hate you."
"I think not. You will find that the skin on your mound is very sensitive. Without the padding of hair to protect it you will find that being stroked there will be very pleasurable indeed,' Bernard said slowly.
Melinda knew, deep inside, that the man was telling the truth.
She could feel the skin there tingling already, just at the thought of being touched by the cool air for the first time in years.
Bernard began to shave the hair very slowly, concentrating his attention solely on his task.
Melinda could tell he had been sincere when he said he didn't want to cut her.
He was being very careful, and the whole process didn't take very long.
In a matter of seconds she was as bald between her legs as she was on the day she was born.
It was a close shave, and she was pink on her lovely mound, without a trace of the stubble that one might have expected.
Melinda could tell that Bernard Shakey had shaved a few pussies in his day, and had his technique down.
She knew that if he was as good at fucking as he was at shaving, he was going to make her come many times.
Bernard lovingly wiped off the excess soap and hair bits with a big fluffy, white, warm towel.
He threw the towel over onto the shelf next to the wall.
He then allowed his fingertips to run slowly over the new shaved slit, admiring how smoothly he had shaved her.
Melinda found that the skin was more sensitive there, than even she could have anticipated.
She shuddered and couldn't help but let out a gurgling moan from the back of her throat when he touched her there.
"You like the way it feels when I touch you there?" Bernard Shakey said in a voice that was so low it was almost a whisper.
"No," she lied. "I hate it when you touch me. I hate everything about you, you scummy bastard, you."
But her words were not as forceful as they once were.
"I assure you Mrs. Manning, I will not hurt you any more than is necessary. I will only hurt you in the ways that are intrinsic to the training program for which you volunteered. I do not get any kicks out of giving pure pain, but when the pain comes as part of the sex act, that is a whole new ballgame. I imagine that you separate the two in your mind also. I think by the time we are through here we will have quite an understanding. Yes, Mrs. Manning. I think we will understand each other perfectly."
Once again he laughed and Melinda closed her eyes until they were no more than slits.
She knew that she couldn't pretend to hate his touch for much longer.
Her pussy was on fire with desire, and she would have to earn an academy award if she convinced him that she really didn't want him to touch her there.
Bernard replaced the razor and the basin of water by the sink and wiped off his hands slowly with the towel.
He rubbed his palms hard against the towel and seemed to derive pleasure from this as he closed his eyes and moaned when he did it.
Melinda could feel her nipples getting hard and erect.
Even when she was lying on her back her breasts appeared very large.
They were flattened somewhat by the force of gravity, but still stuck up quite a ways as she lay there.
She looked like she had twin mountains resting high on her chest.
Her hard nipples protruded and looked like matching mountain peaks.
"Yes, yes, yes. You do have lovely tits," Bernard said, walking slowly over to the side of the table. "I want to see how big I can get your nipples to grow now, using my fingers, my lips, my tongue, and yes, my teeth!"
He placed his large hands over her twin globes of flesh, and gave them each a gentle squeeze.
He could feel both breasts heaving and quivering like jelly whenever she gasped for air. He loved the way they felt.
They were firm yet supple at the same time, and they were hot.
He squeezed her tits so hard that his fingers sunk into the flesh.
Melinda looked down and could see the man's knuckles turning white.
The pain mixed with the pleasure to become a single sensation.
He squeezed her tit rhythmically, imitating the rate of her own rapid, pounding heartbeat.
He could feel her erect nipples pressing into the centers of his palms.
When he opened his fingers as wide as he could he could just barely hold her entire breasts at the same time.
He moved her tits in a slow circle, rubbing them together then pulling them apart.
He pulled his palms off of her two tits and rolled his fingertips across the hard balls of crimson flesh at their tips.
Melinda closed her eyes, and made gentle whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
She had forgotten about trying to act. She could not pretend any longer that she didn't love the way it felt when he touched her there.
He was only the second man ever to touch her nipples, and she thought that he had a very sensuous touch indeed.
But she could never quite get rid of her fear of the unknown.
Sure it felt good now, but she couldn't totally relax.
She had no idea what else the man might have in store for her.
Bernard flicked his fingertips rapidly across her hard nipples.
He then got those nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
He squeezed them very hard, and felt them get harder under his touch.
"Does that hurt Mrs. Manning?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, I can feel the pain running up and down my spine."
"But it feels good at the same time, doesn't it, Mrs. Manning?"
"No, it feels horrible. I don't like it at all," she said weakly.
"You are lying. Why do you moan and writhe with the pain if you hate it so much?"
Melinda said nothing. She could tell that he was wise to her.
"Yes, it feels good," she said. "But I don't like being tied this way. I expected to get laid when I came here but knocking me out and tying me up is totally out of line."
"Ah, but that is all part of the training, Mrs. Manning. By the time you are done here you will love being tied up just as much as you love the pain. Your husband will love you more for this Mrs. Manning. He will like the idea of tying you up on your bed at home and pumping you good, knowing that you cannot move your arms nor your legs."
"No, he won't. Harold isn't like that. He would never like something like that!"
"I don't think you know men as well as you think you do, Mrs. Manning. All men have a rape fantasy. They get turned on by the thought of tying them up and sticking it to them. I'm sure your Harold is no exception. But we will discuss him more in the future," Bernard said.
Melinda fell silent. She knew that she didn't know very much about men.
She suspected that the naked man's words were true.
Melinda had always found men to be very mysterious creatures.
She never did truly understand why they did the things they did.
She would have been lying, even to herself, if she had said that she considered herself an expert on male mentality.
She figured that Bernard Shakey knew what he was talking about.
Maybe, she thought, Harold will like to fuck me more if I become his complete sex slave.
Melinda had never given much credence to women's liberation.
She always thought that a woman's place was to serve her man.
Being tied up to fuck seemed like just another way of serving Harold.
If she could learn to be completely subservient when it came to sex, perhaps her visit to this clinic would not be the waist she thought it was going to be when she realized the man was going to rape her.
If she learned to love the humiliation, to love the very act of being dominated so completely, she may return home with just the new knowledge she had been seeking when she left home that very afternoon.
Bernard Shakey continued to tug at Melinda's nipples very hard.
He pulled them out from the tips of her breasts as far as he could.
He pulled them until the skin surrounding each nipple was as tight as it could go, and threatening to tear.
It hurt so much that Melinda couldn't help but let out little grunts from the pain.
But even as the pain increased, so did the yearning she felt down between her spread open thighs.
A fresh flow of pussy juices poured from between her swollen inner cunt lips and she could tell that the sticky wet spot she was making between her thighs on the examination table was getting steadily larger.
Each time Bernard pulled her nipples far out, he allowed them to snap back into place.
And each time he allowed them to snap back into place they got a little longer and harder than they were the time before.
Soon Melinda's nipples had grown larger than she had ever seen them before.
For a moment the beautiful bound woman thought the naked man had stretched her nipples permanently.
But, in actuality, she had just reached a point of sexual arousal that had been previously unknown to her.
Bernard let go of her nipples and lowered his head.
He placed one palm lightly on her shoulder and the other on the soft plain of her abdomen, between her dimpled belly button and her bald mound.
"I can see that you spend a lot of time out in the sun, Mrs. Manning," Bernard said just before he began to shower her right tit with tiny wet peck kisses.
"Yes I do," Melinda said, but the words caught in her throat from the passion and lust she was experiencing.
"And I can also tell that you wear a very tiny bathing suit " the man said in between affectionate kisses.
"Uh huh," Melinda said. She closed her eyes from the pleasure and pressed the back of her head hard against the padded table.
"You must enjoy the way men look at you when you wear such a skimpy bathing suit. Men must admire your body a great deal when you wear your string bikini," Bernard said, he too now breathless with passion.
He could feel his testicles aching as if he had never gotten laid before.
His semen swam inside his scrotum, as if in a hurry to emerge.
"I sunbathe in my backyard,' Melinda said, "it makes me feel uncomfortable to have men looking at me with desire."
"This is an insecurity that you will soon be rid of. Along with training you to serve your man in every possible way, we must teach you here to love your body. Your body is the part of you that attracts men the most, and you must learn to use your body to please the men of the world. It is silly to feel embarrassed about your own beauty, don't you think so Mrs. Manning.'
"Please, call me Mindy," Melinda said, her eyes closing tighter as Bernard's loving kisses got closer to her nipples.
'Okay, Mindy. We like to be formal here, but if you want me to call you that I will be happy to. I request however, that you call me Dr. Shakey."
Bernard began to kiss at both of Melinda's hard nipples.
He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and used the very tip to trace a slow line around her right nipple.
He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across that nipple, smiling inwardly when Melinda moaned with pleasure.
She was panting like a wild animal and her moans of joy were coming more frequently as she got hornier.
Bernard flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across each nipple.
Then he wrapped his lips around the right nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth.
He sucked and flicked his tongue at the same time.
Then he got his teeth on the right nipple and nipped at it sending delicious ripples of pain up and down Melinda's spine.
By the time he was done biting and tugging at her nipples, she couldn't believe how hot they were. Her nipples really did feel as if they . were on fire with passion.
He then kissed his way slowly down her belly, exploring her navel with his hot, curious tongue.
"Now I want to find out what your cunt tastes like," he said, and Melinda gasped at the thought.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'll bet your cunt tastes wonderful," Bernard Shakey said, and his cock throbbed so hard it snapped up and slapped him in the belly.
His prick was so long that the tip slapped him well above the belly button when it went into its horny little dance.
He lifted his head and walked until he was standing at the foot of the examination table.
He placed his hands on her shins and leaned forward a little.
"You have a tight cunt, Mindy. Yes, very tight indeed. I can tell just by looking at it that you are going to hug my cock very snugly when I fuck you," he said.
He leaned forward more and began to kiss at the smooth flesh on the insides of Melinda Manning's thighs.
He sucked and bit a little at the same time.
He worked his mouth slowly and steadily up her leg, getting ever closer to her pulsating quim as he did so.
Melinda couldn't believe how horny she was getting.
She was starting to think that there really was something in what Dr. Shakey had said earlier.
Maybe being tied up and treated like a slave was just what she wanted all along.
She began to look at Bernard Shakey with true affection in her misty big brown eyes.
She knew that he was opening up a part of her that had never been opened before.
He was taking a whole facet of her personality and releasing it from its prison.
She could feel herself becoming a truly sexual animal at that point.
She was hotter than she could ever remember being with her husband.
Bernard worked his way up her thighs slowly, pausing to suck and bite at the flesh as he went.
When he got to the very edge of her hairless outer cunt lips he drew back a little with his handsome head.
He placed his nose very close to her cunt and breathed in deeply, filling his sinuses with the scent of her womanhood.
He felt a little dizzy from the odor he smelled.
He could feel himself becoming slightly intoxicated by her pussy scent.
"I love the way your cunt smells Mindy," he said in a harsh whisper. "It is so sweet, so pungent, so musky. You are a real woman. I never want you to forget that Mindy. You are an exceptional woman!"
Mindy could feel herself blushing with pride at those words. Just a few moments earlier she would have been disgusted by those words.
But her attitude toward the naked man with the big cock had changed rapidly.
She no longer saw him as an evil man who was going to brutally rape her.
She saw him as a blessing in disguise. Someone to help her.
He was going to allow the sexual animal within her to run free for the very first time in her life.
Her sexual appetite was a caged animal. A hungry animal.
And that animal was going to be loosed and fed at the same time.
With those thoughts running through the beautiful woman's head, Bernard stuck out his tongue as far as he could.
He placed the tip of his tongue at the base of her outer cunt lips.
Melinda couldn't help but tighten the muscles in her legs in reaction to that intimate contact.
Even though it took a great deal of energy, she arched her back and lifted her ass cheeks off of the padded examination table a couple of inches.
She was arched like a bow, but she couldn't maintain that position for long.
She plopped back down and shuddered as Bernard began to wiggle the tip of his tongue against her swollen cunt flesh.
He drew back his tongue for a moment just long enough to speak.
"Your cunt tastes wonderful too, Mindy,'. he said in a deep throaty voice. "Any man would be a fool not to want to eat your cunt all day and all night. You are so hot and so responsive! I know that you will come many many times during our session here together. Yes, you will be free of the anxieties that have haunted you ever since you first began to feel desire for men. No longer will you have any fears of your own exceptional sexuality. You are all woman. And I am all man. That should be all we need to know to continue."
Melinda could feel her cunt throb violently when he said that to her.
It was the nicest thing a man had ever said to her.
She hoped that Bernard wasn't just a bullshitter. She thought she heard a note of sincerity in his voice.
She found that she believed him when he spoke to her.
Or maybe she just wanted to believe him so badly she tried to forget about her doubts concerning the man's honesty and integrity.
Certainly a man who would knock a woman cold and tie her up without permission was not above throwing out a few false compliments.
But Melinda did not want to think in this way at all. She wanted to believe him. She wanted the moment to be magic.
Bernard moved the tip of his tongue up the outer lips of Melinda's cunt, wiggling it as he went along.
Melinda was now letting out deep moans each time she exhaled, which was frequently because of the way she was panting and trying to suck air into her lungs.
Melinda's sensuous lips were parted and curled over her teeth.
Those lips moved gracefully, as if she were speaking words of love but no sound was coming out.
She had stopped crying and the stains from her tears remained although they had dried.
Her eyes were still red and swollen from the tears she had spilled, but they were starting to dance as she found herself slowly being brought to her first orgasm of the strange day.
Bernard licked only at Melinda's outer lips for a long time.
He licked that flesh until it was wet and shiny from a combination of her cunt juices and his own spittle.
He licked those pink, fat, swollen outer cunt lips until all of the flavor was gone.
He then placed his fingertips on those lips and pulled them apart as far as they would go.
Then he could see all of the intricate red folds of flesh between those cunt lips, and he sighed with pleasure.
He stretched her cunt lips open until the flesh was taut, and there was some pain between her thighs.
But Melinda expected a little pain and she hardly dreaded it.
She was looking forward to the pain as much as she was looking forward to the pleasure.
She had always liked being treated rough by men.
She liked it when her husband spanked her saying she was "naughty."
She liked it when he beat her hips until they bruised when he fucked her doggie style.
She even liked to get slapped across the face by Harold when they were both caught in the throes of passion.
What Bernard was doing was taking her love for submission, and thrusting it out into the open.
She now knew that she had wanted to be a sex slave all along.
No longer were her urges toward subservience clouded by a rationale and euphemisms.
Bernard flicked the tip of his tongue between her inner and outer cunt lips, where the flavor of the flesh was very rich.
He acted hungry, and he began to make slurping noises with his tongue as he lapped happily at her cunt.
Melinda could feel the muscles in her thighs become tense again and she was grunting furiously as he licked up and down the space between her two sets of cunt lips.
She could feel her hard clitoris vibrating at the top of her pussy.
She knew that he wouldn't have to lick that clit for very long before she would have one of the most incredible orgasms of her life.
Harold had never found eating cunt to be one of his favorite things.
It wasn't that he was bothered by the odor or the taste.
It was just that he was always in too much of a hurry to get his pole inside the hole.
He never seemed to be patient enough to give Melinda's cunt the tongue attention that she always wanted.
But Bernard did. he loved hearing her moans of joy. He licked her cunt slowly and gently with the tip of his tongue.
He wanted to explore each nook and crannie of her pussy flesh before he licked her clit until she came.
"Oh, God, Dr. Shakey!" Melinda called out her face getting even redder as she screamed.
The man made a couple of happy sounds that let Melinda know that he was enjoying lapping her cunt just as much as she was.
He loved the way her pussy juices were getting all over his lips and chin as he delicately made his way between her two sets of cunt lips toward the top.
When he got to the spot alongside the clitoris, he touched the gland that secreted her natural lubrication.
He could feel a fresh flow of cunt juice pour thickly from the base of her cunt.
He repeated this flicking motion on the other side of her pussy and then moved to the edges of her inner lips.
Her inner cunt lips were very swollen and protruding far out of the wet, open slash.
They curled back at the edges so it was easy for "Bernard to get his tongue a little between them as he moved up and down.
Even though he came very close to touching her erect clit when he got to the top of her inner cunt lips, he was careful to not actually make contact.
He didn't want to touch her clit until the very last thing.
He knew that that hard bead of quivering flesh was the center of her womanly pleasure.
Nothing else would matter to her once he touched her there.
Bernard removed his fingers from her outer labia, and they stayed parted almost as far as they had been when he was pulling them back.
He placed two long fingers inside her inner cunt lips and separated them, forcing those swollen lips to open.
He looked inside, seeing the mouth of her cunt hole, wet, pink and swollen.
He could see a pool of cunt juice in there, ready to make the ride smooth and comfortable when he stuck his cock in there.
He thrust his face hard against her cunt and drove his tongue deep up her hole.
He got his tongue as far into her cunt as he could.
'Oh my God, Dr Shakey. That feels so good!" Melinda screamed, and the intensity of the pleasure made her toss her head back and forth.
Her tongue shot out of her mouth occasionally and moistened her full pointing lips.
"I can't stand it! Oh God, oh GOD!" she screamed, and once again her long hair fell across her face.
She had to pucker her lips and blow air out through them to get the hair off of her beautiful kisser.
He began to wiggle his tongue around inside her cunt lips, drinking and savoring the juices that came into his mouth.
He was not swallowing and he drooled into her cunt, making it wetter and slipperier than it would have been naturally.
He then began to move his whole head back and forth, working his tongue in and out of her convulsing cunt hole.
The pressure Melinda felt in her lower abdomen was so intense that she thought her insides were going to blow apart at any second.
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't take a deep breath.
Her inhales were short and sharp, and her exhales were accented by moans of pleasure and tense gurgling noises.
"Deeper, Dr. Shakey. DEEPER!" Melinda screamed at the top of her lungs. She was glad at that point that the little room in the back of the clinic had been built so that it was soundproof.
She wondered what the other ladies would think if they could hear her screams of pleasure coming from inside.
She figured her screams would scare some women away, and others would be encouraged and look forward to their therapy session.
It was at that point that Melinda asked herself if she was an exception.
She wondered if every woman who came to the clinic was bound and raped.
She wondered if there were other men like Dr. Shakey doing the same thing to women in other rooms along the hall.
She wondered if the clinic only did this to exceptional women who seemed to have great potential when it came to being a sex slave.
She hoped that this was the case. Melinda felt a great need at that moment to feel special.
"Please Doctor, get your tongue inside me deeper. DEEPER!" she screamed.
Bernard was concentrating on keeping the tip of his tongue pointy.
He tensed the muscles in his tongue so that it was as stiff as possible.
But he knew that he would never be able to get his tongue inside her cunt deep enough to satisfy the beautiful woman.
He knew that that was a job for his stiff long cock.
Melinda would not be satisfied until her cunt was filled up completely.
And Bernard knew that her cunt would be more filled than it ever had been before when he got his prick all the way inside it.
He pulled his tongue out, and his jaw ached a little as he relaxed his face.
He had not realized how hard his jaw had been working when he was caught up in giving the woman pleasure.
But once he stopped working his tongue in and out of her fuck hole he could feel how much he had been exerting himself.
He placed two fingers inside her inner cunt lips once again.
But instead of spreading her cunt lips apart as he did last time, he eased those fingers up inside her honey pot.
He didn't stop pushing his fingers into her hole until he was in all the way to the third knuckle.
He wiggled his fingers around so he would caress different spots on the inside of her fuck tunnel.
Melinda's body was slick with sweat and she was making quite a fuss as she felt his two fingers violating her.
She knew that his fingers were nothing compared to the sensations she would get when his cock did the same thing.
Her chest heaved up and down, and she still occasionally arched her back so she could lift her sweet buttocks up in the air.
She did this to encourage him to penetrate her as deep as possible.
Bernard began to slide those two fingers in and out of her cunt slowly.
Bernard could tell that Melinda was on the edge of orgasm
He pulled his fingers out and placed his hands firmly on the insides of her thighs.
It was time for the man to give the woman the orgasm she needed so badly.
He held her supple thighs firmly, to prevent her from slapping him in his face during her moments of divine ecstasy.
Once again he stuck his tongue out as far as he could.
He licked at the length of her pussy with the flat part of his tongue a couple of times, stopping just short of touching her love button.
Melinda was well aware of the fact that there was only one spot left in her pussy that had not yet been touched by his tongue.
She found it strange and wonderful, that the part of her pussy that had not been touched was the part that she was most conscious of at that moment.
Then Bernard touched the very tip of his tongue to her clit for the briefest moment.
He pulled his tongue away and smiled at the woman, looking at her red face between her heaving breasts.
'Can you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm, Mindy?"
"YES! YES! YES! OH, PLEASE LET ME COME!" she screamed.
He chuckled a little to himself and dabbed at her clit with the tip of his tongue once again.
He touched her clit again and again, and the paused between the caresses got shorter each time.
Every muscle in Melinda's body was tense and she felt as if gallons of come juice were going to pour from her pussy at the moment of her orgasm.
Her sexual tension had built up to such incredible extremes that she thought she might pass out from pure pleasure at the moment it was released.
Then Bernard placed his tongue on her clit and left it there.
He held his tongue perfectly still moving his head the same time she moved her hips so the clit would be touched but not moved by his tongue.
Then he began to work her love button in a slow circle, rolling it tenderly.
Melinda let out a deep groan that made her sound as if she had just been stabbed in the lower back by a sharp kitchen knife.
Bernard could tell that her orgasm had reached the point of inevitability.
He did not stop the movement of his tongue as the explosions started inside Melinda's spasming pussy.
"COME! COME! COME! COME!" Melinda screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her whole body was soon filled with the ecstasy exploding inside her spasming loins.
As Bernard sensed her orgasm erupting like a volcano he began to flick the tip of his tongue hard and fast across her clit, bringing her pleasure to a pitch that the woman had never known before.
During all of the times that Melinda had pondered her body's capability for giving her physical pleasure, she had never suspected that a climax could be as intense as the one she was having at that moment.
The pleasure spread up to her head, and, although she saw little sparks in front of her eyes, Melinda could tell that she was going to stay conscious.
This made her glad because she didn't want to miss a single moment of the diving pleasure that filled her perfect torso.
She could think of nothing other than the ripples of pleasure that soared up and down her arched spine.
Time was slowed to a snail's pace by the intensity of those explosions.
Her mouth fell gaping open and she screamed as if she were being tortured by a masked sadist.
She sounded as if she were being whipped savagely while bound to a wooden rack in some dingy den of torture.
She even thought at that moment, as the intensity of her pleasure made it near impossible for her to have a rational thought that being whipped savagely was not such a bad idea.
She figured that with agony, her true ecstasy would become even more intense.
As the sexual rules she had learned since puberty were quickly shattered, she began to think that there were no limits to her ability to feel.
She wanted her nerves all over her body to be stimulated, and she didn't care if that stimulation came in the form of pleasure of pain.
Bernard wrapped his lips around Melinda's clit and the surrounding flesh, and sucked it all deep into his mouth.
He sucked her clit and flicked his tongue across it at the same time.
The pleasure was so fine, so extraordinary, that Melinda was convinced that her orgasm lasted several minutes.
The whole thing only lasted ten seconds, and then the convulsions within her began to sharply diminish.
She could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of a relaxed afterglow.
Bernard sucked on the woman's clit until he was sure that the orgasm was completely over and done with.
Melinda loudly emptied her lungs with air. Her cheeks puffed out and her lips blustered as she did this.
All of the muscles in her body relaxed at the same time.
She was still very out of breath, and her heart still pounded.
She lowered her hips back to the table for the first time in what seemed like ages.
Bernard pulled his face out of her cunt and stood straight up at the foot of the table.
Melinda looked into the man's eyes, and she could feel deep emotion getting in the way of her absolute pleasure.
Bernard could see that the woman was gazing at him with an expression of complete adoration on her pretty face.
Her eyes were no longer as red and swollen as they were before.
They twinkled and danced, showing how happy the small woman was.
He smiled too and moved to the side of the table.
"I want you to lick the cunt juices from my lips and chin," Bernard said in a deep calm voice.
His cock was still as hard as ever, and it was doing a little dance as it stood erect between his thighs.
He placed his right hand on her breast and leaned over.
"I love the taste of my own cunt juice,'. Melinda said. "I always suck off my fingers after I masturbate," she said.
He lowered her head and she offered her thick tongue.
She hungrily lapped at his lips and his chin, savoring the flavor of her own blossoming womanhood.
As might be expected this turned into a soulful kiss.
Bernard placed his lips gently on Melinda's and help them still for a moment.
Then he pressed firmly so that the woman could feel her lips pressed against her top teeth.
Their lips were closed at first as they pressed them together, two hot sponges merging, but then their lips parted and they touched the tips of their tongue together.
In a matter of seconds they were hungrily rolling their tongues together.
They performed an internal ballet with those tongues.
They drank deeply of each other's saliva. They quaffed deeply of each other's sweet mouth juice.
Bernard got his tongue under Melinda's tongue so that he could flick at her hot salivary gland.
Her mouth became filled with spit as that gland was stimulated.
She drooled over her full bottom lip onto her chin, but Bernard quickly sucked that excess saliva away.
When the kiss ended they were both breathless from passion.
Melinda could feel her warm afterglow become interrupted by a fresh lust.
The ache in her inner cunt grew in leaps and bounds.
She felt as if she were going to die if he didn't fuck her long and hard right then and there.
Bernard had the same idea. He had every intention of mounting the spread woman in the very near future.
But first he kissed her neck, sucking and biting at the flesh very hard, so that her skin became bright red.
He even left a few teeth marks behind, but Melinda loved every second of it.
He placed his mouth very close to her ear, and breathed very hard.
As he exhaled into her sensitive ear she could feel herself shiver and become covered with goose flesh.
He stuck his tongue in her ear and explored with it.
He nibbled at her ear lobe and gently kissed her eye lids.
He then pulled his head away from hers and began to climb up on the table.
He placed his full weight down on top of her making it difficult for her to breathe at first.
He could feel that her nipples were still hard and erect.
Those nipples pressed against his chest, he flattened her breasts with his weight.
They were both breathing very hard, and Melinda had hardly been given a chance to recover from her first blissful orgasm before she knew new levels of pleasure were about to be received.
"What do you want me to do now, Mindy?" Bernard asked, his mouth still very close to her shell-like ear.
"I want you to fuck me, Dr. Shakey," Melinda said, her voice shaky and high-pitched.
"And how do you want me to fuck you, Mindy?' he asked.
"Deep, hard and fast. Fuck me as if there were no tomorrow!" she said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melinda could feel Bernard's cock pressing between their abdomens.
She was especially sensitive on the spot where she had been shaved.
She had never really been touched on her mound before.
There had always been a pad of hair there to prevent the sensations from being at their purest.
But now she could really feel the skin above her pussy slit, and she loved the way the shaft of his cock felt as it touched her there.
She could tell that his cock was going to satisfy her completely.
Although she couldn't see it, it felt even larger than it had looked.
Bernard kissed the woman on the mouth hungrily and she sucked his tongue.
He then lifted up his hip a little so that the tip of his cock was touching her shaved slit.
He placed his left hand flat on the table underneath her forced open arm pit.
He lifted his weight up off her body with this hand, pushing up until his elbow was locked in the straight position.
As he lifted his torso up off her she could look between her tits and see his cock throbbing as he moved his hips to get it into fucking position.
He reached back with his other hand and took his cock in his fist.
He wrapped his long fingers all the way around his own thick shaft.
He gave his cock a couple of quick squeezes just to make sure it was as hard as he wanted it to be.
He sighed, satisfied by this test. He used his hand to guide the head of his cock so that it was pressing against the tiny woman's inner cunt lips.
He then pulled his hand away and placed his palm flat under Melinda's other arm pit.
He looked like he was about to do a series of push-ups.
And, Melinda thought, in a matter of speaking he was.
She could feel the purple head of his cock touching her hyper-sensitive cunt.
She no longer worried about the fact that she could feel nothing in her hands and feet.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"More than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life!"
"Good. I know that your cunt will be tight. I know that you will give me just as much pleasure as I intend on giving to you."
Melinda couldn't help but think that was a very sweet thing for the man to say.
The benefits of being tied down were so much greater than the humiliations.
She was glad that the man had knocked her out and bound her stringently.
She wouldn't have wanted her first extra-marital fuck to happen in any other way.
Bernard Shakey slowly began to push downward with his hips.
His ass muscles were tight and he held his ass cheeks firmly together.
At that moment one wouldn't have been able to pry open his hard buttocks with a crow bar.
Melinda could feel the tip of his relentless prick pressing down on her cunt flesh.
For a moment she thought he was simply too big to get inside her.
She thought that it was going to be like trying to get a square peg in a round hole.
But she knew that nature had a way of taking care of these things.
She had forgotten that, when aroused, her pussy flesh became amazingly elastic.
She felt her inner cunt lips start to part, and she knew that the penetration they both wanted so desperately was not only possible, but it was soon to be achieved.
In a matter of seconds her inner cunt lips had stretched grossly open and the bulbous glans at the end of Bernard's cock was inside.
"FUCK ME!" Melinda screamed. She knew that the handsome man was not going to stop pressing downward with his hips until he had gotten his cock all the way inside her.
Harold's cock was no acorn, but even he did not have the length and girth of Bernard's savage looking pole of manhood.
She knew that she was about to be penetrated deeper than she had ever been penetrated before.
She was going to be touched in places she had never been touched.
The head of Bernard's cock would stroke her in places the tiny woman did not even know existed.
And he was so thick that the top of his shaft was going to rub directly against her clit as he fucked her.
His cock was so big that her cunt walls had to stretch taut to accept him.
He was hurting her with his prick, but she hardly cared.
She loved the pain. The twinges combined with the throbs and had her near orgasm.
She knew that she was going to have a deep vaginal orgasm the second he got his prick all the way into her.
Even though her cunt was very wet and slippery from lubrication, the penetration was not coming easily.
Her pussy was being asked to hold more than it had ever been asked to hold, and no matter how hard Bernard pushed downward with his slim yet powerful hips, his cock only entered her a fraction of an inch at a time.
But this was okay with Melinda. She wanted the moment to last forever.
She didn't care if it took a million years for his cock to get all the way.
For a moment Melinda wished that her hands were free.
She wanted to run her palms over the rippling muscles in Bernard's broad back.
She wanted to scratch between his shoulder blades with her long dark red fingernails.
She wished that her ankles were not fastened to the poles at the foot of the table.
If they had been free she would have raised up her knees on either side of Bernard.
She would have lifted her feet up in the air, the toes curled under.
She would have straightened her legs out and then wrapped them around the small of the back.
She would have crossed her ankles above his kidneys so they could have been more like one loving entity.
But the urge to do this faded as a little more of his throbbing, awesomely huge shaft made its way toward the mouth of her womb.
She was glad that she was tied down the way she was.
She had been correct when she said earlier that her sexual problems were all from the neck up.
There was nothing wrong with the way she fucked, and there wasn't much wrong with the way her husband fucked her.
Her problems were all in her attitude toward sex.
She had not learned to be a complete sex slave, but she was learning now.
She was learning how to serve her man. To be totally subservient to him.
Harold would love tying her up and fucking her. But then Melinda had a thought that temporarily affected her concentration on the pleasure she was feeling.
If Harold didn't want to fuck her in the ass because he thought of her as the mother of his children to be, then how was she ever going to get him to tie her down.
She would have to ask Dr. Shakey about that when the session was through, if she remembered.
He was the expert on male mentality. He would know how to save her marriage.
If he knew how to create a perfect sex slave, a total slave woman, then he surely would know how to make a sex master out of Harold.
Melinda closed her eyes, and she figured that her pussy was holding just about as much cock as it possibly could.
But when she opened her eyes and looked between her heaving breasts she could see that there was a lot of cock left to enter.
But the muscles inside her pussy were being forced to relax and give in as they were stretched taut by cockmeat.
As the rest of Bernard's cock slipped into
Melinda's tight cunt, she could feel herself opening for him, accepting him into her innermost cunt.
She was indeed being stroked in places she had never been stroked before.
She could feel the top of his cock shaft not only rubbing against her quivering clit, but also against the dimpled mouth of her cervix.
This deep vaginal stimulation immediately triggered off an intense orgasm, making the little woman scream for joy right into Bernard's ear.
His cock was all the way in and their bodies were once again pressed together.
Once again Melinda's breasts were pressed flat and her nipples were touching Bernard's chest through the thick hair that grew there.
She could feel his pubic patch touching the spot where her own pubic patch had once grown.
Her grossly stretched cunt lips were wrapped tightly around the very base of his cock.
She could feel his balls touching her ass cheeks as the spasms from her come continued violently.
This orgasm was not like the one she had had when the doctor had eaten her cunt so expertly.
That come had been centered in her clitoris, and had been slow and flowing, filling her whole torso.
This climax came from deep inside her convulsing cunt.
It was shorter and sharper, and the best thing about it was Melinda could tell it was just the first of many to follow.
"I'm coming, Dr. Shakey. Oh God, it feels INCREDIBLE!" she screamed.
Her voice was so high-pitched as she screamed that she sounded like a girl much younger than she really was.
She sounded like a cheerleader, maybe fourteen, as she squeaked out her words of ultimate passion.
Melinda thought that Bernard was going to start his fucking motion right away.
But instead he kept his cock all the way inside her.
He ground down with his hips, gyrating, pressing his pubic bone hard against hers.
He did this for a long time, then finally began to withdraw his prick.
He lifted his hips slowly until once again just the head of his cock was between her inner cunt lips.
He paused again, and Melinda made little grunting sounds.
She was too horny to speak, but she was begging him to plunge into her with the frustrated little noises she was making.
Melinda could feel her cunt lips being stretched outward by this movement.
She let out a deep sharp groan as Bernard eased his cock back into her.
Her cunt had relaxed and loosened a bit and he could move around inside her with far greater ease.
He plunged his entire ten inches of cock meat into her cunt with a single thrust of his slim hips.
Melinda made a sound like all of the air had been knocked from her lungs.
With that Bernard began to fuck Melinda with a slow steady motion.
He used the entire length of his cock with each thrust.
He would draw his cock out of her cunt very, very slowly.
Then he would stab the whole thing back in very hard.
Melinda began to snap off orgasms at short intervals.
Every couple of times he thrust into her fresh explosions would fill her cunt with molten fire and pleasure.
Bernard could feel her finely toned cunt muscle gently tugging at the shaft of his prick each time he pulled out of her.
He could tell that the woman had an exceptional pussy.
He couldn't believe that any man would want to seek out other women while this cupcake was at home masturbating. He hoped that he could fuck her for a long time and give her all of the pleasure that she deserved.
But already he could feel the come swirling around in the huge wrinkled sack that held his aching balls.
He could feel the little tickle at the base of his cock that told him he would have to concentrate on delaying his orgasm.
He really felt as if her super talented cunt hole was trying to suck the come right out of his body.
He could tell that Melinda was going to suck his balls dry with that hot honey pot between her open thighs.
He steadily picked up the pace of the fuck as he went along, and Melinda continued to climax at an amazing pace.
She had had more than one orgasm while fucking Harold on occasion.
But she had never received pleasure anywhere near like the pleasure she was receiving at that moment.
At first she thought that it was just the size of Bernard's prick that had made her so orgasmic.
But then she realized that the size of the man's prick had little to do with it.
Sure it was nice to have her cunt filled to the brim with cock meat, but that wasn't what was getting her off so spectacularly.
It was Melinda's newfound attitude of subservience that made her so perfectly in tune with her own sexuality.
She was tuned in with Bernard's mastery over her and she thought that she would never stop coming.
Any cock would have made her come frequently if she had been tied down and forced to submit to its owner's will.
Her cunt was so wet that they were making a funny little sloshing noise as they fucked.
Melinda was thrusting her hips up the two inches that her bondage allowed each time Bernard thrust down with his.
This was so each penetration could be as deep as was possible.
His cock was pulling her cunt lips out and pushing them back in as he humped her faster and faster.
Melinda was coming so frequently that it became increasingly difficult to tell when one orgasm ended and the next one began.
"HURT ME!" she screamed, not totally conscious of what she was saying.
But Bernard couldn't help but smile when she said this.
He knew that she was a quick learner and the session was a complete success.
He knew that by the time he was done with her she would be a total slave.
She would be willing to do anything to satisfy a man's cock.
She would be willing to submit to any pain, any punishment.
No agony would be too great for the insatiable lust Melinda felt.
No humiliation would be too severe for the woman.
Melinda felt as if she were having one endless orgasm.
The contractions and spasms never stopped within her.
She figured she was going to come until there just wasn't another orgasm left in her.
But that moment never seemed to arrive. Her lust was a bottomless pit of wanton desire. It would never end.
She would continue coming as long as Bernard continued to hammer his lance into her drooling jelly roll.
"ACH! ACH! ACH!" she screamed each time she exhaled.
Bernard could feel the come in his scrotum slowly moving up into the base of his cock.
He tried to concentrate on giving Melinda pleasure so he wouldn't think about his own urge to orgasm.
But such techniques do not work long, especially when the woman getting fucked was so sexy as sweet Melinda Manning.
He knew that all good things have to come to an end, and the same was true of their first ecstatic fuck.
He picked up the pace of his fucking motion until he was working his hips up and down as fast as he could.
He was a strong man and he could hump very hard and fast when his passion drove him the way it did at that moment.
His hips were a blur as they pumped up and down.
He was stabbing his throbbing prick into Melinda's cunt so hard that his pubic bone slapped against hers loudly.
He gave it everything he had as he felt more come work up into the base of his cock preparing to shoot out at the moment of climax.
"This is it, Mindy. I'm gonna come,' he said, spitting out the words in between gasps for air.
Melinda had an especially sharp orgasm at the thought of receiving the man's fuck jelly.
He plunged his cock all the way inside her and left it there.
His eyes were closed as tightly as they could close.
His face was very red and his back teeth were clenched together.
He threw back his head sharply. If his eyes had been open he would have been looking at the ceiling of the tiny room.
He moved his hands to the edge of the table alongside Melinda's chest.
He gripped there so hard that his knuckles once again turned white.
He really did look like his whole body was about to explode.
His back arched as sharply as was humanly possible.
He lifted his upper torso off of Melinda making it easier for her to breath.
His back teeth came unclenched and his mouth fell gaping open.
He let out a scream that reminded Melinda of a werewolf howling at the full moon.
Bernard's whole body shook violently as the come began to spew from the piss hole in the center of his purple glans.
The first gush of come filled Melinda's inner cunt and she had one last orgasm so that they could come together.
Shot after shot of silver seed sprang from Bernard's dancing cock.
Melinda tensed her cunt muscles to squeeze at his shaft.
She wanted to get every drop out of him that she could.
Then the fuck was over and Bernard's arms could no longer support his weight.
As all of his muscles relaxed at the same time he bent at the elbows and all of his weight came down on Melinda.
This made it difficult for the little girl to breathe once again, but she didn't care.
She liked the feeling of closeness that it gave her.
They were both sweaty and their salty perspiration mixed where their torsos touched.
They both had tremendous afterglows and they remained perfectly still for a long time.
They remained silent and listened to each other's breathing slowly returning to normal, along with the rate of their heartbeats.
After a while Bernard sighed and pulled his flaccid cock out of Melinda's still swollen fuck hole.
He rolled off of her then got off of the table.
"Did you like that?" he asked her, tilting his head a little to one side.
'like isn't the word for it. I thought I was never going to stop coming."
"Do you feel like that when you fuck your husband, Mindy?"
"Never. I mean I get off. But nothing like what just happened. I didn't know a person could come that often."
"And why do you think you got off so severely my slave?"
"Because I am your slave. You have tied me down. It made no difference if I wanted to fuck or not. Your will was in command."
"You had no freedom of choice, is that it?" Bernard asked.
He raised a single eyebrow into an arch as he asked the question.
"No, I no longer want freedom of choice. I want only to serve the whims of man."
"You want freedom FROM choice, don't you Mrs. Manning?"
"Yes, I want only to serve. Only to serve cock. I know that man has the superior will and I will receive the most pleasure if I live only to please cock with my cunt."
Bernard nodded and turned up one corner of his mouth into a smile.
"You have learned the first part of your lesson very well, Mrs. Manning," Dr. Shakey said referring to her once again in the formal way. "But your sincerity will be put to the test before your initial session here at the clinic is over."
"How will you put me to the test, Dr. Shakey?' Melinda asked.
Her voice sounded deep and relaxed at that point. A little sleepy.
She could still feel her intense afterglow filling her loins and her thighs.
"Tell me, Mrs. Manning, has your Harold ever fucked you in the ass?"
"No, I've asked him to, but he says that only whores do that."
"I see. How big is your husbands cock. This is all quite confidential of course," Bernard said standing with his legs slightly more than shoulder-width apart. "He's pretty big, I guess. Penis size isn't one of those things that I know a great deal about. The only erect penises I've ever seen are yours and his. He's not as big as you."
"That is nothing to worry your pretty little head over. Few men are. How long would you say he is in inches?"
"Seven, maybe eight inches long. I guess. I never measured him. It didn't seem that important."
"When fucking a cunt it isn't that important. Thickness is more important than length since you are most sensitive at the mouth of your vagina rather than deep inside."
"I've noticed that," Melinda said, thinking it was strange to have such a conversation while tied spread eagle on her back.
"But when it comes to ass fucking it makes a great deal of difference. You wanted him to fuck your ass, correct?'
"Correct. But he told me he thought it was dirty and slapped me."
"I see. Were you aware that it would hurt if he fucked you in the ass-hole."
"Oh yes, but my ass-hole always tingles when I think about getting fucked there. It would seem as if the pain would be worth it. I get an ache up inside my bowels that I know can only be satisfied by a cock."
"There will be a great deal of pain when I fuck you in the ass, you know that don't you, my pretty little slave?"
"Yes, I know," Melinda said meekly. Her ass-hole was tingling like crazy and the ache in her bowels that she had just mentioned was worse than she could ever remember it being before.
"You see your pussy is designed to take a cock. It lubricates itself and it tends to stretch to fit the size of the penis involved. But your ass-hole is designed to push things out rather than to let things in. It stays dry and the stretching of the sphincter can be very painful indeed. Are you sure you want to get fucked in the ass?'
"Oh yes! I need to get fucked in the ass. I don't care how much pain there is. I need to have all of my holes penetrated by cock."
"That's good. I hope you are being sincere, young woman. You are going to get fucked in the ass whether you like it or not, because you are now my slave, and you will soon be slave to your husband, your rightful place in the world. I will use no vaseline when I fuck you in the butt. I will go in dry as a bone. You will bleed and you will feel pain unlike any you have ever known. And you will love it. You will love the agony."
"I know I will Dr. Shakey. I just know I'm going to love getting fucked in my ass. I feel as if I'm going to lose my virginity all over again."
"I want you to relax as I untie you, Mrs. Manning. There is no point in struggling or trying to get away. Any sign I see of resistance will be punished rapidly and severely. I am a lot bigger than you. A struggle would be foolish, don't you agree? And if you have any thoughts of making a run for it I should tell you that the door has been locked. It can only be opened with a key I have hidden. Your best bet is to be calm and do as you are told."
"I won't struggle, Dr. Shakey. I really do want to be a sex slave. I'll do anything to prove that to you."
"Good," Bernard said. He untied the ropes that held her wrists and then massaged her hands sensuously to get the blood flowing back in them.
Melinda sighed as she felt the feeling returning to her fingertips.
Dr. Shakey then walked to the foot of the examination table and untied her ankles.
He massaged her feet and her chubby little toes in the same manner.
"Are you going to tie me up again to fuck me in the ass?" Melinda asked.
"No, that won't be necessary. I believe you are sincere about wanting to be a slave. For now the bondage will not be needed. If I deem it necessary it will be applied swiftly and without warning."
"I see," Melinda said. She found it difficult to look into the man's eyes.
Somehow it seemed more appropriate to keep her head bowed.
Keeping her head bowed seemed to the beautiful girl what a total slave woman was suppose to do.
CHAPTER SIX
Melinda rolled over on her belly and folded her arms under her cheek.
She parted her thighs without even thinking about it and sighed when she felt Bernard's big hands on her back.
He massaged the muscles in the back of her neck and her shoulders.
He ran his fingers gently up and down her spine, stopping at the top of the crack of her ass.
Melinda could feel the tingling in her anus growing rapidly as she moaned.
The massage felt wonderful and she could feel her body relaxing.
She knew that she would have to relax as much as possible if Bernard's cock was ever going to fit in her ass-hole.
Even relaxed there would be a great deal of pain involved.
Bernard pressed on the little bumps in her spine, and she could feel tiny rushes of anxiety flowing out of her torso each time he pressed.
"These are your synapses," Bernard whispered. "They hold tension. When they are pressed they release the tension."
"Yes, I can feel it. You are a good sex master to take the time to do that," Melinda said sweetly.
She sounded like a perfect little lady when she spoke.
From listening to her voice one could imagine her sitting in church wearing white gloves and too much perfume.
Bernard worked his way all the way down to the tip of her spine.
By the time he had pressed all the bumps in her backbone, Melinda felt so relaxed she could have drifted off into a dream world very easily.
But Bernard wasn't about to let her fall asleep at that point.
He ran his hands over her creamy buttocks very gently as he moved so that he was standing at the foot of the examination table.
He then pressed his fingers into the soft, supple ass flesh.
He began to knead at her ass flesh with his long, strong fingers.
He worked the flesh as if he were preparing dough to be baked into loaves.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart a little and looked in the crack.
He could see her ass-hole resting only an inch from the base of her pussy.
He rubbed the ass cheeks together for a moment and then pulled them apart once again as far as he could.
He separated her ass cheeks so far that the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
The skin in there was threatening to tear, and Melinda made small whimpering noises in the back of her throat at the pain this caused her.
Bernard leaned over the table and began to kiss at her ass cheeks.
He stopped at several places and sucked flesh into his mouth.
He bit her ass repeatedly, biting so hard that he left teeth marks behind.
Melinda squealed and squirmed with the combination of pleasure and pain this action caused her.
Bernard separated her buttocks and placed the tip of his tongue at the very top of the crack.
He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth as he moved down closer to her ass-hole.
He could see her anus. It was pink and cute, and he liked the way it looked.
He could see her sphincter contracting and relaxing with tiny spasms.
By the time he got his tongue on her rectum Melinda's ass-hole was on fire and she moaned deeply.
She had never felt a tongue on her ass-hole before and she couldn't believe how good it felt.
Bernard ran his tongue in a circle all around the outside of that pink asterisk.
He then used the flat part of his tongue to lick across the hole, making it open and close more violently.
"I can't stand it. I need it! I need your cock up my ass-hole. I want to feel that big cock of yours all the way up into my bowels," Melinda cried out.
"Then you shall have it, my beautiful slave," he said and climbed up on the table so he was laying on top of Melinda's back.
The thought of taking the beautiful woman up the ass made Bernard's balls ache once again.
One would have never known that it had only been a few minutes since the man had come inside the woman's pussy.
He could feel the blood pumping down his body back into his cock.
His prick was throbbing and it got a little bigger each time it throbbed.
In a matter of seconds his cock was as hard as a rock again.
He was fully engorged with blood, and his glans was just as hard and purple as it was before he had spilled his silver seed moments before.
Melinda could feel his cock growing tall and strong.
It was pinned against his belly and abdomen. It rested in the crack of her ass.
Bernard lifted up Melinda's hair and kissed lightly at the nape of her neck.
His kisses were so gentle that Melinda could feel the tiny hairs that grew there standing up on end.
Bernard lifted up his hips and reached back to part her ass cheeks once again.
He moved his hips so that his cock was at the proper angle for sodomy.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass.
Melinda found that the muscles in her legs were becoming tense even though she didn't want them to.
But it was expectation rather than fear that made her tense. She needed it bad.
He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack a couple of times and then stopped with the tip of his pole right on her anus.
The head of his cock felt humongous, and Melinda was fully aware of how far her sphincter would have to stretch open for his rod to get inside.
The man let go of her ass cheeks and they closed around the shaft of his cock.
He began to press down with his hips and Melinda could feel incredible pressure on her tender ass-hole.
She wanted to open up and let him in but her sphincter seemed to stay the same size.
She began to feel pain and frustration as the pressure on her hole got more intense but she failed to stretch open for him.
She knew that what they were trying to do was difficult.
Nothing had ever been stuck up Melinda's ass-hole before.
But then, just when she was about to give up hope, she could feel her sphincter start to stretch open, and she knew that they were on their way to complete penetration.
Her ass-hole opened until it was grossly large.
It was being asked to open further than it ever had before.
Melinda had never even had a turd in there as big as Bernard's cock.
She knew she hadn't. She would have remembered something like that.
Then there was an incredibly sharp pain in her ass-hole.
She felt something break, and she heard herself scream in agony.
Her ass muscle had torn and given way. The head of Bernard's cock slipped inside.
Melinda could feel something warm and sticking dripping from that hole.
It dripped slowly down into the base of her swollen pussy.
She realized that that was her own blood she was feeling.
The sphincter had torn open. It was now loose, and there was nothing left to stop Bernard from thrusting his cock the rest of the way up her sweet butt.
Melinda could feel her body becoming covered with an icy sweat.
That sweat had a bitter odor to it that seemed to represent her pain.
But just as the agony became horrible, Melinda could feel the yearning deep inside her bowels growing in leaps and bounds.
She realized, to her delight, that the agony really was going to lead to ecstasy.
Those were not just words, theories. They were real.
The worse the pain got, the better the pleasure was going to get.
She could tell that Dr. Shakey was going to make her come by fucking her in the ass-hole.
But it was not going to be a come like the one she had had when he licked her clit.
And it was not going to be a come like the many she had had when he fucked her pussy.
It was going to be an ass come, something that Melinda didn't even know existed.
She could feel the tip of Bernard's prick working deeper inside her bowels, and though there was pain, it was a sweet pain.
She wanted him to pierce her, penetrate her, violate her.
She wanted him to find her very core with the throbbing head of his cock.
She wanted him to find her deepest darkest, smelliest core!
Bernard's face was a picture of determination as he pressed forward hard with his slim yet powerful hips.
Melinda was making the strangest noises, noises that she had never heard herself making before.
They were cries of pain, but they each turned into moans at the end.
Her combination of pleasure and pain was described perfectly by the throaty sounds the little girl was making.
"How does it feel, Mindy? How does it feel to have my cock all the way up your ass-hole?" Bernard said.
His voice sounded funny and far away because of the tenseness of his throat muscles altering his voice box.
Bernard kept pushing until his cock was all the way inside her ass-hole.
Her torn sphincter muscle was wrapped around the very base of his cock.
He could feel his testicles against the base of pussy.
Her nipples were pressed hard against the examination table beneath her.
She could feel his pubic patch pressed against the top of the crack of her ass.
Her bowels felt tremendously filled and stretched, and the orgasm started.
Bernard sensed that the woman beneath him was experiencing internal explosions.
He ground his hips downward, trying to get his cock even deeper inside her.
As Melinda's bowels began to convulse she jerked at Bernard's cock.
Her bowels were hot and tight, and the man loved the way his cock felt in there.
Melinda's screams became those of pure joy as the pleasure made her back arch, pressing upward against Bernard's body.
Since he had had one orgasm already, Bernard new that he would be able to fuck that ass-hole for a very long time before he would have to worry about spilling his own seed inside her ass-hole.
He slowly pulled his cock out until only his thick purple glans remained inside the woman's torn sphincter.
He paused for a moment and moved his hands to the sides of Melinda's big tits.
He slid his fingers very slowly down her sides until he was gripping her in the so flesh below her rib cage.
He dug his fingers into her tender flesh as hard as he could.
His knuckles were white and the muscles in his arms were tense.
This hurt Melinda a great deal, but she loved the new pain.
She loved the idea of being dominated by a man so completely.
Bernard eased his cock all the way back into her ass.
Melinda made a grunting noise as if all of the air had been forced out of her lungs by that penetration.
Bernard glanced up at the corners of the tiny room, up near the ceiling.
He could see the little red lights up there and he smiled.
He knew that all of the machinery was operating properly.
This was another woman for whom he would not have to worry.
Melinda, even if she wanted to, would not run to the cops after she was through with her training session at the clinic.
When she heard about the photographs that were being taken she wouldn't be in a hurry to tell anyone what had happened.
He would have laughed, but he did not want to disturb the woman while she was concentrating on the massive combination of pleasure and pain she was feeling in her ass at that moment.
Bernard began to ease his cock in and out of Melinda's ass with a smooth steady motion.
He could feel her sphincter being pulled out and pushed back in by the motion of his fucking cock.
Bernard could tell that he had broken many blood vessels up inside the woman's tight hot bowels.
There was fresh blood coming from her nether eye as he steadily picked up the pace of the ass fuck as he went along.
Melinda's face was red and sweaty and she was still resting her cheek on her forearm.
Her arms were crossed under her head, looking oddly as if she were trying to take a nap on the examination table.
But the sensations she was feeling in her hips became too intense for her to stay in that position for very long.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it. It's too much. IT'S TOO MUCH!" Melinda called out in a high pitch wail, that altered as it rose into the sound of a blues guitar through a smoke-filled room.
' Do you want me to stop, Mindy? Do you want me to stop fucking your hot ass? Your hot fantastic ass!"
'No, don't stop. Please don't stop. Hurt me more. Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can. Tear my inner bowels apart with your cock!"
"It wouldn't have made any difference my sweet slave," Bernard said, moving his mouth so it was very close to Melinda's shell-like ear. Her head was thrust back and her lips were drawn back in a grimace of pain and exertion.
Melinda's back was arched and Bernard could feel the soft muscles in her back becoming rock hard against his chest as she strained.
He took her cue and sharply picked up the pace of the fuck.
He would draw his cock out of her ass steadily and smoothly, giving Melinda only momentary relief from the intense sensation.
Then he would stab all ten inches of thick cock meat back into her bleeding ass-hole as hard as he could.
He would make an angry grunting noise as he fucked her ass.
His body became a lather of sweat as he thrust so hard he used every muscle in his body to it.
"Take it, bitch!" he said, and his voice had changed. It had lost so much of its formality that Melinda barely recognized it.
He had turned into a beast. There would be no thought of politeness in Bernard's speech.
"Take my sword all the way up your ass! Take it! TAKE IT BITCH!"
Melinda could tell she was going to come again. She could feel her bowels about to convulse into blissful spasms of awesome pleasure.
"Your getting all bloody down there. I'm going to have to clean up the table after you go, worthless bitch. You know what you are? You're just a hole for my pole. You're just a hot piece for me to spill my come into!"
Melinda came so wrenchingly at that moment that she feet herself become very dizzy.
In spite of the fact that her eyes were closed as tightly as she close them, she was seeing flashes of bright color. The euphoria wave that racked her brain was mind-boggling in its potency.
Time was so slowed by the intenseness of her ecstasy that each moment seemed like an eternity to the beautiful woman.
But Bernard did not stop fucking. He felt in complete control of his body.
He was coming around the home stretch and he still had his kick for the wire firmly in his reserve.
He was an oiled animal, slick from his own musky sweat.
He pumped that ass and he split those bowels repeatedly with his humongous horn.
He fucked her so hard that he was struggling for breath near the end.
Yet his hips became a blur with speed and once again Melinda found that she was unable to stop her orgasm.
Her body writhed about beneath him as if she were choking to death and feared her own impending death.
Spit flowed freely from Melinda's lower lips and the sounds of her orgasms were mellower and filled with helplessness.
But then Bernard felt the come beginning to stir within his scrotum.
The old familiar tickle at the base of his cock told him the end was near.
He thrust his cock all the way into her ass, feeling his head touching flesh that was so deep it was sticky and filled with mucous.
He left his cock in and lifted up Melinda's upper body so that her back was arched as sharply as it could go.
He moved his hands to her breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could.
Melinda would notice bruise marks on her tits the next day, but at the time it felt wonderful and she had one last wrenching orgasm so the two of them could share a common moment of bliss.
She wanted them to become one being sharing a single pleasure.
Bernard spewed his hot sticky come into her ass-hole.
His scream of joy made Melinda's inner ear ring loudly.
She screamed her own scream of ecstasy to join his.
They sang a duet, an avant-garde opera, in homage to the union of all of their senses.
They fell onto the table in a heap, heaving to catch long forgotten oxygen in plentiful amounts.
Bernard pulled his semi-erect cock from her ass-hole.
Melinda expected him to return to his former self after his passion was gone.
He had turned into a brutal animal, one without conscience.
He had no concept of right or wrong as he tore her anus open.
Melinda was unable to move. She lay groaning peacefully, occasionally wincing as a throb of pain would fill her bowels.
Her ass-hole was still bleeding, but the flow was slowing.
Her cunt and inner thighs were smeared with her blood.
Bernard swung his legs over the side of the examination table.
He looked down and could see the thick ring of dried blood at the base of his cock.
"Melinda, I want you to get off the table and come over here and kneel before me," Bernard said. He sounded insane. The power of the situation had taken hold of his mind.
Melinda tried to get up but found that her muscles were too weak and she collapsed back in a heap on the table.
"NOW!" Bernard screamed. He reached back and grabbed a handful of her thick hair.
He pulled her right off the table onto the floor where she lay starting to weep.
"Get up on your knees, bitch. I said move that hot ass over here. Before your training session is over you must be violated by the power of my cock in all three of your holes!"
Melinda regained a bit of lucidity and understood what he meant.
She was going to have to suck his big cock, exhausted as she was.
She struggled to get up on her knees. Her eyes looked puffy, wet, and the lids looked heavy as if it were a great deal of trouble to keep them aloft.
Yet her lips were puffy, sensuous, and Bernard knew that she was trying to gather all of her energy because she wanted to suck his cock so badly.
She stumbled forward at the last second and her forehead fell against Bernard's firm stomach.
He quickly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back so she was forced to gaze in his eyes.
"Look, bitch. I want you to lick all of that disgusting blood from my cock right here and now. I want you to lick me clean of the scum from your bowels, do you understand, slave?"
Melinda nodded quickly and her dark eyes were wanton with desire.
"And then you are going to lick my balls and my ass-hole. You are going to get me hard and then you are going to take my whole cock deep into your tight throat!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Kiss my thighs, my delicious little slave," Bernard said, placing his palms gently on top of Melinda's head.
He ran his long, thick, strong fingers through her hair until the fleshy part of his fingertips were pressed against her scalp.
He ran his fingers down to the back of her skull and held her firmly, parting his legs as he did so.
Melinda puckered those full lips and began to kiss the firm flesh on the insides of Bernard's muscular thighs.
Her lips were moistened by her tongue, and the kisses were sweet and damp on his hairy, sensitive skin.
She kissed her way slowly towards his crotch, placing her fingers on his knees lightly as she made her way.
Already she could smell the heavy odor of sex all over Bernard Shakey's formidable cock and balls.
He got up off the table completely and stood with his knees slightly bent, his long legs far apart.
He arched his back and threw back his shoulders, making his broad chest throw out in a most manly way.
He looked down at the top of Melinda's head with an expressionof complete dominance on his handsome rugged face.
Finally Melinda got to the side of Bernard's dangling scrotum and she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
She placed the tip of her tongue on his balls and was thrilled when she heard the man gasp for pleasure.
She began to wiggle the tip of her tongue around and she could feel the muscles in Bernard's thighs get tense from anticipation.
He let out a little moan that made the hairs on the back of Melinda's neck stand up on end.
"That's it baby," Bernard said, in a low tone that was mellower than his previously angry self.
Melinda placed her fingertips on the base of Bernard's scrotum.
She slowly lifted his balls up so that she would be able to get her tongue up and under his testicles.
She could feel how full his scrotum sack felt. Even though he had already had too orgasms his scrotum felt as if it were filled to the rim with hot sticky come.
She bobbed that sack up and down for a moment with her fingertips.
She liked the way his balls felt when they were wiggling around inside the sack, swimming in a sea of come.
She looked as if she were trying to figure out in her mind how much Bernard's humongous testicles weighed.
Melinda lowered her head a little more and turned her face so that she could lick the very base of his balls.
At the same time she wiggled the fingertips that rested on that sack to double the man's pleasure.
For a while Melinda forgot about the pain that was still very much present in her crusty ass-hole.
She concentrated her attention solely on the pleasure she was giving Bernard's balls with her fingers and tongue.
Melinda flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth on the patch of skin between Bernard's balls and his ass-hole.
He moaned more deeply and Melinda could feel his grip getting firmer at the back of her skull.
Her cheek held the sack that held his balls aloft so she moved her fingers on both hands to the cheeks of Bernard's ass.
She worked her fingers slowly and gracefully toward the crack of her ass, seeing how gently she could touch him.
He could feel her nails getting very close to his throbbing ass-hole where they stopped and did not move for a moment. Then Melinda gently parted his buttocks with her fingertips.
She did it very slowly and gingerly, as if she were afraid of being too abrupt and taking a risk of angering her sex master.
She could feel that his ass-hole was covered with hair, but this did not stop her hot, thick, sensuous tongue.
Her tongue was very curious and the tip slowly crawled over the hot skin toward its target in between the cheeks.
She got her tongue right on his ass-hole and began to wiggle it around.
She could feel his sphincter contracting each time : she tongued it with the tip of her hot wet tongue.
She ran the tip of her tongue in a circle all around the ring of muscle that surrounded the man's tight rectum.
"Yes, yes, yes," Bernard said breathlessly. "Lick it. Lick my ass-hole with that hot tongue of yours."
Melinda began to lap at his butt hole hungrily, using the flat part of her tongue.
She didn't care about the little ass hairs that she was getting in her mouth by licking him in this manner.
She found that she loved the flavor of Bernard's ass-hole.
She licked him until all of the flavor was gone from that orifice.
She then pulled her tongue away from his ass-hole and once again flicked her tongue lightly on the patch of skin between his ass and balls.
She licked at the base of his balls, and then licked at the entire full sack with the flat part of her tongue.
There were little hairs growing right out of his scrotum.
She got one of those hairs between a thumb and forefinger.
She held her fingers at an odd angle so her fingernails would not get in the way.
She gave that hair a tiny tug, and Bernard was amazed at her skills at giving him pleasure.
She had a way of making the tiniest sensation very intense just by her timing and her sense of sensuality.
"That's it baby. Now lick my cock. I want you to lick my cock very, very slowly," Bernard said in a deep throaty voice.
He could feel the blood pumping downward in his body at that moment.
His cock was throbbing and growing larger with each throb.
The color of the glans was darkening and becoming more purple.
Melinda placed her fingertips lightly on the base of his cock.
She pushed the shaft upward and felt the flesh becoming firmer even as she moved it.
She pushed that rod upward until it was pressed on his flat stomach.
It was pointing straight up toward his face, and quickly became as hard as a rock.
As the base of his prick swelled, some of the blood that had been crusted there cracked and flaked off.
The tip of his cock rested well above his belly button, and Melinda could tell for sure that she wouldn't have been able to get her tiny fingers all the way around the shaft if she had been asked to give him a hand-job.
Once again Melinda stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
She concentrated on making the tip as sharp as possible.
She placed the tip at the very base of the shaft, where it was connected to the sack that held his balls.
His balls were all wet and shiny from the hot spittle Melinda had spilled on them when she was giving them love and affection.
She looked at the shaft of Bernard's prick and she could see that it was lined with dilated, protruding blue veins.
Those veins ran in crooked patterns the entire length of his cock.
The veins reminded the beautiful woman of a road map.
She decided to use the veins as a roadmap to determine her tongue's route.
She was going to go on a ten-inch journey, with her tongue, all the way to the tip of Bernard's cock.
She knew that the underside of his cock was the most sensitive.
She was very gentle and flicked her tongue back and forth as she moved her whole head upward.
She discovered that Bernard was most sensitive on the fleshy patch just below the head of his cock.
She paid a lot of attention to the spot at the base of the glans where it splits.
She then ran her tongue up over the head and used the very tip of her tongue to fondle the piss hole in the center of that crown.
She allowed his cock to lower just enough so he could roll her tongue thickly over the silky smooth skin that was stretched taut over the head of Bernard Shakey's throbbing pole of manhood.
She licked at his glans until it too was wet and shiny from the saliva that Melinda spilled upon it.
Melinda's saliva gland was working overtime and she had to concentrate on swallowing frequently so she wouldn't drool any more than was necessary.
She then returned to the base of his cock and licked a bit harder.
His whole cock was rich with the taste of blood and the scum and he had picked up from deep inside Melinda's bowels.
She quickly learned that she loved the taste. It was the taste of sex.
She hungrily went about the project of licking his cock meat clean of that caked blood and ass scum.
She worked hardest at the base of his prick where it was caked on the thickest.
She then licked at the underside of his shaft with the flat part of her tongue.
She allowed his cock to stick out straight from his hips at its natural slightly upward angle.
The angle that his cock rested in naturally reminded Melinda of anti-aircraft guns mounted on the side of a war ship.
She then licked the scum from the top of his cock.
His penis was now as clean as a whistle and Bernard smiled.
"That was very good, my slave. Now you must suck me. I want you to suck me until I come once again. And when I come I want you to drink down my semen as if it were a fine imported wine. Do you understand what your master says, my beautiful petite slave?"
Melinda drew her head back and looked at Bernard's erect member.
She looked at the head in particular. She was in awe of it.
She hoped that that purple glans would fit inside her mouth.
She knew that, at best, it was going to be a very tight fit.
She knew that the corners of her mouth were going to be pinned back.
She opened her mouth as far as she could and began to move her face forward.
Her mouth was so far open it looked like she was in the dentist's chair.
She stuck out her tongue a little bit so it would touch his piss hole just before her lips made contact.
She knew that Bernard's cock was a lot thicker than Harold's.
She would have to be careful to keep her lips curled over her teeth.
She didn't want to take the slightest risk of scratching him with her teeth.
Not only did the idea of hurting him offend her, but she knew that the punishment would be severe for something like that.
She managed to get the whole head of his cock inside her mouth.
She had to concentrate on breathing deeply through her nose.
Her nostrils flared as she sucked air in through them.
She sucked hard on the purple throbbing head of Bernard's cock.
She rolled her tongue over the tip gracefully as she sucked.
"That's it baby. Now take it deeper," Bernard said, spitting out the words in between gasps for breath.
His fingers moved to the back of her neck slowly.
He dug his fingers into the tense muscles back there.
He dug his fingers in so deeply that he was hurting the little girl.
Melinda knelt with her knees far apart She was sitting on the backs of her calves, using the muscles in the backs of her legs to keep her buttocks parted.
Her ass-hole had stopped bleeding and it felt better when some air could get at it.
Bernard began to pull at Melinda's head, pushing slowly forward with his hips.
Melinda had sucked Harold's cock many times, but she had usually just sucked on the glans. The only time she ever had her husband's whole cock in her mouth was when he was flaccid.
Melinda could tell that Bernard Shakey was not going to stop pushing forward with his hips until all ten inches of his incredible lance of masculinity was plunged deep into Melinda's sensitive throat.
As Melinda moved her head steadily forward, not entirely under her own will she cupped her right palm under his scrotum.
The beautiful woman opened her fingers as far as she could.
But she found she couldn't hold the entire sack at the same time.
No matter how much she stretched her hand some of that sack spilled over the sides of her tiny fingers.
Melinda could not hide her nervousness and her fear.
She could feel her palms getting all sweaty and clammy.
Beads of cold sweat formed in a straight line across her brow.
A single drop of sweat formed under her armpit and ran slowly down her side.
That bead of sweat tickled a little but Melinda paid it little mind.
The thought of having the huge man stab his cock down her throat terrified the beautiful kneeling woman.
She knew that she would have to gag the second the tip of his cock entered her throat.
It was just too thick for her to take without suffering a great deal of pain.
But she knew that she had to prove herself as a lover to him.
If it was humanly possible for her to get his cock all the way inside her throat she was going to do her best to accomplish that feat.
She knew that there were several things she would have to do if she were going to manage his rod.
She would have to meditate on her own breathing. Smooth and steady and through her flaring nostrils.
She would have to concentrate on relaxing her throat muscles as much as possible.
She knew that gagging was psychological. Through brain control she vowed to stop those spasms from thwarting her yearning for complete penetration.
"Take it. Take it all the way into your throat," Bernard said and his voice was strained from his passion.
Melinda Manning could feel the tip enter her throat.
She had a painful urge to allow her muscles to convulse.
Tears welled up in her already swollen big brown eyes.
Those tears overflowed, and soon dripped onto her high cheekbones.
She felt as if she were being stabbed in the throat with a hot knife.
But Bernard continued to pull on the back of Melinda's head.
He continued to move slowly forward with his taut hips.
The cock continued to sink deeper into the flesh.
Melinda straightened her neck so the violation would come easier.
And she knew her plan had worked.
She was not going to gag. She was going to take the whole cock in her throat.
She knew there would be pain. OH, yes! There would be agony!
She knew it would take all of her concentration, but it would be worth it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Melinda couldn't believe how much it hurt when he jerked the last couple of inches into her gaping open mouth.
She let out a huge puff of air through her flared nostrils and Bernard could feel that hair in the thick pubic patch that grew above his shaft.
Melinda's nose was buried in his pubic hair, which made it even more difficult for the little girl to breathe.
Her throat was on fire with pain and her puffy lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.
She could feel his erect member throbbing inside her.
Melinda's throat went into little spasms that were just short of gagging.
But to Bernard those spasms felt like her tight throat was coming.
He let out a deep moan of pleasure and tightened his grip on the back and sides of Melinda's head.
He was not going to allow her to move her head at all.
He was going to hold her motionless with his firm grip.
"I am now going to give you a savage face fuck!" Bernard screamed.
He drew back his hips until once again only his glans remained inside Melinda's forced open mouth.
He then rammed the whole ten inches back in, and molten fire agony filled Melinda's neck and shoulders.
More tears fell from her eyes with the awful pain.
But Melinda knew deep inside that the pain was worth it.
She was deriving mental pleasure that her nerves couldn't pick up.
She knew that she was truly proving herself as a sexual animal.
She felt her whole body was sexual. She was a complete woman.
She was the total slave woman at that point, and she loved thinking about that.
It made her blush with pride that she had been trained so well so quickly.
The little spasms inside Melinda's throat felt so good on the shaft of Bernard's raging penis that he thought he was going to die.
He realized right away that he wasn't going to be able to fuck her pretty face as long as he had originally thought.
He could tell that she was going to suck the last few drops of come right out of her balls sack.
He worked his cock in and out of her throat smoothly and steadily for only a very short period of time.
His passion was growing in leaps and bounds at that point.
He could feel the come swirling around in his scrotum.
He quickly picked up the pace of the face fuck until it was savage.
He grabbed handfuls of her hair and tugged them very hard.
Melinda thought he was going to tear those hairs out by their tender roots.
But, even though the scalp gave a great deal, he stopped pulling just short of tearing out huge clumps.
"SUCK ME! SUCK ME!" Bernard screamed at the top of his lungs.
Then a magic thing happened within Melinda's body.
She felt the pain in her throat slowly fading away.
It was being replaced by a burning desire, a need to be violated.
She found that she could take his cock in her throat with an amazing minimum of discomfort, and a surprising maximum of pleasure.
He was pumping her face furiously. The fronts of his thighs were striking her face with hard blows.
There was an ugly slapping sound each time he thrust his hips forward.
He hit her nose a couple of times with his humping pubic bone, and this made it even more difficult for the little girl to breathe.
But he could tell he was going to come at any second.
Melinda could tell too. All of his muscles were taut.
His breathing was very rapid and he was starting to make those low grunting noises that would soon grow into a werewolf howl.
"FEEL YOUR FACE GET FUCKED! FEEL YOUR FACE GET FUCKED BY THE POWER OF MY AWESOME MANHOOD!"
Bernard was once again a complete animal. He was a jungle beast, slick and powerful.
He didn't give a shit one way or the other if he hurt her.
He felt nothing other than his own pleasure at that moment.
But he wanted his beautiful slave to taste his come.
He pulled her hair back so that her lips were wrapped around the base of his glans.
His whole body shuddered with the power of his awesome orgasm.
Melinda figured there wouldn't be very much semen for her to swallow.
He had come two times already that afternoon. She figured he had to be close to empty down there between his thighs.
But she had to admit to herself that his balls felt full.
She still had her palm cupped under his dangling scrotum.
She had been giving that sack sharp squeezes throughout the course of the savage face fuck.
Melinda couldn't have been more wrong about there being only a little semen juice.
She really was sucking his balls dry this time, and the first gush of come filled her mouth completely.
She struggled to swallow it all down, puffing her cheeks way out to hold as much come as possible.
But there was just too much and she couldn't swallow it all.
Some of the thick semen dripped over Melinda's pouting lower lip.
It ran thickly onto her chin where it swung back and forth before a drop fell onto the examination room floor between Bernard's feet and Melinda's parted knees.
But she managed to swallow most of that first come shot down.
She quickly realized that she loved the flavor of the doctor's come.
It was hot and reminded her of the ocean when the tide was out.
She had only been to the ocean once, when she was fifteen, but she remembered the smell vividly.
His come was thick, salty, and a little bitter. It was hotter than Melinda had imagined it would be.
The second spurt of come was not as plentiful and Melinda had no trouble drinking it down completely.
The best thing about the wads of hot fuck cream was that they soothed Melinda's burning throat tissue.
Her throat had been burning horribly just before Bernard blew his load, but the come was making that burning go away.
It was as if the big man's silver seed were actually a medicine, designed especially to relieve sore throat.
She figured anyone who was smart enough to bottle Bernard's come and sell in in the drug store as a cough medicine would surely make a lot of money.
Then Melinda decided that perhaps that wasn't a very good idea.
There were some things that were just meant to be swallowed hot.
She figured that even Bernard's come wouldn't taste very good cold, and it would probably lose a lot of its medicinal effect.
She swallowed the rest of his come and slowly pulled the head of his cock out of her mouth.
His cock had begun to get flaccid but the head was still mostly engorged.
It felt great for Melinda to close her jaw. Her jaw had become a little stiff from having mouth so far open for so long.
She parted her lips just far enough to stick out her tongue.
She could see that there was a tiny bead of come still at the tip of Bernard's cock, hanging from the piss hole.
The tip of his cock wanted to point downward but Melinda held the dwindling shaft aloft with her fingertips.
She ricked away that bead of come with a single swipe of her tongue.
She could see that there was some come along the side of his cock also.
The come there looked watery and it had a couple of bubbles in it.
She used the flat part of her tongue to lick that clean also.
She then remembered the come that had spilled over her bottom lip onto her chin.
She used a broad sweep of her tongue to lick this away.
Then all of the come was warm in her belly where it belonged.
"You may stand up now, my beautiful slave," Bernard said.
His voice had mellowed and he sounded more like his old self.
Melinda's muscles were very cramped, and she winced as she slowly rose to her feet.
She felt like a little old lady as she straightened her knees.
She felt as if all of her joints needed to be oiled at that moment.
"Now I told you I would explain something to you," he said. "You wondered why you would not want to run to the police when you got out of here.'
"Oh I wouldn't run to the police, sex master. I want to come back to you again and again so I can learn more about becoming a sex slave."
"How do I know that I can trust you. How do I know that the pain in your ass-hole won't keep you awake tonight and piss you off."
"I know it won't, master, I just know it won't. If the pain in my ass-hole does keep me up it will only bring fond memories of the pleasure you gave me when you reamed my butt so hard for so very long."
"Ah, but when you are in my business it pays to be very careful. One slip up and this place could be shut down by the law in a second.'
"But you provide such a wonderful service, master. You teach women how to truly please men!"
"I'm afraid, my dear slave, that not everyone would look at it that way. There are many who don't approve of the training sessions we perform here. It is very important that our clients are discreet about their visits."
"No one knows I'm here. Except for my friend Sally. I won't tell anyone else, I promise!"
"Well, sweet Mindy, I have taken a few precautions to see to it that you will keep your word.
"In three corners of this room up by the ceiling, I have mounted cameras. There are two movie cameras and one taking still frames. They will be developed and prints will be available to you within a couple of hours. They will show, in perfect focus of course, me shoving my big cock again and again into your ass-hole, accompanied by your moans of pleasure. I wonder what your husband would say if he saw those films."
"He would kill me. Oh please, master, don't show them to him."
"I won't if you keep your word and keep your visits here a complete secret."
"I promise. I wouldn't have told anyone anyway."
"But we are both sure that you won't tell anyone about them now that you know about the photographs. Now, let me slip a robe over your shoulders and put on my pants and coat."
"Where are you going to take me, master," Melinda asked, tilting her head a little to one side.
Her face was wide-eyed and innocent. It was obvious that she worshiped him by the expression on her face.
"I am going to take you to the shower room It is time that we cleaned ourselves up you see. I have paper work to tend to and you have to get home to make dinner for your husband. I suggest that you do not allow him to have sex with you until the wounds you have received today have healed."
"Oh that would be very nice. Will you shower with me, master?"
"I will be with you for the first portion of the shower. For the second part I will stand back and watch."
Melinda didn't understand quite what he meant by that, but she figured she had asked too many questions already.
She didn't want to press her luck with her sex master when he seemed to be in a very good mood.
What Melinda didn't know was that a lot of women who visited the clinic found what took place in the shower room to be the most painful part.
Indeed, Bernard Shakey's two part shower was considered devastatingly humiliating by many of his clients.
That was the reason it was so effective and so popular.
He quickly put on enough clothes to walk in the hall and slipped a paper robe over Melinda's shoulders, instructing her to pull it closed and fasten the paper belt around her waist.
He pulled the key to the examination room cabinet and unlocked the slim door, They stepped out into the hall together and Bernard led the way to the shower room.
He walked with his broad shoulders back and his chin high.
Melinda walked exactly three paces behind him with her hands folded in front of her at the waist.
She kept her head bowed. She wanted to look like an obedient slave in the hall.
Three doors down the hall was the shower room. They entered and Bernard locked the door behind him once again using the same key.
While Melinda's eyes were diverted he hid the key once again.
They quickly disrobed and stood next to the bathtub.
The shower room looked like an oversized household John.
The walls and the floor were covered with white tiles.
The ceding had been painted white and was starting to crack up in the corners.
There were many fluffy towels hanging from chrome racks along the walls.
The sink and the tub, as well as the toilet, were made of white porcelain.
There was a baby blue bath mat next to the tub to step out on.
In the corner was a chest with a gold lock on it.
Melinda couldn't help but wonder what was in the chest.
The shower curtain was plastic and clear, and Bernard pulled it back so he could turn on the faucets.
He turned on both faucets and adjusted the temperature, judging with his fingers, until it was just right.
Then he turned the knob in the center and the shower blasted needles of spray into the tub.
Melinda looked up at the rings that held the shower curtain to a chrome pole above her head. There was a clamp between two of the rings and Melinda wondered what it was for.
The two of them stepped into the shower and kissed passionately.
They tenderly washed each other with plenty of soap.
They paid special attention to each other's private parts.
When they were all soaped up they rinsed. Melinda winced as the water hit her sore cunt and ass-hole.
She noticed some pain in her breasts and nipples when the water struck them.
But the water seemed to help her wounds a lot, and she felt quite refreshed by the time she was completely rinsed off.
Bernard stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself off with a big white towel.
Melinda started to follow him out of the tub but he blocked her path with a strong forearm.
"No you stay in the tub. That was the first part of the shower. You will receive the second part of your shower by yourself," Bernard said, and his face turned into an evil smirk.
"But I don't understand, master. I am very clean," Melinda said.
"Ah yes, my sweet slave," Bernard said with a small chuckle. 'You are clean on the outside. But your inside is still very dirty. We have to shower your inside now. You are going to get the biggest enema of your life!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Mindy, you will put your arms up over your head, please," Bernard said, in a tone of voice that told the little girl he would not take no for an answer.
She put her arms straight up over her head immediately without offering a peep of complaint.
She didn't know very much about enemas. There were many things that Melinda knew more about.
She knew that they were used to help you shit. She remembered that her mom and dad had a pink enema bottle in the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper, but she couldn't remembered ever hearing of it used.
She and Harold didn't have one, and had never missed it.
She had figured that they used them mostly in hospitals.
For some reason Melinda associated enemas with bedpans.
'You will stretch your arms way up so that you are standing on your toes," Bernard said with a small laugh. He reached into the tub for a moment and turned off the shower so he wouldn't have to talk so loud.
"Move your feet as far apart as you can in the bottom of the tub, but stay on your toes. Under no circumstances let your heels touch the bottom of the tub," Bernard said. He folded his strong arms across his chest and watched as she struggled to do this. She nearly toppled a couple of times but she regained her balance just in time.
She got her feet as far apart as she could and looked to her side to see if he approved.
"A little further," he said. "Press your ankle bones against the side of the tub."
As she did this she could feel the strain in the back of her legs getting worse.
The muscles in the backs of her calves were being stretched painfully in this position.
She didn't know how long she could last without lowering her heels to the tub just to relieve the tension in those muscles.
"Now cross your wrists on the shower nozzle," Bernard said.
The second Bernard gave this instruction he turned around and walked over to the chest with the big lock on it.
But the lock was not locked and Bernard simply flung the chest open.
He pulled out a black rubber enema bag that was a lot bigger than the one Melinda remembered seeing in the bottom of her parent's dirty clothes hamper.
It had a black rubber hose coming out of the base and at the end of that hose was a plastic nozzle designed to look like a penis.
The nozzle was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base.
When it was inserted into the ass-hole the sphincter muscle was supposed to grip on the skinny part so it would not fall out.
It would take a sharp tug to get that nozzle dildo out of Melinda's ass once it was inserted all the way.
At the top of the enema bag was a black plastic cap.
There was a clamp, much like the one on the pole that held the shower curtain on the hose to keep water from flowing out prematurely.
Bernard pulled out an evenly cut piece of rope with his other hand and kicked the top of the chest closed.
He gently placed the enema bag in the sink and tied Melinda's wrists to the shower nozzle with the piece of rope.
Melinda's body was stretched so taut that her shoulders began to ache horribly, joining the ache in the backs of her legs.
She knew that she could no longer lower her heels to the bottom of the tub even if she were exhausted.
If her toes failed to keep her body up she would tear her shoulders right out of their sockets.
Bernard then returned to the sink next to the tub.
He rinsed off the enema bag with hot water and then adjusted the temperature until it was just short of scalding.
He slowly unscrewed the cap on the top and filled the bag all the way to the brim with the steaming water.
' I don't know if you have ever received an enema before," Bernard said as he twisted the black plastic cap back onto the top of the rubber enema bag. He was careful not to spill any of the water, "it really doesn't matter if you have or you haven't, my sweet slave. I have filled this bag all the way to the brim. This is a double enema, but you will be asked to hold all of the water inside you at the same time. Let me explain to you the rules of the game. You have to hold all of the water inside your bowels. If you don't you will be severely punished. When the water begins to flow into your bowels you will have a tremendous urge to shit it back out right away. But this is the very urge that you must conquer. Tremendous strain will be put on your sphincter muscle. And, if I remember correctly, that muscle isn't in great shape at the moment, is it, my sweet little slave girl. Your bowels will become so full of water that your belly will bloat outward and your intestines will be forced to stretch. You will feel as if your bowels are going to explode from the raw pressure. And there will be pain. Oh yes, there will be a terrific amount of pain. You will feel like you are going to explode and die with your intestines dangling like worms out of the blood hole blown through your belly. You will prefer death to the pain you must endure. The pain will be so great that you won't even bother to think about the agony you will be feeling in your legs and shoulders by that time. But, rejoice, slave of mine, For with this act too there are benefits. The tension that builds up inside you, the water pressure, will so closely simulate sexual tension, that you will receive a sexual rush from being filled up. The release of the water is supposed to be a great pleasure, and I have been told by many women that they have tremendous orgasms at the moment they release their enema water."
He reached up and attached the enema bag to the clamp on the chrome pole that held up the plastic shower curtain.
The hose dangled free for a moment but Bernard quickly grabbed it just behind the dildo nozzle with the fingers on his left hand.
With his right hand he gently rubbed Melinda's ass cheeks.
He got his fingers up in the crack of her ass and pulled her buttocks apart.
The skin in the crack of her ass was stretched extremely tight.
He then ran the tip of the enema nozzle up and down the crack of her ass.
He got the tip of the nozzle on her ass-hole and began to press with his hand.
Melinda winced. Her ass-hole was still very sore from the savage buggery she had received earlier in the afternoon.
Bernard watched as her sore sphincter opened to allow the dildo deep inside.
He pushed it in with a single finger until that ring of muscle clamped around the skinniest part of the nozzle.
He then took the clamp off of the hose and allowed the water to start to flow.
Just as Bernard had said, she had a tremendous urge to shit the water back out the second it began to flow.
She even wanted to contract her ass muscles and force the nozzle out of her hole.
But Melinda knew that this was a true test of how good of a slave she was.
She would truly prove herself to her master if she took all the water.
She didn't care about the punishment if she failed.
She wasn't thinking about failing. She was determined to prove herself to the handsome doctor who stood by the side of the tub grinning at her.
Melinda quickly figured out which muscles she had to relax and which ones she had to contract to keep all the water in.
She knew that the most important part was keeping her sphincter wrapped around the nozzle as tightly as possible.
Her ass muscles hurt horrible when they were tensed, and she didn't know if she could stand the pain.
Her bowels began to fill and she could feel her lower belly starting to bloat outward slowly but surely.
By the time the enema bag was half empty Melinda was sure that she would not be able to hold any more.
She tried as hard as she could not to think about the awful pain in the backs of her legs and in her shoulders.
She had lost the feeling in her hands once again, but that seemed to be a minor point compared to the rest of her difficulties.
Melinda's beautiful face was slowly turned red as a beet.
Her face slowly contorted as her agony grew more severe.
Her face contorted so much that she didn't even look like herself.
There was a vein in her temple that had become dilated.
That vein was throbbing visibly from the little girls strain.
Her back was arched in an attempt to relieve some of the pain in her shoulders.
But at the same time Melinda could feel something funny happening to her body.
She could tell that the pain was causing her to become sexually aroused.
Blood was pumping down her tiny body into her pussy.
Her cunt lips were swelling steadily, and would soon become fully engorged.
There was an ache in her lower abdomen that mixed perfectly with the pain in her sweet bowels.
Her natural lubrication was being secreted freely by the gland between her two sets of cunt lips.
There was a pool of cunt juice forming at the base of her cunt between her slightly parted inner cunt lips.
That juice would flow right out of her cunt and down onto the smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
Her clitoris was starting to ache with a sexual tension. It had become erect and was protruding out of its flesh sheath.
She could feel her clit beginning to quiver as her arousal grew.
Her sexual tension was growing at the same rate as the tension in her bowels.
She could tell that those tensions were going to combine into a single tension.
All of it would be released when the dildo was removed from Melinda's straining ass-hole.
She knew that she was going to have a terrific orgasm the second she was allowed to release the hot water.
But the pain in her abdomen was incredible. Melinda had her eyes closed tightly.
Her back teeth were clenched together so hard that her jaw ached even more than it had when she offered her throat to her master.
Every muscle and bone and Melinda's body was quivering by the time the last drop of water drained from the bag into her bowels.
Bernard smiled with satisfaction as he saw that she had done it.
He was proud of the little girl straining in the tub.
He thought she was the best little slave to come around in some time.
He paused for a moment, just so her agony could last a few seconds longer.
Melinda's ass cheeks were as hard as rocks from stress at that moment.
They were pressed tightly together and the hose was sticking out from in between.
Bernard pulled back the shower curtain a little bit and bent at the waist.
He reached out with his right arm and grabbed the hose.
He ran his fingers up the hose until he was gripping it at the very base of the dildo enema nozzle.
With a sharp tug of his wrist he pulled the nozzle out of her ass-hole.
It made a popping noise that amused Bernard when it came out.
"RELEASE!" he screamed out with a grand gesture of his arm.
He raised the black nozzle' up over his head with a long sweep of his arm.
He looked like he was waving the green flag to start a grand prix auto race.
That was the sweetest word Melinda Manning had ever heard in her entire life.
She relaxed her sphincter muscle and clamped down hard on the muscles in her intestines.
She heard herself make an incredibly thunderous farting noise as she released the water.
The first gush of enema water went the length of the tub and hit the white tiled wall behind her.
She could smell the room quickly become filled with the scent of her enema.
The whole shower room smelled of her fart and enema water.
But just as the tension in her bowels was released, she could feel her sexual tension being released also.
Her inner cunt went into massive convulsions and her love button felt like it was going to pop right out of her pussy.
Her back teeth came unclenched and her lower lip dropped.
She let out a pitiful moan of pleasure, sounding incredibly weak.
The waves of ecstasy rolled through her body, enhanced by the pain she felt in her legs and arms.
The rest of the enema water landed inside the tub.
Melinda looked down and could see her straining toes swimming in the stained water.
Bernard quickly reached up to release Melinda's wrists from the shower nozzle.
The last bit of water dribbled out of Melinda's ass-hole.
It ran thick and hot down the insides of her thighs.
Bernard quickly untied the knot that held Melinda's wrists to the nozzle.
She was allowed to lower her ankles to the tub and lower her arms.
But at that moment her legs could no longer support the weight of her body.
She crumpled into the bottom of the tub in a heap.
She didn't care that she was rolling in the smelly water.
She didn't care if she got it all in her hair and over her torso.
She was too relieved about the pain fading away to think about anything else.
Her intense orgasm had left a hot afterglow in its wake.
She placed her hands by her sides and she could feel the blood flowing back into her fingers.
As the sensation returned to her hands she placed her right hand over her pussy and her left hand over her ass-hole.
She pressed on those holes with her fingers and let out a sorrowful moan.
She rocked back and forth, face euphoric, looking as if she were trying to keep the pleasure from flowing out.
When she stopped rocking she slowly opened her eyes.
She looked up at her sex master and her eyes became misty.
She had truly learned the diving association between pleasure and pain.
The humiliation of being forced to shit in front of her master was almost the final humiliation.
She only had one humiliation left before her initial training session would be complete.
She was on her back and the water was slowly draining out of the tub.
There was some residue left behind but most of it made it down the drain.
Bernard looked down at his beautiful, yet very smelly slave.
He placed his hands on his belly and began to laugh at her.
He laughed harder and harder, his face turning bright red.
His whole body shook and he threw back his head so he was looking at the ceiling of the shower room.
There were tears in his eyes by the time he stopped laughing.
"I find you very amusing, my sweet little girl," he said. "And you are almost done here. But before you are allowed to leave there is one more thing you must do. I can see by the awful mess you made in the tub that you are nothing more than a human toilet. You are a scum girl, that's all. So I will have to treat you just as if you were a toilet. You see, my pretty little one, I have to take a tremendous piss. I have been holding it in ever since you sucked me off. Now I am going to take my leak and I am going to take it right in your mouth!"
CHAPTER TEN
Melinda took a few seconds before she realized what her tall handsome master had just said to her.
She was so exhausted from her ordeals of the day that her brain was encased in a thick fog.
She was hardly at her sharpest and she was reacting slowly to all of the stimuli around her at that point.
But she understood, and she painfully got herself up on her knees.
"No, no, slave! Get on your back with your head in the center of the tub. Place the balls of your feet flat on the tiled wall in front of you next to the faucets. That's it," Bernard said.
He reached down and grabbed the top of the trousers he had thrown on hastily before they switched from the examination room to the shower room.
He undid the single snap that held the top of his trousers closed.
He unzipped the fly, being careful not to pinch himself.
Melinda could see that he had not bothered to put on any underwear.
His cock was still limp, but even in its flaccid state it was large.
He whipped his prick out and moved so that he was standing right next to the tub.
Melinda looked up at the man and slowly parted her lips.
' You are going to have to open your mouth farther than that, my sweet slave. I'm afraid my aim is only so good."
Melinda then opened her mouth as far as she could, the ache in her jaw returning full force immediately.
She wondered what her sex master's urine was going to taste like.
She was glad that she was getting the opportunity to drink his piss.
Her playing a human toilet bowl while he pissed seemed to symbolize their relationship perfectly.
That was the way Melinda thought about it in her own mind.
He moved his right hand to his hip and placed it there with the fingers separated and pointing downward.
He grabbed the shaft of his cock with his left hand and lifted the tip at what he thought was the right angle.
He relaxed the muscles in his lower abdomen and opened the floodgate between his bladder and his prick.
The piss came out hot and yellow, but his aim was off at first.
The first bit of urine struck Melinda on the tip of her nose.
He over-adjusted his aim and splashed a little off of her chin.
The piss was hotter than Melinda had expected it to be.
It had a smell of ammonia to it, and Melinda was starting to fear that it would taste just awful.
She remembered when she was a little girl she thought that her "tinkle" would taste just like lemonade.
She realized how absurd that thought was at nineteen as she was about to get her first opportunity to find out what it really tasted like.
Bernard adjusted his aim once again and this time the piss went right into her mouth.
She began to swallow it down rapidly, and though it tasted very bitter, it didn't make her want to gag like she was fearing it would.
She drank down every drop until the piss was just dribbling out of Bernard's piss hole.
"Get up on your knees now and suck me clean!" Bernard ordered.
She did this, and half expected his cock to get hard again.
But Bernard had come all he cared to on this day. He turned on the shower and told the woman not to leave the shower room until it was crystal clear.
He zipped up his pants and told her he would meet her back at the examination room.
Melinda showered again and washed out the tub so there was no longer a trace of her enema.
When she was done she dried herself off with one of the big towels on the rack.
She made her way back to the examination room wearing her paper robe.
Bernard instructed the woman that the session was done.
"You pay the receptionist. You brought cash, right?" Bernard said.
"That's right. Will I be coming back here for the rest of my sessions?"
"No, Mindy. Only the first session is held here in the clinic. The rest of the sessions cost five dollars apiece more and they will be held in a house on the south side of the city where, how shall I put it, our faculties are more advanced. The receptionist will give you a new appointment and there will be a couple of forms to fill out. Just address, husbands name, occupation, stuff like that. For the files. Once you have filled out the forms you will be free to go. I suggest you don't let Harold see your shaved pussy. If he does tell him that you did it especially for him."
"I understand," Melinda Manning said with a small nod.
She quickly put on her clothes and took care of business with the receptionist.
On her way home in the car she couldn't believe all of the wonderful things she had learned so quickly.
She knew that she was going to be sore for a couple of days, but the pain would be well worth it considering the lessons in subservience she had learned.
Her next appointment was for five thirty in the afternoon at the house, four days later.
Melinda had to tell a lie to Harold about where she was going to be, but he said he didn't care because he was going to be "working late" anyway.
Melinda hoped that she wouldn't have to worry about Harold's little after work trysts when she completed her slave therapy with Dr. Shakey.
She showed up at the house on the south side of town right on time and a blonde woman in a nurse's outfit instructed her to park her green Pinto Hatchback around the corner but gave no reason why.
When she went in the house Dr. Shakey was there and told her that he had something very exciting in store for her.
He led her down a set of rickety wooden steps into the dingy basement.
There was a huge wooden slab table in the center of the basement, with thick iron cuffs at each corner.
Melinda knew very well what those cuffs were going to be used for.
Dr. Shakey told her to go into a little dressing room off to the side of the basement and remove all of her clothes.
Melinda did this and was instructed to get on her back in the center of the large wooden slab table.
Melinda knew enough to put her arms back over her head and spread her thighs far open.
She could feel herself becoming horny at the thought of the new pain and humiliation that would be inflicted on her.
Bernard worked quickly and quickly fastened the iron hoops around Melinda's ankles and wrists.
He made sure that they were on very tightly and that her elbows and knees were locked in a straight position.
"During this session," Bernard said calmly. "You will be forced to fuck a complete stranger. I am going to put a mask over your face and the man you will fuck will be wearing a mask also. We have a real stud for you. He comes here frequently and has often donated his services while we trained new slaves.
So you see, you must learn to be subservient to all cock. Not just mine."
Melinda nodded solemnly as she watched Bernard walk over to the corner of the basement.
He picked up a big wooden mask that was carved in the front to look like the mask of tragedy with-a huge mouthed frown.
Melinda thought it was grotesque and was glad that she wasn't the one who was going to have to look at it.
There was a leather strap behind the mask and Melinda lifted the back of her head from the wooden table so Bernard could fasten the mask to her head.
He made sure her nose was in the right place and her eyes were looking through the carved eye holes.
He then fastened the strap tightly behind her head.
She placed the back of her head on the table and looked up at the ceiling.
She heard the basement door open and a naked man entered the room.
Bernard made no move to leave and it was obvious that he fully intended to watch the action.
That was okay with Melinda. She didn't care of Bernard stuck around. She wanted him to watch her being an obedient slave.
Melinda lifted the back of her head from the table so she could see the man who was about to fuck her.
The man was wearing a mask just like Melinda's.
Only it was the mask of comedy rather than the mask of tragedy.
The man's mask had a big ridiculous grin carved in it.
She could see that he was a well built man, with broad shoulders and a hairy chest.
He wasn't as big as Bernard, but she could see that he was well put together.
He was the kind of man who looked like he took time to take care of his body.
His muscles were not bulky like those of a ' weight-lifter.
But rather they were long and finely toned, such as those of a swimmer.
His skin was smooth and Melinda could see it was stretched tight over his muscles.
He was very tanned and he looked as if he spent a lot of time out in the sun.
Only a tiny strip across his hips remained the natural tone of his skin.
It was obvious that the man wore a very tiny bathing suit when he went out in the sunshine.
Melinda liked skimpy bathing suits and had given Harold a pair just about that size for his birthday.
There were a lot of things about the man that reminded her of Harold.
His height, weight and shape were all extremely similar.
Melinda couldn't help but wonder if Bernard had somehow acquired a photograph or a description of Harold before choosing the man in the mask.
Even the way the man stood with his hands on his waist with the toes of one foot pointing outward reminded the chained little girl of her husband.
"This one sure has nice tits, Berny," the man in the mask said.
His voice was muffled by the mask, but there was something terribly familiar about it. Melinda was amazed. They had even gotten a man who sounded like Harold. She couldn't believe the fuss they had made over her. She felt honored. She knew that Bernard was doing this so it would feel natural to be Harold's slave when the time came.
"Is that bitch Sally still doing your recruiting for you?" the man in the mask asked Dr. Shakey.
Melinda's ears perked up when she heard Sally's name. She was the one who had sent Melinda to the clinic in the first place.
Melinda couldn't help but wonder how the man in the mask knew her friend.
She knew that Sally hung out with some strange guys, but wearing masks still shocked her a bit.
Then the man in the mask moved so that he was standing right next to the table. He reached down and squeezed Melinda's left breast.
She turned her head to the side and saw a heart-shaped birthmark below his belly button.
She could feel her face turn pale beneath her mask. IT WAS HAROLD!
EPILOGUE
After that life was never better for Harold and Melinda.
They fucked every night and Harold never came home late from work.
In fact, some nights he came home early so they could get in a quick ball before dinner.
There was no doubt about the fact that Dr. Shakey's methods had worked.
Harold even picked up the tab so Melinda would not have to take the money out of that she had saved from her job.
Sometimes, when they were feeling very kinky, they wore the masks they had worn that day in the dark basement.
Melinda allowed Harold to do whatever he wanted to her, and he no longer thought of her as too fragile to fuck.
He fucked her in the ass, in the cunt and in the throat.
He tied her down and whipped her all the time after that.
