"Very good work, Doctor Marrick. Please see to the post-op, nurse. And Miss Martin, a word with you after the others have gone. I want to talk with you about your OR procedures."
She felt a tremor pass up and down her spine. What was he going to say to her? Was he mad or had he enjoyed it and wanted another taste of the sweet loving she could give him?
Whichever, a cold wave shot into her cunt and made her shiver a bit. She could feel herself beginning to get all hot and agitated by the time the patient had been taken from the room. This was the moment of truth. She'd see now if the doctor was human or not.
He spun and faced her, his eyes flashing angry black. "Goddammit! I've never seen such a stupid thing in all my life! Sucking my cock while I was trying to operate! I might have killed that man!"
"I doubt it," Peggy raid, suddenly more sure of herself than she'd been before. The man's demeanor was frightening, but she felt herself responding to him on some elemental level. She wanted him to order her, command her.
And she couldn't understand why.
"Oh? And what makes you say that?"
"You're too good a surgeon to goof it up."
"Well, thank you, Miss Martin. I'm sure the board of examiners will be happy to have you sit in judgment of all the malpractice cases. You are going to have to be punished for this. And I mean punished!"
The words thrilled her strangely. She understood the man wasn't going to ask for her to be fired. This was different.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked the raging doctor.
"You will address me as sir! SIR! Do you hear that!"
"Yes, sir. By the way, what's your first name? I don't think I've seen it listed anywhere."
"Arthur," he said in a weak voice. Then he snapped, "I want to see you immediately in OR 13. Immediately, for your discipline."
He stalked from the room. His words left her confused. Discipline? What did he have in mind? She couldn't begin to guess because he wasn't going through the normal channels for disciplinary action.
A board of directors would have to convene, look over her record, take depositions from all concerned, and then pass judgment on her. Doctor Wilson seemed intent on doing it all himself.
For that, Peggy was thankful. Whatever he did to her, it would be fine. Just as long as she was with him.
She tried to analyze what she really felt about the man. He was so forbidding it almost scared her. Yet, that was part of his sexual appeal. He wasn't the pushover Luke was. All she had to do was snap her fingers and Luke would ball her.
Arthur Wilson was a different sort altogether. She couldn't make him jump through hoops like she could other men. If anything, he was the one doing the commanding – and she was willingly obeying. That had to be the reason she was so hungup on the doctor. He either ignored her feminine charms or was immune to them.
That gave him power over her that she enjoyed having over other men. He would never be her pawn.
She hurried from the OR, hung up her gown and went down the corridor in the direction of OR 13. She had to see what he was going to do to her for sucking him off during the operation.
"Hey, Peggy, how'd it go?" came the voice from behind her. She turned to see Denise hurrying along the hall.
"Uh, good, Denise, real good. I, uh, have to go see Doctor Wilson about what I did during the operation."
"Huh? Did you goof it up? Christ, as easy as it sounded, I thought you could all do it standing on your heads."
"Well, this does have something to do with my head. Look, Denise, I'll tell you about it later. Please. I'm in a big hurry."
"A big hurry, huh? Sounds like maybe you finally broke through the ice baffler and got a rise out of good old Doc Wilson. What about it, kiddo? Did you?"
Peggy flushed. Denise was momentarily surprised, then laughed. "I'll be damned. You did get to him! Good going!"
"Don't say a word to anyone. Christ, Denise, I may lose my job over this. I've got to talk to him about it right now."
"Sure, sure. But I'll bet it was worth it. Wow, you actually scored the great stony one!"
Peggy wasn't certain if Denise would keep the gossip to herself or not. The woman was intent on spreading the good news. Of course, it might lose Peggy her job – or any nursing job, ever – but that was hardly a consideration to the woman.
Peggy almost ran into the empty operating room. Standing there, his arms folded across his broad chest, was Doctor Arthur Wilson. If storm clouds ever took human form, they'd look exactly as he did. The heavy brows were furrowed and his expression never wavered.
"Miss Martin, you have much to answer for."
"Look, I can explain it all, Doctor Wilson. It was like this…" That was as far as she got. He crossed the room with surprising speed and grabbed her upper arms. Lifting her into the air like she was a rag doll, he deposited her on the operating table.
"Silence! You will be quiet when your master speaks!"
"Master?" she asked, confined.
"Silence, slut!"
She bit down on her lower lip. The man's eyes were glowing with an inner light she'd never seen before. This was a giant play he was acting out. And she guessed it was a sexual one. She had pushed the right buttons during the operation, but she wasn't sure she was willing to take the consequences for the monster she had put into motion.
He shoved her flat on her back on the table and hastily fastened the straps around her lush, young body. She struggled then. She didn't know what he was going to do but she didn't want any part of it.
"Let me up!"
"Silence, cunt. You have offended me and you must be disciplined. Harshly disciplined!"
The words rang in the empty room like a bell tolling. She felt gooseflesh spreading all over her arms. When he began stripping off her clothing, she knew this wasn't going to be anything like a verbal reprimand. He was going to take his punishment out on her sexually.
He was going to rape her.
She fought against the broad leather straps as hard as she could. It did no good. They were fastened too firmly across her upper arms and belly. She kicked and twisted, trying to free herself that way. It did no good.
He put up the metal stirrups used for a gynecological examination and firmly fastened her ankles to them.
She was stripped naked to the waist, her legs held up over her head in such a position that her cunt was widely exposed to the mad doctor. She'd never felt more helpless in her life. No matter what vile, horrible thing he wanted to do to her, he could.
Screaming wouldn't help. The operating rooms were all soundproofed. And at this time of night, the OR wouldn't be scheduled for use. She was as cut off as if he had her on some desert island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
"What are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
"Strip you naked, slave. Or maybe I'll leave the garter belt and stockings. Yes, those I will leave on you. They please me, even if your vile cunt does not!"
"Wh-why are you doing this to me?"
"Call me master, slave! I am doing this because you have failed in your duties and must be disciplined."
He finished stripping off the uniform and cast it aside. She was completely naked now except for her garter belt and stockings. She was held flat on the table, barely able to raise her head and look between her spread, elevated legs at the other end of the examining table.
She was as helpless as a woman can be and totally at the doctor's mercy – if he had any.
"Yes, now to punish you."
She cringed as he lightly touched one of her nipples. She hated herself when she felt excited blood pounding into that fit and expanding the nipple. She shouldn't respond sexually to him. Yet, she was and in a big way. Even her cunt was overflowing with its thick sauces.
"Yes, that's the way I like to see my slaves respond to my touch." He continued lightly scratching her boobs with his fingernail. It didn't hurt. If anything, it tickled. And that was worse than if he'd torn out huge bloody chunks of her flesh.
She was getting hotter and hotter waiting for him to do whatever it was he had in mind. She struggled futilely against the broad leather straps on the table. She knew from experience it was impossible to free her legs from those hideous stirrups. She had been through too many coldly impersonal cunt examinations and she knew she was trapped.
"Go on, struggle. It makes my cock hard watching you." He ran down his fly and let his prick slip out. The limp worm rapidly changed into a long, rigid fucking tool. There was no doubt that he was sexually stimulated seeing the woman naked and helpless on the table.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"Rape you, perhaps… But is it rape when the master gives his devoted slave what she's been craving? Perhaps you will look at this as a reward. I don't care."
He moved and stood between her legs. On the end of the table, he towered high above her. He seemed to take on the proportions of a God. Never had she seen a prick so huge.
Then he dropped to his knees and moved forward. She twisted and turned her hips as much as she could. There was some movement possible, but not enough to keep him from plunging his cock balls deep into her cunt.
She gasped and almost fainted as his huge cock rammed into her hollow twat. She had been feeling such conflicting emotions, it took her completely by surprise. She both wanted him to fuck her and let her go free.
When he actually drove his prick all the way up into her juicy cunt, this decided her. She loved it. She didn't care what he did to her. As long as he fucked her long and hard and deep.
"Please, oh, master, master! Give it all to me!"
"So, the slimy cunt loves it, oh? Very well. I will give it to you!"
He began a gentle back and forth fucking that belied the tone he used. And then he burst into a frenzy of motion. His prick rapidly burned up all her fuck fluids he was drilling into her cunt so fast and hard. The motion of his cock head against her pussy walls drove her wild with desire.
"Fuck me, master, fuck me good!"
He grunted and doubled his efforts. She didn't think if was possible to feel so good after being in such a helpless plight. His thick cock was splitting her pinkly scalloped pussy lips and diving deep into her guts. And she loved it. She wanted more.
Then he was gone. All that was left was a hollow, achingly empty cunt. He had pulled out and wasn't fucking her any more.
"NO!" she cried. "Don't stop! You can't do that to me!"
"I can and I will. Slut. Did you think your master would really give you the privilege of feeling his prick buried in your slimy twat?"
He took off the broad, tooled leather belt he wore. He doubled it and gave it several whacks across his hand. The resounding slapping noise filled her with dread. Was he going to beat her with that horrible strap?
He did.
Once, twice, he laid it across her heaving belly. If left ugly red welts on her once-soft, tender stomach. Then he was strutting around, lording it over her.
"You liked the pain, didn't you? I'll show you pain!"
He pulled out a roll of adhesive tape. He placed two wide strips over her turgid nipples. It didn't hurt when he put it on.
When he ripped if off, she thought he had yanked off her nipples with it. Over and over, he repeated this scheme on various portions of her body. Some of her pussy fur was ripped free of her body. He did this to her erect little clit and she came.
The orgasm surprised her. She hadn't expected such a reaction from the pain he was meting out to her. But come she did.
When he placed a broad strip of the adhesive tape along her cunt lips, then yanked it off in one wild motion, she came again. She didn't understand how the pain in her pussy lips and clit and tits could bring her off. It did. That was all she really knew for sure, she was so confused.
"The cunt loves it, doesn't she? Doesn't my slave love it? Tell your master that she loves this!" He placed a long strip of the tape over her bush and pulled it off, coppery red hairs sticking to it.
"Yes, master, yes! I do, I do!"
"Ha! I was right!"
And he leaped to the table and stroked gently over her agonized cunt. He seemed to like the sticky feel of the tape left on her bush because he dropped to his knees between her legs again. She felt the tip of his still erect boner pressing into her tortured body.
"Fuck you! I will fuck you, my slave, fuck you good!"
He began hammering his prick into her softly yielding body. Once again, Peggy found herself caught off guard. She had thought the merest touch of the man's prick would have revolted her after all he'd done to her.
It didn't when he fucked her deeply, she came.
The orgasm almost ripped the top off her head. Never had she been so turned on by a man. And this was a man who was torturing her, making her feel pain! She couldn't figure it all out. There was too much rattling around in her head, in her tender, tormented body.
The welts across her belly hurt horribly. The places where the doctor ripped off the adhesive tape were stinging. There was even a dull ache throughout her cunt. She couldn't handle all of it. She was certain the dilemma would drive her out of her head.
Then he really started fucking her with his long, impossibly hard prick. It wasn't the light, feathery touches he had used earlier. This was a real fucking. A fucking like only a man can give.
His cock drove mercilessly into her juicy cunt. She gasped when she felt it separating her inner membranes, then corkscrewing around inside her. He was making certain she was getting the maximum turnon possible from this fucking. Nothing less would do.
"Like it don't you, slut?" he snarled.
The words confused her more. How could the doctor give her the gift of his fine cock, then insult her?
The nurse struggled feebly against the restraining straps on the table. She knew it would do no good, yet she felt she had to do something to show him she didn't like what was happening to her.
Then why did she mutter, "Fuck me good! I love you! I love that huge prick of yours!"
She didn't know. The entire world was too confused a place for her to figure out at that moment. She hated the humiliation he was dishing out to her and she wanted more. It was too much for her to handle.
The cock fucking her well greased cunt was something she could understand. That was common, enjoyable. The pain and torture he was giving her was something she would have to work out slowly.
"No. I won't give you my precious cock. You have done nothing to deserve it."
"Wh-what?"
He stood, towering over her again. Then he began jerking off. His hand flew up and down his rigid cock until a white spurt of cum shot through the air. The first gooey bullet of jism lilt beside her head. The next smashed mindlessly into her face. By the time he had finished, her face was covered with his jizz.
"There," he said, as if that explained all. He jumped down from the table and left without so much as a backward glance at the naked nurse.
"Stop, please don't leave me!" she cried out. "I love you, master! I'll do anything you want! Just don't leave me."
She cried for almost an hour before falling asleep.