Peggy didn't know how long she lay on the operating table, strapped down and dressed only in her garter belt and stockings. It could have been a couple hours, it might have been all night. She awoke, feeling tired and aching all over.
The circulation in her arms had become sluggish from the broad leather bands. They had never been intended to be left on for long periods of time. Used to restrain temporarily violent patients, usually a strong sedative did the trick and the straps could be removed.
She struggled briefly against her bonds and decided it was futile. No amount of wiggling would free her. She would just have to wait until someone came and found her, then released her.
The thought that someone would actually see her in this horrible state made her feel a little faint.
It was so degrading. And she would never be able to hold her head up with dignity in Mercy Hospital again. There was simply no way. She would be lucky if she could get another job in any town, much less a burg like Williamston.
Doctor Wilson had fixed her but good. He had disciplined bet, all right, as well as ruining her career.
The hell of it was that she didn't care. She didn't mind being tied up. The demeaning position on the operating table, with her cunt so widely exposed, was not that bad. She didn't even mind his jacking off in her face.
She loved the man. No matter what he did, she loved him. Somehow, the more he abused her, the more she tried to please him.
She wanted him. She wanted to please him in the worst way possible. And he had simply turned and walked out on her.
She had to get him back.
No matter what he asked of her, she'd do it. The commanding air he had about him was what she had been searching for all these years.
She could make any other man do what she wanted simply by snapping her fingers. Luke was a good example. The intern had the hots for her. All she had to do was promise him a little fuck and he would almost literally roll a peanut down the hallway with his nose to get to her. He was like some elemental animal in perpetual rut.
She enjoyed the sex with him. He was a good fuck. But it was too easy. All men were too easy to get.
Except for Doctor Wilson.
His aloofness had been a goad to her. She had set him as a goal like she had all other men. When he didn't immediately bow to her wishes, he became an obsession. She had to have him, no matter what. And when she finally got him to fuck her, he wouldn't even give her his prick.
He'd come in her face.
Her cunt wasn't good enough for his cock.
She hated him for that and loved him at the same time. Peggy was too mixed up to really figure it all out. She just knew he had humiliated her – and she wanted more of it, as long as he was the one doing it to her.
"Have a nice sleep?" came the doctor's booming bass.
She struggled to raise her head. The caked jism on her face cracked a little and began flaking off as she turned to see Doctor Wilson standing in the doorway, hands on his hips.
"Y-yes."
"Good. Let's go to the therapy room."
"Why?"
"Because I said so," he snapped.
He undid the straps. She had intended running as fast as she could from him if she ever was freed. She found she couldn't move her cramped muscles.
Besides, could she bear the humiliation of running through the halls of a big hospital wearing only a garter belt and stocking? She didn't think so.
Better to wait and see what Doctor Wilson had in store for her in the therapy room.
"Here is a hospital gown. Put it on and cover that obscene nakedness of yours." He watched, a quirky smile on his face as she donned the awkward garment. He pointed to the door and simply said, "Walk."
When they got to the therapy room, Peggy was surprised to find it deserted. She glanced over at the wall clock and saw it was 4 A.M. She hadn't realized it was so late. She had been sure she'd lain on the operating table for at least twelve hours. Instead, she had been there less than three.
The room was filled with all manner of looming, stainless steel implements. Never before had she realized how much like a torture chamber this appeared. Some of the gadgets could be changed over to instruments that would have made a medieval torturer chortle with glee. A shiver passed up her spine as she realized this was why Doctor Wilson had brought her here.
He was going to torture her again.
She tired to run. He easily caught her and threw her to the floor. Sitting on her, he pulled out that ever-present roll of adhesive tape.
"You shouldn't have done that, you dumb cunt. Now I'm going to have to discipline you again."
He grabbed her slender wrists and pulled them together behind her back. Two quick circles of tape and her hands were bound tighter than any rope could have done. Every time she tried pulling her wrists apart, the tape stretched just a little and shrank in size until it was as if threads were biting into her flesh.
The doctor wasn't satisfied with this. He commanded, "On your knees!"
She finally managed to get her legs under her and rise to her knees. With her hands bound behind her as they were, it was more difficult than she would have thought.
With her hands only inches from her ankles, he pulled off long strips of the white adhesive tape and fastened her wrists and ankles together. She was now bound in such a way that she couldn't stand or walk.
"Now, off with that gown," he ordered.
"I… I can't take it off. You've tied my hands."
"You will call me master, dammit!" he flared.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across the floor to a whirlpool bath. Two quick twists of the controls and the water was swirling and merrily bubbling in the pool. Peggy had always liked the soothing, hot water swirling around her before. Now, she wasn't so sure she wanted to get into that pool.
It could be deadly the way the man had set the controls. She couldn't be sure but he seemed to be in a murderous rage.
"Why are you doing this to me – master!"
"That's better. If you won't take off that absurd gown, I must do it for you."
He advanced with a razor sharp knife, made a sudden lunge and neatly cut off the fasteners at the back of her neck. She had been sure that he would slice her. He hadn't even nicked her tender flesh.
Naked again, except for the garter belt and stockings, she huddled on the floor worrying about what he had in mind.
When he began undressing, she became more interested. He tossed aside his shirt to reveal a broad, hairy chest. Tiny strands were turning grey. This gave hint an imposing, dignified air. And when he stripped off his pants, his boner was evident.
The long steely erection poked out in front of his crotch. His cock was bouncing around in obvious lust. The only thing that worried Peggy was, lust for what?
Was it for the torture he could mete out to her or was it actual lust for her seductive body? She didn't know. And that was what scared her more than she ever had been before. None of this had gone the way she had planned.
When she'd sucked him off in the operating room, she thought one of two things would happen. He would either fire her or fall so madly in love with her, they could ball forever.
She never figured he would end up torturing her. Or disciplining her, as he put it. Some discipline!
The worst part was that she liked it, wanted more, and demanded more.
"Into the water, slut." He put his hands under her armpits and easily lifted her. With a twist, she was dangling over the churning water. Then he simply dropped her into the whirlpool bath.
Peggy was more or less ready for what came next. The suddenness of the hot water against her skin made her feel as if she'd been scalded. She knew this was a passing effect. Still, it shocked her. And trying to keep her head above the level of the water so she wouldn't drown was another big problem she had to cope with. Without hands to balance or hold her body upright, she was like a cork caught in a turbulent stream.
Spluttering, she managed to surface and find one of the low shelves in the water where patients could sit and enjoy the swirling hot water. Getting her knees up on it kept her from going back under the surface.
Then Doctor Wilson was in the water with her. He pushed through the frothy hot water and grabbed her by the tits. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. This was both painful and so delightful she couldn't put it into words.
The joy rocketing down into her chest came from the man's fingers pressing into her nipples. In spite of everything, she found herself aroused. Her nipples had grown long and hard. When he touched them with his fingers, she had gotten even more sexually aroused.
But the pain contrasted with the pleasant feeling of a man fondling her tits. The hot water had sensitized her soft, satiny skin to the point where almost any touch would be painful. And he didn't simply fondle her tits, he gripped them with fierce intensity.
"So nice, those tits," he murmured. "Why should a slut like you enjoy such lovely tits?"
He started rotating them in different directions. For a moment, the nurse thought he was going to rip them off her chest. Then he sighed and tried to relax. The soothing water was having its effect and what he was doing was no worse than what any other man had ever done to her.
It was only her expectations of what evil he might do that caused her to tense up.
The way his fingers shoved her rock-hard nipples down into the marshmallowy soft titflesh was so nice she felt like drifting off to sleep. The water whirled around her tits, caressing them, fondling them with feathery, wet fingers that relaxed. And then his hands pressed firmly into her boobs, stimulating her, making excited blood pump harder and harder into them.
Her nipples grew until she was certain they would pop. When he took her nipples between thumb and forefinger to tweak them, she almost came. The sexual tensions in her body had been building. Everything he had done was of a sexual nature and he was getting ready to fuck her. She was certain about that.
Her hands may have been bound behind her back but he could still spread her legs wide and drive that fuck stick of his into her cunt. He planned on fucking her in the soothing, swirling water while she was bound and helpless.
And she wanted it – NOW!
"So you like this, eh? You want more?"
"Yes, oh, yes! Anything, master, anything you can give me will be fine!"
"So, let's see."
He easily lifted her by her boobs and carried her to the opposite side of the pool. The buoyancy helped, otherwise he would have torn her tits from her body with the move. Then a finger strayed down through her coppery red bush to find her cunt lips.
Stroking back and forth, he gently parted her pussy lips to expose the pinkly scalloped, sensitive inner cunt lips. She was gasping for breath as he stroked back and forth over them. Tiny bolts of electrical joy shot through her cunt and into her belly. He was being so gentle in turning her on. This was more like she was used to in lovemaking.
Then she screamed.
He had maneuvered her directly over one of the water jets. She felt steaming hot water smashing into her sensitive cunt lips. He held her in place so she couldn't thrash away.
Laughing loudly, he said, "You like that? You like the feel of the water churning through your slimy cunt?"
"Stop it, stop it! It's burning me up!"
"No, it's not. That's cold water. It just feels hot to you."
She tried to quiet down. Then she realized he was right. It was the sudden shock of feeling the water jet against her most sensitive flesh that startled her. And the water was hot in the pool. Somehow, her body had gotten confused and thought she was being scalded.
The nurse hated the man with all her passion. He shouldn't do things like that to her. She hated him.
But if she hated him, why did she still want his prick fucking long and hard and deep into her pussy?
There didn't seem to be any easy answer for that one. She drifted with the current until she braced her back against one wall of the pool. She was still having troubles hanging onto the sides with her hands bound as they were. She finally floated up and then begged him, "Fuck me. I need that cock of yours fucking me!"
"Call me master."
"Master! MASTER! Fuck me, dammit! I need it!"
"So you do, so you do. Let me show you how it can really be when a real man fucks a woman."
His hands slid smoothly around her silky flesh and he pulled her into the center of the pool. He was in a half-crouch and easily supported both their weights. He positioned her over his lap so that his cock was pushing powerfully up toward her cunt. She opened her legs even though it was painful in her hip and shoulder joints.
But it was sheer heaven when she felt his cock drive warmly into her juiced up cunt. The floating motion in the pool of water, along with the warmth, made her feel all cozy and comfortable. She could almost forget the way her hands were tied behind, her back and to her ankles.
He bounced up and down a few times to get his cock working in her twat. She wished she could reach out and put her arms around his neck for support, to show him how much she cared. She loved him more than any other man in the whole wide world and she wanted this fucking to be the best she could deliver, no matter that she was tied up.
She tensed her cunt muscles around his cock. She could feel the thick head of his prick expand slightly under her cuntal caress. Then he was puffing out of her. She felt empty, alone. She had to have his cock inside her pussy again.
It shot into her. She twisted and turned so that the prick entered her cunt in delightfully new ways. With the soothing water swirling around their joined organs, it was better than she would have imagined possible.
The water trickled by her cunt lips, then shot past the man's cock and balls to make him groan in pleasure. The water whirling around was a brand new adventure for her. She could forget the way her hands were bound. She could even forget her fears about being tortured by the doctor.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked.
"I love it!"
"It'll get better. When the water finally washes away all your cunt juices, my cock will begin rubbing your cunt raw. You'll scream in agony each time I fuck you. You'll beg me to stop because of the friction. Wait and see."
She didn't really believe him. The water could never wash away all her fuck fluids. They were too thick, too copious. He was just trying to scare her again.
Then she felt his prick fucking even harder into her cunt. She felt a tiny pang of doubt then. The lubricants she had always relied on to grease her love tunnel were being washed away just as he said. The man's cock was beginning to chafe and bum as he fucked her. She tried to back away. If only she could have a few seconds without that prick inside her, her body would manufacture enough love juice to make it right again.
He didn't give her the chance.
He drove relentlessly into her cunt. He was fucking her with all the power locked up in his body. And it was turning into agony for her.
The way her cunt lips split apart to admit his prick was delightful at first. Then they were being rubbed and the feeling of getting blisters on them occurred to the woman. Never had fucking been so painful for her.
"Stop it, oh my God, why are you doing this?"
"I like it."
She was crying now. She couldn't help herself. She loved cock, lots of it. And now she was shuddering in pain every time he drove his prick into her washed-clean cunt hole. If he had driven a flaming hot railroad spike into her, the pain couldn't have been worse.
She usually loved the friction of a cock against her pussy walls. The heat would warm her, then cause her to come. She was getting only agony from this fucking.
But, like before in the operating room, she felt a strange new tension building inside her. When the doctor reached down between them and lightly fingered her clit, she came.
All the while he was fucking her, his fingers worked on her sensitive little cunt. Usually this, too, had an ample amount of cunt juice to oil it. Not now. Even this pea-sized organ was vulnerable to unwanted friction.
He gave her all she could bear.
By the time she'd come again, she was positive she would never enjoy sex again. This had started out so beautifully. The water buoyed up her tits and made them float free on the surface. And the rushing water around their crotches had been so nice.
She thought she could have stayed there all day feeling the water wash by her cunt lips and clit.
Then the water evaporated all her natural body lubricants. She was dry, even if she was immersed in the water. When he really got to fucking, she thought immediately of dry humping. That was the way it burned and seared in her pussy.
But she'd come. She had responded to the man's vicious, planned tortures of her tender, young body.
And she loved him the more for it. He was taking the time to figure all this out. Never had a man premeditated a fucking with her. Sure, he was torturing her. That was the hard part for her to take. But he cared. He was showing her with every horrible thing he did to her that he cared.
"Please, master, please fuck me good!"
"Your manhole hasn't had enough, eh? You cunts are all the same. Can't get enough of a real man's prick. Here it is, then!"
He drove his cock mercilessly into her dry cunt. She wasn't able to maintain her position in the water. As the cock shot up into her pussy, she shuddered and came.
Then she was spluttering, trying to get the water out of her nose and mouth. She was drowning.
Peggy blacked out. When she recovered, the doctor was standing over her looking at her with disdain. "So stupid," he said. "I wouldn't have believed even an animal in heat would beg for cock like that."
She wanted to cry and laugh. He had fucked her to climax several times. But had she succeeded? He had done it when he wanted, on his terms, giving her all the pain.
He was still in command.
She loved him the more for it. No easy pushover, Doctor Wilson had maintained his dominant airs and commanding respect from her. She found herself head over heels in love with him. And hating herself for it.