by Loki Renard
Katie looked Jason dead in the eye as the orgasm went rippling through her body, gleaned from nothing more than the teasing of her clit.
“You liked that, didn’t you,” Jason purred. “Good girl. There’s more where that came from.” He slid his fingers inside her pussy for the first time, probing the quivering walls with long, slow strokes. Katie was not sure why he was persisting. He’d wanted her to cum. She’d cum. Surely they were done.
But no. They weren’t done, and as Jason slipped his finger out of her pussy and ran it around her heated lips, Katie started to get the idea that they wouldn’t be done for a very long time yet. Having satisfied himself that he still had her in thrall, the Doctor turned around and began looking through his medical equipment for something else.
She had no idea what he had in mind for her next, but it did not take long for her to find out. He extracted a speculum from the drawer, a duck-billed instrument designed to spread her pussy and allow him to inspect every part of her. Katie froze at the sight of it and shook her head vehemently. No. The orgasms were one thing, but actual medical inspection was something else.
There was no point begging him for mercy. She knew she wasn’t going to get any. Jason began to spread additional lubricant over her pussy lips, wordlessly preparing her for the instrument.
“Why are you doing this?” The question burst forth as he began to press the tip of the speculum into her pussy. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Easy, girl,” he said, smoothing his hand over her inner thigh in a vaguely soothing gesture. “There’s nothing to be gained by resisting this.”
The speculum was sliding into her slowly, filling her inch by inch. Katie had never experienced any kind of medical exam like this before, at the hands of a man more dangerous than cyanide. He was being somewhat kind about it, she supposed, but that didn’t change the fact that her pussy was being filled by a man who had no scruples at all, and some dark plan for her that she didn’t understand.
Once the speculum was all the way in, he pressed the jaws open, spreading her more on the inside. Katie let out a little gasp and a moan as Jason used his other hand to rub her clit with firm strokes that made the whole process slightly more physically bearable, but emotionally volatile. He was claiming every part of her in a methodical, clinical, erotic way that left her with nowhere to hide.
“Look at me, Katie.” The order was given in a low growl that made her lift her eyes to his face. He was looking at her with a steady intensity that locked her in place as he manipulated the very core of her erotic being. “You’re going to cum for me again soon,” he promised. “And this time it’s going to be much, much stronger.”
Katie wanted to resist, but the touch of his hand and the certainty in his voice made her inclined to agree with him. There was little use in resisting this. He was a master of the female form, a maestro of climax and though a speculum wasn’t exactly something she had ever associated with being erotic in the past, she was beginning to acclimate to it slowly as her pussy responded to the pressure by lubricating and clamping around the intrusion.
“You’ll like this,” Jason promised her. He had yet another tool in his hand, this one she didn’t recognize. It looked like a dildo, but was clearly made to slide inside the speculum. He pressed it into the vulnerable depths of her pussy and activated it. She felt a low humming, like a vibrator, then a new sensation, a heat and a wetness exuding from his instrument.
A pulsing started next, running in smooth steady fashion from the base of the tool to the tip and then back down again. The result was an electronic emulation of what it felt like to be fucked while remaining full the entire time. The pulsing was slow at first, like being taken by an unseen lover. It soon began to speed up though, and each increase in intensity brought with it a fresh level of excitement. Katie was soon writhing in the chair, her head thrown back as her pussy pulsed. Jason had stopped stimulating her clit, leaving the desperate bud throbbing for attention.
“The nice thing about this machine,” Jason said almost conversationally, “is that it will make you feel like you’re being fucked over and over again, but at the end of it your pussy will still be ready for my cock.”
“Your co…” Katie didn’t finish her thought, let alone her sentence because Jason turned the intensity up still further, creating a storm of sensation inside her. Katie’s pussy had never been so thoroughly used. She felt as though she was being fucked hard and fast, hammered by an unseen cock that demanded everything from her.
Jason was watching, seemingly impassive as she gasped and writhed before him, her body captured by his devilishly ingenious contraptions. The sensations were overwhelming her objections and her rational thoughts entirely. She was no longer fully aware of being a captive, or being in the presence of an enemy. She was a woman in the throes of ecstasy, and that was more important than anything else.
She came to not one, but three orgasms, which were strung together so quickly that she almost wouldn’t have known that there were three, if it weren’t for the fact that each peak was more devastatingly powerful than the last, and just when she thought she was coming down from the endorphin high, a new barrage of excitement rushed through her loins.
Katie’s cries of pleasure began to become quite desperate as the third one hit and every muscle in her body screamed out for respite. She was glad for the medical chair and the stirrups for giving some kind of support. There was no way she could have supported herself anymore; she would have flopped onto the floor like a boneless sack of flesh.
Jason smoothed his hand over her thigh and looked down at her with his magnetic green gaze. She looked at him, emitting soft whimpers as the dildo in her pussy seemed to wind down to a low hum. He was everything in that moment. He was her tormentor. He was her lover. He was her rescuer. He was the world.
“Good, Katie,” he praised. Those two little words made a flush of warmth come over her. She almost smiled in response, but then he spoke again. “Let’s give your pussy a rest,” he said, letting the dildo slide slowly out between her puffy lips.
That sounded like a merciful thing at first, but even as he was closing and removing the speculum from her clenching vagina it was apparent that he wasn’t done with her, because he almost immediately started dabbing cool gel against the tight bud of her anus, the only part of her bottom that hadn’t been spanked hot red.
“This is mine as well,” he informed her. “Your face, your mouth, your pussy, your ass, every part of you is mine.”
She wanted to disagree, but some part of her mind was starting to believe him. He clearly believed it. He handled her as if she belonged to him, almost as if she was little more than an extension of him. His finger was beginning to probe her bottom now. If he’d tried doing that at the beginning of the procedure, she would have been tense and resistant, but she was too tired to resist him now and her anal bud soon spread around his finger, allowing him to slowly plunder her once again.
Katie was sure she couldn’t take any more, but somehow her body was still hungry for him. Her pussy, which had been taken by two of his instruments, soon began to tingle all over again, excited not by direct physical contact, but by the fact that Jason’s finger was sliding deep into her bottom with a purposefulness that strongly suggested he would not be satisfied with that single digit. She was being prepared for something else.
Her suspicions were proved correct when Jason picked up a large black butt plug complete with a wire extending from the base and pressed it against her anus. It was much, much larger than his finger had been, and though it tapered to a relatively smooth nub at the end making its entrance to her body, the flare of the device soon made her whimper for mercy.
“You’re doing well, Katie,” he praised as her eyes glazed with the beginning of tears. She did not know what one of the many strong emotions flooding her body was the cause, but she knew she was losing her grasp on her emotional control very quickly. He had taken her entirely in his sway, his manipu
lation of her physical form the beginning of a deeper connection forged by the plundering of her spread, bound, naked body.
He continued pressing the plug inside her, praising her for her acceptance of it. Half an hour earlier she would have fought him tooth and nail, but there was no room for that kind of response with her pussy flowering wetly with new need as her bottom struggled to take his plug. It seemed impossibly large, and with each urging of his fingers Katie was certain she would be unable to take it.
“You always were so tight here,” Jason said, his voice sounding almost tender, as though he were reminiscing about some dearly held memory. “But every time you were plugged, you knew you were mine. A girl with a full bottom is a girl who knows her place, isn’t she, Katie?”
Katie let out a noise that was not any kind of words. It was a primal feminine cry of submission and desperation and need and so much more. It reached a crescendo as he slid the plug home, the last quarter of an inch stretching her anus wide as the device slid into position, the flared base holding it in place.
“Good,” he noted, laying a light slap to the exposed underside of her left cheek. “Let’s see if it works, shall we?”
He reached out to a dial on a console and Katie let out a squeal as the plug began to vibrate. But not just the plug. The clamps on her nipples also began to hum with charge, stimulating two erogenous zones at the same time. There was no pain now, only a welling pleasure that made her feel desperately empty.
Her pussy. She needed something inside her. She needed him.
“Please…” she gasped.
“Please what, Katie?” There was a warmth to his voice and his eyes, which told her he knew exactly what she wanted. He was going to make her say it though.
“Please…” She squirmed in place, her spread pussy an open invitation. She could see the bulge in his pants and knew that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
His eyes lowered to follow hers. He let out a dark chuckle and lowered his zipper, allowing his cock to spring free, long and thick, a rampant display of dominant masculinity. Katie licked her lips reflexively at the sight of him, the head of his cock leaking pre-cum as he stepped forward and pressed himself briefly to the aperture of her lips.
Katie let her head fall back, her pussy clenching in anticipation of him. But although she felt his cock at her nether lips, he did not press forward. He kept in place, going nowhere as the plug in her bottom and the clamps on her nipples stirred her into a wanton frenzy.
“What… mnngg… what are you waiting for?” She panted the question.
“Beg me for my cock,” he ordered.
Katie’s eyes widened and a plaintive sound escaped her lips. Beg for him? Ask the man who had captured her and put her through erotic torment to fuck her? Could she do such a thing? Oversight’s agents didn’t give in so easily, she reminded herself. And in spite of the way her juices were coating the head of his manhood, she was still an agent. “No!”
“Yes,” he replied, keeping the tip of himself just barely at the entrance of her soaking pussy. She wanted it. Every part of her wanted it. He drew himself away a little, so she couldn’t feel him anymore, although she still fancied she could feel heat emanating from him. Her pussy was so desperate for his cock that her need for him was an almost physical thing.
But Jason was not going to give her what he’d made her so desperate for until she said the words. He amused himself in the meantime by playing with the dials of the controls, making her nipples send tingles of excitement directly to the erect bud of her clit as the butt plug started emitting more intense pulses of vibration.
Finally she had to acquiesce. “Please,” she moaned, closing her eyes as if that would make it less shameful to have been broken so easily.
“Please, what, Katie?” She heard the gravel of his voice as if it was coming from inside her own head.
“Please…” she let out a whine, unable to form the words.
“You have to ask me nicely,” he said, sliding the hot head of his cock over her clit as a reward for progress made thus far. “Ask me to please fuck your pussy.”
“Please…mmmm… please…”
The words really didn’t want to come, were stuck in her throat.
“Come on, Katie,” he cajoled. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck off…”
“So close,” he chuckled, letting the head of his cock graze gently over her flowering lips. The touch was enough to make her even more moist, fresh juices flowing out of her to coat him. “Ask me to fuck you.”
The words seemed to come from somewhere or someone else, but she heard her voice speaking. “Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me, please.”
“Good girl,” he praised, pressing his cock into the channel of her womanhood. He thrust forward in one torturously long, slow stroke, drawing a cry of pleasure from her. As her pussy stretched around him, wrapping tightly around the hard shaft, Katie knew she was lost. This was satisfaction as she could not recall ever having had before. This was the missing piece she had been secretly craving.
For the first few minutes he stroked slowly in and out of her, taking his pleasure. His expression was more rapturous than triumphant as he made the most of her tight channel. The plug was still vibrating in her well-spanked bottom, making her cunt tight as he pushed inside her over and over again. What had started as a means to break her resistance had become a source of pleasure for them both as the vibrations from the plug spread through her pussy and stimulated his cock as well.
Jason started to fuck her harder, freeing her legs from the stirrups and lifting them over his shoulders to penetrate her as deeply as possible. His cock was thick enough to make her pussy work to accommodate him, and it was long enough to brush against her cervix, adding a little ache to every stroke.
Katie was completely lost in it, her body little more than a means to pleasure. She felt as though she were melting around him, the thrusting of his flesh the only thing anchoring her to the world. He was in her so deeply and she was wrapped around him so tight that they were essentially the same thing, a creature of pure perverse pleasure.
She was no longer an agent. He was no longer an enemy. They were something else entirely, something that didn’t have a name, a creature of pure erotic energy stoking itself to a shared orgasm that was greater than either of them could contain.
“Jason!”
“Katie…” He growled her name and leaned down over her body, kissing her mouth with a rough intensity that carried with it a passion that Katie did not understand. He kissed her like a lover, his tongue teasing and taming hers with an insistence that left her completely submissive to him as she ground against him, her bare pussy grinding against his cock as an orgasm more powerful than any before it began to sweep through her, taking not just her, but him as well. As her cunt began to tremble, she felt his cock grow inside her, his seed shooting deep into her unprotected depths.
“Yesss… noooo!” Katie cried out her joy and her despair as the edges of the world began to roll up on themselves and the orgasm that had started in her genitals rode rampant through her body, briefly taking consciousness with it.
She was limp in the aftermath of the climax that had not just ripped through her body, but consumed her mind as well. She lay there, trying to return her breathing to normal as Jason gently wiped her sweat-logged body down with a warm cloth. At some point the nipple clamps had been removed and the plug slid from her bottom.
“How do you feel?” There was tenderness, curiosity, and even hope in the question.
She made a sound that might have been a word, but wasn’t. She didn’t have words anymore. Or thoughts, for that matter. All she had was a very vague sense of the world being a little more right than it had been before.
“Katie?” He leaned over her, making eye contact. “Are you alright?”
She nodded slowly. Now that it was all over, she remembered that he was her captor. She had not entirely forgotten that he was the enemy, or that she was
supposed to be ending his life. But in that moment, he seemed like something else as well. Something familiar, something she could almost put her finger on, but not quite. Her memory was obscured somehow. Every time she tried to remember what else he was, her mind seemed to go all slippery and slide past the truth.
“I can’t remember.”
“I know,” he said, brushing his hand through her hair for a brief tender moment. “But at least now you know that you can’t remember, and that’s progress.”
It didn’t feel like progress. It felt like she had been shown a locked door inside her own mind and she wasn’t sure what was behind it. She was confused, she was sore, she was lost, and she had nowhere to turn.
“You should rest,” he said. “Sleep will aid the process.”
He scooped her out of the chair and carried her back to the bed where her day had begun so roughly. This time she did not go to sleep alone. Jason laid down next to her, let her curl into the sheltering curve of his body, and wrapped an arm around her.
It was wrong. She should not have been taking succor from an enemy. She should have been ending his existence. But Katie was too exhausted inside and out to do anything but submit to sleep.
Chapter Three
When Katie woke again, it was dark and she was refreshed, but curious. It felt almost as though she was waking up with a new mind. She was still herself and yet she felt—different.
Jason was in the kitchen, cooking. The scent of seared meat made her mouth water. She stood just outside the door and watched him for a little bit. If she’d had a gun, she could have put a bullet in him and dispatched him without him knowing a thing. Instead she let her eyes trail over him, his masculine form all the more appealing for being engaged in domestic activities. His shoulders were broad and because he was still wearing a vest, she could watch the muscles in his arms moving with every little motion he made. He was so damn hard. Everything about him was unyielding, and thoroughly dangerous. Yet, somehow he had a softness for her. Why?
