by Jolene Avonn
He didn’t turn off the vibrator.
As my orgasm waned, Dr. Langley returned to the drawer and came back with two metal clips like you’d see securing a paper gown. He held them over my aching breasts and smiled cruelly.
“Time for a little more stimulation, Miss Clancy,” he said.
My head shook against the strap. I tried to turn left and right, steering my engorged tits away from the clips. Dr. Langley grabbed one deep purple orb and held me still. He lowered the clip and placed the jagged teeth around my nipple.
“I guarantee you’ll feel a bit of a pinch,” he whispered, bending down to lick my stiff peak with a swirling lash of his tongue.
As soon as Dr. Langley straightened he released the clip, snapping it shut in a cruel instant.
The pain was immediate and blinding. I threw myself into the straps and bucked against the vibrations still pounding my cunt. The mix of pleasure and hurt began to intoxicate me. The electric pulses ran in two directions — from the wand between my legs up to my breasts, and from the harsh clip back down. My body rolled in rhythm, clenching when the doctor clamped my other nipple, arching under the shock of a rapidly building second climax.
Dr. Langley stood at the foot of the table again, gripping my thigh and squeezing as he watched me thrash on the table. The next orgasm hit seconds later, freezing me momentarily and then sending me into violent paroxysms. He disappeared again, leaving me desperate and soaking wet and aching, and once more I heard instruments rustling in the drawer. I couldn’t stop staring at the metal clips shaking above my breasts, glinting in the fluorescent light and biting me more each time I let out a rough, panting breath.
Dr. Langley leaned over me and flashed a bright scalpel.
“Wouldn’t it be a shame if we had to operate today?” he said, grinning.
This time I froze, for real, afraid to move another inch even as the vibrator nestled against my clit and drummed it until I only felt wet white heat between my legs.
Dr. Langley placed the scalpel’s blade on my skin and drifted all around, tormenting me with the hint of razor-sharp horror. He trailed over my breasts, flicking at the clips so they tugged even harder on my pinched nipples. He moved down my belly to my navel, and most cruelly, all around my sex. He made tiny shaving motions, trimming tufts of my pubic hair and brushing it aside. He held the scalpel’s cold metal handle against my thigh and pressed in, deep enough that it left an impression when he moved on to trail the blade’s point over my quivering nipples.
I couldn’t watch anymore. I closed my eyes and shook as the cool metal feathered the threat of blood all over me.
Finally, he relented. He set the scalpel aside and brushed a hand over my cheek.
“Just a test,” the doctor said. “For Christ’s sake, hold yourself together. We’re hardly halfway done.”
He returned to the lever and cranked my legs open enough for the vibrator to fall into his hand. I let out a huge sigh as the machine’s hum pulled away from my raw pussy. Dr. Langley flicked the vibrator off, unscrewed the wet rubber oval, and attached a narrower, longer piece to the head. He’d brought over a small tube of lubricant, and after he’d squeezed a thin line of clear gel on to his gloved fingers, he coated the vibrator’s new piece with a shiny layer of slickness.
“You probably didn’t imagine something like this would happen today, hmm?” Dr. Langley said casually.
“Mmm-nnhh.” I turned my entire body right to left in an emphatic gesture of “No.”
“Are you enjoying it so far?”
I paused, staring at the ceiling as I considered his question. My body still trembled from the powerful orgasms. My breasts pulsed with sharp flashes of pain that had me in a constant state of tension. The doctor’s hand found my cunt and rubbed me gently, swirling over my drenched lips and thumbing my clit until I had to answer him.
I couldn’t believe that I wanted more.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned, chewing my panties in frustration. “Mm-hmmm!”
“Is that a yes?” Dr. Langley pressed firmly on my clit until I squealed affirmations. He further opened my legs until he could sit comfortably between, adding, “Well, then you’ll certainly like this next procedure.”
He reached to the floor and picked up a small dish of water, which he set on my belly. The dish was warm. I had to concentrate on keeping still to avoid spilling it. Then, to my surprise, he leaned forward, his face only inches from my pussy, and unbuckled the strap running below my tits as well as the thin leather holding my head down.
“You may sit up now, Miss Clancy, but don’t try to remove the bindings or clips on your breasts.”
I rubbed my arms and cradled my breasts for a moment, caressing them to ease the throbbing pain. I balanced the bowl on my lap and slowly pushed myself up. I grunted as my tits hung heavy and full, still held wrapped at the base by tight rubber.
Dr. Langley reached up and tugged my panties from my mouth.
“Oh my god!” I moaned. I sucked in a huge gulp of air. “Why are you doing this? Oh fuck it feels good but it hurts so much.”
“It’s all part of my system of tests,” Dr. Langley explained, smiling at me from between my knees. “You’ll have to trust me. If you don’t make it through the basic exams, I don’t think I’ll be able to help you with your little — and very tight — problem.”
“Jesus,” I croaked. I cupped my breasts to give them a tiny bit of support. My pussy ached, needing to be fucked. That was the only way to explain it. Every spasm of the muscles in my cunt was a cry for the doctor’s thick cock.
“We’re ready for the next stage.” The doctor placed an orange disposable razor in the bowl. He produced a can of shaving cream and directed me to open my palm.
“This is to get you cleaned up,” he said softly. “Miss Clancy, please shave yourself when I tell you to begin.”
I was so worn out at that point that I complied without questioning the doctor. I held out my hand and he foamed a small mound of thick cream into my palm. I picked up the bowl with the other hand and waited, slumped over with my breasts still squeezed at odd angles in front of me.
Dr. Langley turned the vibrator on again. He slid his hand under my ass and pinched a cheek uncomfortably until I had to lift slightly and tilt myself toward him.
I thought he was going for my pussy. His fingertip pushed in the tender skin between my cunt and ass, trailing down until he circled my tight pucker.
I gasped and almost dropped the bowl.
“Now, now,” Dr. Langley said. “Don’t act surprised. You came here to lose your virginity. Completely. This is all part of the plan for training a virgin whore, Miss Clancy.”
He pushed in past my first ring of tight muscle smoothly, taking my breath away. My ass clenched on him and I squeaked in surprise. He drove in to his second knuckle and then withdrew.
That’s when the vibrator’s narrow tip made contact. Dr. Langley inserted the slippery, buzzing nub and slowly but surely buried the first three inches of the device in my ass.
“Ohhhhh goddammit fuck,” I moaned.
“Do you like that, Liz?” the doctor asked. “You appear to be growing wet again.”
I clamped my eyes shut and my face twisted into a grimace. I didn’t want to admit what I felt…the vibrator in my ass felt amazing.
“I do, I do,” I said, finally relenting.
“What do you like, exactly?”
“I like that thing in my ass,” I said quickly. “I like how you’re fucking my ass, doctor.”
He pumped the vibrator in and out as I shook on the table.
“Good,” he said. “Now you may begin.”
I opened my eyes quickly in surprise.
“Now?”
“Yes. Shave your pussy for me right now, like a good little slut. That’s the only way you’ll get those clips off, Liz.”
I lurched forward, my hips rocking slightly as the doctor fucked me, and swirled the razor in the bowl. I’d never tried shaving myself b
efore — all I’d done was take a small pair of scissors to the light patch of hair and snip until everything was soft and contained, just like I had that very morning.
Dr. Langley drove the vibrator deeper into my ass, making me squirm and grunt in pleasure. I could feel the thin humming rod in my depths, behind my cunt’s trembling tunnel, and the steady thrum filled both holes with an endless stream of pleasure. I’m sure the Dr. Langley could see ample and creamy evidence of this oozing from my pussy.
“Kinky slut, aren’t you Miss Clancy?” he said, his lips curving into an appreciative smile.
“Yes sir,” I said, and deep down inside, I meant it. As I began to spread the foamy cream around the hair above my sex, the sudden rush of all the combined sensations made me surge with lust.
Once I had every last hair covered, I flipped the razor so the handle faced away from me and brought the blades to my skin. My body hummed with the vibrator in my depths. It was so, so hard to concentrate. Steadying myself with another deep breath, I pulled the razor down in a smooth stroke, curving around the right side of my pussy before lifting for another pass.
I paused to admire the soft pink rectangle of skin peeking out from the ridges of shaving cream. My flesh rippled from the vibrator’s frantic work, the tight waves rolling up to my belly and making precision difficult. I continued the short, careful strokes, curving and swirling to ensure I didn’t threaten the puffy folds of my labia, still bright pink and swollen from the stimulation and new pulses of arousal.
Dr. Langley pushed the vibrator in and out of my ass at a steady pace while I shaved. He watched in silence, glancing between my trembling holes and my deft hand.
“How does it feel?” he said when I was almost finished.
“It feels good,” I said softly, shaking the razor in the water. “I like how smooth the skin is, and how everything seems magnified when I touch it.” I had trouble getting the words out. Every time the doctor pushed deeper into my ass I made a guttural, harsh noise.
Dr. Langley handed me a soft cloth. I dipped it in the water and then wiped myself clean, taking special care to press the warm cloth against my sex and enjoy the heavy heat of my hand.
When I was done, my mound gleamed smooth and wonderful under the doctor’s gaze. My lips seemed to push out even more, my pussy eager and deep pink now, the skin around it so soft that it begged to be stroked.
I couldn’t help it — as the vibrator surged in and out of my ass, I let my fingers trail along each side of my pussy, touching all around the slippery shaved areas.
“Rub that pussy,” the doctor whispered.
“Yes sir,” I moaned. I pressed my palm flat on my sex and rubbed up and down until slurping sounds escaped my drenched lips.
“More,” he demanded. “Faster, slut. Show me how you finger fucked yourself last night when you were thinking about me. Show me!”
“Yes, doctor,” I said. I drove my slim index finger inside until I could feel the vibrator below. “Uhn-nnnhhh.” It hurt to stretch the most delicate inner walls but I pushed on, fucking myself as if Dr. Langley was ramming me with his cock. I rubbed and fucked, rubbed and fucked, until I came again, gushing a small stream of clear fluid that splashed on the table and dripped to the floor.
“Oh I’m sorry I’m sorry,” I whimpered, barely able to speak.
“You should be,” Dr. Langley said. “You’re very lucky that I’m going to let you release those clips.” He rolled back slowly in the chair and took the vibrator from my ass is one smooth motion.
I scrambled to free my breasts. My slippery fingers couldn’t grab the clips at first, sliding off and pulling on my nipple until I yelped. Finally, I yanked the clips free and dropped them on the floor. I wept in relief as my nipples throbbed in the cool air, free from the alligator teeth, and without asking permission I began to pull on the rubber tubing that had my tits so distorted and discolored.
Dr. Langley grabbed my wrists.
“Enough,” he said. He slashed expertly with his scalpel and the tubing snapped free.
My breasts dropped to their natural position on my chest, pulled and squeezed taut no more, and I felt strong pulses of blood throb where the bindings had left deep red lines.
“Thank you, thank you doctor,” I said. I was staggered by the flood of relief. My body relaxed immediately and I slumped back on the table. Dr. Langley unstrapped my legs and let me curl on my side. He knelt by my head and stroked my cheek, whispering softly.
“What, do you think this is over?” he said.
“I…I hope so, sir,” I said.
“We haven’t even done the oral exam yet,” he whispered, leaning in close and warming my neck with his breath. “Stay here for a moment, Miss Clancy.”
I was so weary. My hips and cunt and belly twitched with random spasms, the aftershocks of so many climaxes in such a short period of time. I clutched the tiny pillow and faced the wall, hiccuping out soft moans and listening as Dr. Langley rummaged through jars on the counter and walked briskly back to my side.
“Roll over,” he said, gripping my ass hard and squeezing until his nails dug in.
I didn’t move.
The hand left my ass and settled on my shoulder. “Do you want the stirrups again?”
I still didn’t move.
Dr. Langley let out a long sigh. He set something on the stool at the foot of the table and then paused.
I waited. I could hear him breathing.
Suddenly, he had me by the wrists. I cried out as he pulled me up and spun me around on the table, tipping my head toward the wet, creamy circle I’d left moments earlier. He shoved me down on my back so my head sagged off the edge and the slickness coated the back of my neck. Then he jerked my hands into the stirrups and lashed them tight. I was backwards on the table, bound awkwardly with my arms aiming up and to the sides, and before I could kick my legs twice Dr. Langley used the main table strap to tie my midsection down again. The heavy leather went right over my thighs like a vice-grip.
“Why?” I begged, seeing the room upside-down and struggling to breathe as the stirrups stretched my arms wide apart.
“Because you didn’t fucking listen,” the doctor growled. “Now you’ll have to learn why that’s so important, won’t you?”
He reached down and grabbed my jaw roughly. Three gloved fingers pushed into my mouth and held there, twisting and probing severely. They were replaced by a stack of tongue depressors at least twenty thick. The soft wood filled my mouth and Dr. Langley pushed the sticks inside until I gagged and flopped on the table.
“Learning yet?” he said.
“Mmm-hnnnhh!” I moaned, nodding furiously.
Dr. Langley kept sliding the spit-drenched wooden sticks in and out of my mouth, repeating the entire time: “All. You. Had. To. Do. Was. Turn. Over!”
He threw the depressors aside. I heard the quick zip of his fly and saw the fluorescent light above blocked out by his thick cock. The doctor held my face steady, hooking his thumbs into my cheeks and spreading them, and shoved his cockhead between my quivering lips.
“How’s that?” he said, knowing I couldn’t reply. He slid his cock in and out rapidly, less than half of his length fitting before he bumped my throat. By this time I was beyond gagging — I held his girth when I could and coughed for air when breath wouldn’t come.
Dr. Langley released my head and growled his approval when I took over, working my mouth on his cock as best I could. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed in rhythm with the frantic, sloppy blowjob. I watched his thighs flex and tremble as I sucked hard on his shaft and tongued his slick head, tasting the sticky salty drops of pre-cum as they seeped out.
Now that the shock had worn off, I was getting worked up over the doctor’s oral punishment. He twisted and tugged my sore nipples until I started fucking my hips against the strap, once more craving his thick cock in every hole I had.
I moaned for him. Writhed for him. Threw my pussy off the table for him. Anything I could to prove I
could handle his treatment. The doctor’s breath grew harsh. His balls slapped against my forehead wildly as he redoubled his efforts. But just as I felt his shaft surge with a hint of climax, he pushed down on my chest, arched his hips back, and staggered away.
“Not yet,” he gasped. And in that moment, I knew I had him. He’d have to fuck me. He couldn’t let me leave without it. I could hear the yearning in his voice.
I watched with my head still lolling off the edge of the table as Dr. Langley paced around the room twice. He clumsily stuffed his cock back into his pants, where I could still see a thick bulge down the right leg.
He returned to the table and slowly unstrapped me from my reverse stirrup bindings. He shoved me back up on to the table and sneered.
“Clean yourself up while I go over your results. When I come back I’ll take care of you one way or another. That’s a promise.”
He tossed me a light brown woolen blanket and before I could say anything, he stalked from the room.
I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and eased down from the table. My legs felt like they were made of Jell-O. My ass was starting to ache from the vibrator and my thighs dripped sweat and come. My nipples twinged as the wool scratched them, but my body was still so aroused that it didn’t matter.
I found some sanitary wipes on the counter. I swept the cool, wet papery fabric over my thighs and breasts, flinching as the alcohol evaporated and left me tingly and extra sensitive.
After that, I sat in the doctor’s chair and waited for my results.
~~~
Dr. Langley returned with a clipboard. He leaned against the counter and studied it, flipping a page and scratching a quick note. It’s crazy to confess this now, but at the time I was worried that he’d found something wrong with me.
He rubbed his eyes, sounding resigned when he finally spoke.
“Good news or bad news first?”
