"You look uncomfortable tied up like that. Do you want me to get rid of the adhesive tape?"
She looked up at him questioningly. She wasn't sure if she should agree or not. She was on her knees, just as if she were being prepared to be beheaded by some ancient executioner. Her hands were still firmly fastened behind her and then to her ankles. She wasn't able to move very well.
Tossing a coppery strand of wet hair out of her eyes, she boldly looked up and challenged him.
"Yes. Untie me." Her tone was one of complete command. He only smiled and nodded. Somehow, that was worse than if he'd yelled at her. She found herself anticipating something really horrible being done to her for this impertinence.
She followed his naked, wet figure as he crossed the room to a traction unit on one wall. She shuddered when she saw all the chains and pulleys and straps on the bed. It was something directly out of a torture chamber in some European castle. Sure, it was called a modem tool of medical science. The people who had been in the gadget knew better.
She tried to escape and found the water soaking her adhesive tape bonds made them even stiffer. She could hardly wiggle, much less escape this mad doctor's grips.
"So lovely, yet so stupid," he said to her. "Don't struggle. It will only tighten the bonds on your hands and feet." She'd already found that out the hard way.
"What are you going to do to me? You… you're not going to put me in that?"
"But of course I am," he said quietly, with menace. "You see, I'm going to fasten you spread-eagle on the bed, one hand or foot at each corner being placed in this leather cuff. Then, with all the winches and pulleys and so forth, I will hoist you into the air. You'll still be spread-eagle, of course. There just won't be any bed under that sweet ass of yours. You'll be dangling in midair by only your wrists and ankles. It should be quite painful after the first ten minutes or so."
He grabbed her wrists and pulled her across the floor to the bed with the traction equipment. At one time, Peggy had thought it was neat working in a place with such modem equipment. Now she was wishing she was in some back ward country where a hypodermic needle was the most advanced equipment they could boast.
She found herself totally drained of the will to fight. No matter what she did, the bonds on her hands and feet kept her from effectively fighting back. She was almost resigned to take what the man dished out to her.
And, in a way she couldn't understand, she rather enjoyed the pain. The pain came in waves and gave her a contrast to the pleasures she normally felt when fucking.
Her dry cunt hole in the whirlpool had been like that. She had enjoyed the fucking, expected to love the feel of his prick driving deep into her deepest recess. But he had turned it all around and given her pain along with the pleasure.
She'd come because of it.
Now, he was using the sure movements of an accomplished surgeon to snap the tight leather cuffs around her ankles. With her hands still tied behind her back, fighting him off was impossible.
Then he snipped her hands free. She wanted to fight. There was no circulation in her hands. They were numb, limp. She was his prisoner. No matter how degrading he became, she would have to accept it. That was all she could do in the circumstances.
"There. All spread open wide for me. But you're still lying flat on the bed. Let me give this a few cranks and we'll remedy that."
She felt herself being pulled apart, quartered like some thief of three hundred years ago receiving brutal justice. Then she was hanging in midair, suspended by only her wrists and ankles.
At first, she thought she could take it. Then the weight of her body started putting intense pressure on her shoulders and hips. She was literally being pulled apart at the joints by the man's diabolical scheme.
"So pretty," he mumbled. He began stroking over her tensed, taut belly. Then he moved underneath her and stroked across her asscheeks. They, too, were tensed with the pain and agony of being suspended in midair like that.
"You bastard! It hurts!"
"Of course it does. That's the idea. But soon I'll teach you to enjoy the pain I give. You'll beg me for pain. Not for pleasure but for pain. Just wait and see."
"You give me nothing!"
"Oh, wrong. I'm going to give you my cock. Now. I'm going to stand between those slender, lovely legs of yours, right where your cunt gapes open now, and fuck the living hell out of you. And you'll enjoy that. As you feel the pain in other parts of your body, you'll enjoy that fucking."
The nurse felt panic. She knew that was exactly what would happen. Just seeing the doctor's huge erection had made her cunt begin to drool in lust again. She couldn't stop her traitorous body from reacting. Even the way he had fucked her in the water had made her came in spite of no fuck fluids in her cunt. That didn't count to her body. All it seemed to consider was potential joy.
He climbed up onto the bed and looked down at her. Her tits were heaving up and down as she swung slightly back and forth. She had little potential for movement. With him standing between her widespread legs, his cock so near her cunt, she wasn't even sure she wanted to fight him off. This time he seemed determined to give her all the pleasure she could stand.
It was only fair. The pain lancing across her shoulders and through her hips was reaching the point where she was sure she'd faint.
"See it? See how my cock dances around in anticipation of fucking your tight little cunt? It can hardly wait. I can hardly wait."
His words thrilled her. He wanted to fuck her. And he was going to, even though he was still in command. She was breaking down those bafflers of his and making him do her will.
Or was it that way at all? Was he only using her as his toy? His plaything of the moment?
She couldn't bear the thought that he would simply leave her if she didn't please him enough.
"Fuck me! I need it! Fuck me good with that lovely prick of yours!" she cried out. And, she surprised herself, she meant it. She meant every word that passed her dried lips.
His hands moving over her tensed body were electric. The lightest touch made her gasp and beg for more.
He stroked along her slender legs. The muscles were knotted and tense. His touch seemed to relax them a little. He worked his way up the satiny inside of her thighs, almost to her cunt. He stopped short, teasing her, tormenting her even more.
His hands worked around to her ass. His fingers dipped between the rigid slabs of muscle to find her puckered anus. Stroking across it produced an electric tension in her body.
"Shove your finger into my asshole!" she begged. "Finger fuck my asshole!"
"No, my dear, I won't. There's so much more of your body to explore."
His hands stroked up her spine, then moved around to cup her tits. He pressed down, gently at first, then with increased force until she was sobbing from a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.
The pleasure came from having a man touching her sensitive tits. The way he fondled them was masterful. He knew all the right places to touch to make her come completely alive. But as he pressed down, mashing her tits across her chest, this increased the agony in her shoulders and legs.
He was giving both pleasure and pain with one motion.
"Don't struggle so," he cautioned her. "You might hurt yourself. You are young and flexible. This won't damage you. Unless you fight it."
He began stroking up towards the nipples on her tits. This pulled blood into the nipples and made her think the tiny red fingers of flesh would explode in a wild frenzy of desire. He pushed her boobs around in a circle, made her totally aware of how sensitive they were.
He was a doctor. He knew how to handle his patients. He knew all the nerves in a woman's body and used them to give the nurse all the delight she could stand.
But the pain was there, too. Always the pain. She couldn't escape it in her shoulders and legs and hips.
His hands worked smoothly down across the slightly domed plain of the woman's belly until he came to her still-wet bush. His fingers laced through the thick pussy fur. Stroking it like a small animal, he almost cooed.
"So soft, so lovely. And here is where my cock will fuck you."
His finger shot into her juicy cunt. She hated herself for responding to the man. Yet she couldn't help herself. He was doing everything a thoughtful lover would. He made sure she was primed and ready to receive his prick.
And, she gave her pain along with the stimulation.
"Get it over with. Fuck me, damn you, fuck meeeeee!"
His cock slipped easily into her tight cunt. He surged all the way up until he was buried balls deep. His loose sac containing his balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass. Then he was bouncing up and down to make his cock really sink as far into her juicy pussy as possible.
"Like that? Is this what you want?"
"Yesssss!"
He began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. She felt her entire belly come alive. The way his prick touched on the nerves along her cunt walls was a revelation. No man was able to fuck like this. He was turning her into a quivery blob of jello. He was stringing her out such as had never been done before by any man's cock.
He was a masterful lover, a real stud. He knew exactly how to use his prick to the best effect.
She felt his cock slipping out of her twat. The vacuum formed behind it threatened to pull her guts out. She tensed up as much as she could to stop it from leaving her cunt. She failed because her body was manufacturing too much of her foamy fuck sauces.
He began driving his prick in and out of her so that she began gently swinging in her bonds. The added motion drove his prick even more deeply into her cunt. Every time she swung back and he speared deep into her, he ground his bush into hers.
Their crotches erotically mashed together, she felt her clit spring to rigid attention. Every movement was stimulating it. His pubic hair was lightly dragging over the tip of the sensitive little spire. As his cock left her pussy, this tightened the skin all around her clitoris.
No matter what he did, he turned her on even more.
She was openly crying now. No amount of pleasure could ever erase her agony. The nurse's shoulders felt as if they were inches longer now from carrying her full weight. And she knew she would never walk again. Those hip and knee joints were permanently crippled.
But the pleasure!
That was where it was at for her. She tried to concentrate on her cunt and nothing else. The man was a stud second to none when it came to fucking. He drilled directly in between her pussy lips and filled her to overflowing with his hot, long prick.
"More! Give me moooore!"
He laughed at her. "You like this, eh? I thought so. You will enjoy it and then… then comes the pain!"
She knew he spoke the truth. He wasn't the kind to give her pleasure without also offering the other side of the coin – pain. Horrible, abject, degrading pain.
He was the master, she the slave. That was the way it was. And she didn't care. She was getting all the cock she could handle. That was what mattered, not the pain that went with it.
He began swinging her to and fro in larger arcs. Her widespread legs were quivering as he gripped them to push her forward. Releasing her let her entire body come hurtling down around his prick.
One instant only the purpled head of his prick was visible between her pink, ruffly cunt lips. When her body swung into his crotch, his entire cock vanished into her heated, steamy depths.
She felt each stroke as if it were the first of her life. The man was filling her with more cock than she could take. Stretching her delicate inner membrane with his huge girth, she thought he was going to rip her apart. And when she really began swinging hard, she was certain he would rip her apart all the way to the chin with his fleshy cock-sword.
His breathing had become deeper, harsher. He closed his eyes to concentrate on what he was doing to her. He wanted this to be perfect for him. Nothing less would do, especially with such a willing subject to experiment on.
She watched in fascination as the change came over him. His face softened a little and she knew he was enjoying the fucking.
The nurse wished she could say the same without reservation. The feel of the man's huge prick driving into her needy cunt was nice. It couldn't be beat. But why did he have to suspend her in midair like that? And the leather cuffs on her wrists were cutting into her tender flesh. If that had been all, she could have enjoyed the hell out of it.
The ache in her shoulders and arms had turned into raging pain. The only thing worse in the world was the feeling from her knees and hip joints. That was agonizing, almost agonizing enough to make her pass out. She grimly hung on and thought only about the joy she received from his prick.
When he came, his cock spewing forth its creamy load into her hungry cunt, she shuddered with him. The feel of that white-hot jism set off a come of her own.
Then it was over. The most intense come of her life and it was over so damned fast!
She realized what had happened. The pain had blotted out the joy too soon. But the climax wouldn't have been so good if it hadn't been for the pain in the first place. That gave her something to contrast her delights with. That contradiction made her feel fuzzy headed, confused and at the point of suicide.
She just didn't know what to expect next.
Perhaps that was why she was so attracted to Doctor Arthur Wilson.