When I got a look at the script Sal gave me, I about died. I marched right into his office the next day, seething with righteous indignation.

“What the fuck?” I threw the script on his desk. “I’m not doing this.”

Sal smiled, shark-like. “You’ll do what the fuck I tell you, ya fucking fag.”

“But, Sal…”

“Shut your yap.” Sal stood up. His lumpy bald head almost brushed the ceiling. He glowered at me. “Filming for Bad Medicine started this morning. And you’re late. You get your queer ass over to wardrobe right the fuck now, an’ I better not hear no more complaints from you.”

I started to protest. Sal frowned, puckering his unibrow. I shut up, snatched up my script, and backed out the door.

Salazar Domingo was owner and chief scriptwriter for Domingo Productions. Six-foot eight of massively muscled, butt-ugly brute. He scared the bejesus out of me. Word on the street was he got booted out of the New Jersey mob for being queer. I could believe he’d been some mob boss’s muscle. I’d seen the messy results of a mere actor like me disagreeing with him. That’s the main reason I try not to.

I sulked my way down the hall from Sal’s office to wardrobe, feeling sorry for myself. How the hell did I go from carefree college student to actor in the worst gay porn films ever made?

“Greed, Jimmy,” I muttered to myself. “Greed and curiosity. Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

I tried to nip that line of thought in the bud. No use dwelling on it. Of course, whenever you try not to think about something, it automatically hijacks your brain. So I thought about it, for about the fifty-thousandth time. Wallowing in self-pity never actually helped, but it did make me feel better.

My boyfriend was the one who’d told me about the auditions for a gay porno by a new studio that had just opened here in Atlanta. That was nearly a year ago. If I’d known he’d not only get me stuck in this crap outfit, but dump me as well, I’d have kicked his overly swishy ass. At the time, though, I was pretty strapped for cash, and the idea of being in a movie, even a porno, was tempting. I could do one film, earn enough to pay the next semester’s tuition, and forget about it. Domingo Productions obviously wasn’t a big player, so the odds of anyone I knew getting hold of the film were remote.

How we delude ourselves when we’re broke, huh? I should’ve known when I first met Sal that he’d have me by the balls one way or another. I could’ve sworn the contract I signed didn’t say anything about more than one film. But when I refused to do a second, Sal pointed right at the clause that said, plain as day, that I agreed to make a total of twenty films for Domingo Productions. Twenty, I kid you not. I still don’t know how the hell he did it. What a way to learn you should always keep a copy of the contract.

Sal’s demanding schedule eventually forced me right out of school. It pissed me off beyond belief that I had to quit college to star in pornos. Maybe if I had sucked (so to speak) in the first one, Sal wouldn’t have made me do more. Unfortunately, I exhibited a talent for sucking cock and getting fucked up the ass, and looking good while doing it. So Sal not only roped me into more of his mind-bogglingly awful films, but he made me star in them, too.

Damn my exquisite good looks and enormous cock, anyhow. Ha.

Wardrobe was packed with people in various states of undress, smoking and talking while they got their make-up and costumes on. Someone had put Placebo on the CD player, adding to the chaotic atmosphere. I squirmed my way through the press of bodies toward the sour-faced old woman who distributed the costumes.

“Hi, Harriet. You’re looking lovely today.” I gave her a sunny smile.

She grunted. “Whatcha got?”

I looked down at the grubby papers in my hand. “Jack Auf,” I told her. I managed to keep a straight face, too. Go me.

Harriet’s permanent scowl didn’t budge. She handed me a thin hospital gown made of blue cloth. “This is for the exam scene. What you got on’ll do for the other scenes.”

I took the gown. At least I didn’t see any visible come stains, which in this outfit is saying something. “Harriet, you’re a robot, aren’t you? C’mon, you can tell me.”

She raised her eyebrows and grunted twice, the corner of her mouth twitching just a little. For her, that was raucous laughter. I grinned at her and headed over to get my make-up done. At least that wasn’t going to be much, thank God.

I waved at my friend Derek across the room. He waved back and tottered over, swaying precariously in white stiletto heels. His shaved, stocking-clad legs stuck out from under a white nurse’s dress that barely covered his ass. A nurse’s cap perched on top of his head. His shoulder-length hair was dyed bright red and styled into an honest-to-God Jackie O flip. Blobs of spunk clung to his hair and face. I couldn’t help laughing, he looked so ridiculous.

“Ha fuckin’ ha, Jimmy.” He glared at me.

“Sorry.” I put on my best fake serious face. “I’m betting you’re in Bad Medicine too, huh?”

“Yeah. Just got done sucking off the doctor.” Derek snorted. “I swear, these things are getting worse by the day. You read the whole script yet?”

“Yeah. Bigger piece of crap than usual, even.”

“No kidding. So what’s your part?”

His dark eyes glittered with amusement. He already knew—he just wanted me to have to say it. Bastard.

“Jack Auf,” I said between gritted teeth.

Derek howled with laughter. I waited patiently for him to calm down. It took a few minutes.

“You done?” I crossed my arms and scowled at him.

“For now.” He grinned. “Hey, I’m Nurse Cocks, for fuck’s sake. We’ve all got dumb-ass porno flick names, Jimbo. Don’t let it bug you. At least you don’t have to wear a fucking dress.”

He wandered off. I sat and pouted while the girl with all the jewelry in her face did my make-up. When she was finished, I studied myself in the mirror. I looked fucking amazing. Not for the first time, I wondered what the hell she was doing here. She was way too good for this shit-hole outfit. The make-up she’d put on me was subtle, but it turned my plain blue eyes aqua and gave my normally ghostly skin a golden glow. With my hair falling in shiny black spirals around my face and neck, I looked awfully damn pretty. I stuck my tongue out at my reflection, then got up to make room for the next actor in line.

We had about half of the no-sex scenes done by mid-afternoon. It only took an hour to get done with the set-up scene for the first exam. God, it sucked bad. The writing, the set, the costumes, everything. It all sucked big, hairy donkey balls. I mean, come on, who the hell goes to the doctor because they can’t feel their prostate? But this is what Sal The Script Writer expected an audience to swallow. So to speak. It was all I could do to get through the scene without rolling my eyes and/or cracking up.

The only thing that didn’t suck was the guy playing Dr. Dick Johnson. Damn, he was hot. Long, dark brown hair tied in a ponytail, great big stormy gray eyes, lips just like Brad Pitt’s. And not even the long white lab coat could hide that ripped body. No beer gut hung over those navy blue dress slacks. And something told me he wouldn’t act like he’d rather be watching the Braves lose the World Series while he was fucking me. I found myself wondering what he’d looked like not so long ago, with Derek’s lips wrapped around his cock.

After the scene wrapped, he came up to me, smiling like a used car salesman, grabbed my hand and pumped it hard. I smiled back, a little overwhelmed by his energy.

“Great scene, man,” he enthused. “Really, really great.”

I gaped at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He laughed. “Well, yeah. Sucked, didn’t it?”

“You know it. Everything but us. We rocked, dude.” I stuck my hand out. “Jim Holderman.”

“Todd Jerome.” He took my hand and we shook. “And if you ever call me Manley, I’ll hurt you.”

We both laughed. The director, George, had introduced us by our screen names. He always did that. It annoyed the crap out of everyone. I’d always thought my screen name was the worst I’d ever heard. Billy Boner, can you believe that? Sal’s idea, of course. He came up with all of them. But Todd’s left mine in the dust. I think it’s a testament to my acting abilities that I did not collapse into hysterical laughter when George introduced ‘Manley Tool’.

“You just start here?” I started pulling off my clothes, to change into the hospital gown. No dressing rooms on set. Classy, huh? “I haven’t seen you around before.”

“This is my first film with Domingo. I did a couple out in California before I moved here.”

“Seriously? Don’t take this wrong, but why aren’t you still out there? That’s where the biggest studios are. I mean, like, real movie studios, not porno ones.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t want to work for those. I like doing pornos. Just couldn’t keep up with the cost of living on what I made, so I moved back here.”

Those smoky eyes watched me as I stood there in my black Wal-Mart underwear. Looked to me like he appreciated the view. I flexed a little before slipping into that uber-sexy hospital gown. “So are you from here originally? You said you moved back here.”

“Yep. Georgia boy, born and raised. You?”

“Sure enough. Lived in Atlanta all my life.”

“Well, I guess that proves my theory that Georgia boys are the hottest.” He gave me a smile that was downright filthy. My cock perked right up. I imagined Harriet naked and it slunk back down again. “Gotta say, Jim, I’m kind of looking forward to the exam scene.”

He moved closer, and my underwear promptly got tighter. I thanked my lucky stars for that stupid gown. Who knew I could still get turned on from just a look? Surprise, surprise.

“Oh. Oh, yeah? Me too.” I was going for cool, but it sounded more like desperate-for-cock.

“Good.” He put a hand on my hip. Oh. Oh, damn. “Can’t wait to play with your ass. I just came all over Derek’s face, so I can work you for a long time before I have to come again.”

Oh, sweet Jesus. My knees went all wobbly. “Um. Oh. Okay.” Smooth, that’s me.

He laughed. I couldn’t blame him. Here I was, a porn actor with seven films under my belt, acting like a high school virgin.

I was immensely relieved to hear George yell for us to get on set. Just because I was about to get my ass probed in front of a room full of people and a couple of cameras didn’t mean I wanted everyone to know how easily Todd could turn me on.

“All right, Billy,” George said. “Get up on the table there. Manley, you’re entering stage right, okay?”

“Got it.” Todd winked at me and headed off to the sidelines while I hopped up on the paper-covered exam table. It looked like a real one. I wondered idly where the hell they’d found it. A stagehand brought me a tube of Astro-Glide, and I lubed up while the crew scrambled into place.

“All right,” George yelled. “You boys know the script. Let’s get this done, I gotta meet my girlfriend for dinner in an hour and a half.” He held up a hand. The room went quiet. Or as quiet as it ever got. “And. Action.”

I put on my Concerned Patient face and clasped my hands together in my lap, knees demurely together and ankles crossed. Todd opened the door in the set wall and came strolling towards me. Goddamn, that man could move. I thought frantically of quadratic equations, and my dick deflated again. Not yet, I told it. Behave. It refused to promise me anything.

“Jack Auf?” Todd said, keeping his serious face on and ignoring the snickering of the crew. “I’m Dr. Johnson.”

He held his hand out. I shook it. “Hi, doctor. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”

“Nurse Cocks said you sounded very worried on the phone.”

He smiled a dazzling smile at me. I smiled back, trying to make it sexy the way the script said rather than the way it felt, which was just goofy.

“Now what seems to be the problem?” Todd sat down on the rolling stool and peered at me in fake professional concern.

“Well, doctor,” I said, “It … it’s a little embarrassing, actually.”

He put a hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. I didn’t think that was in the script. “No need to be embarrassed. I’m a doctor. You can tell me.”

Todd actually made that line sound sexy. Damn.

“Okay.” I leaned forward a little. “I can’t get any pleasure from my prostate. I know it’s supposed to feel really good when it’s stimulated, but I can’t feel a thing.”

Todd nodded. “I see.”

“Is it serious, doctor?”

“I doubt it. But we’ll need to do a thorough exam. Lie back on the table, and let’s have a look.”

I lay down with my hands behind my head. Todd snapped on a pair of latex gloves. He pulled my gown up, and then slid my underwear down over my hips.

“What are you doing now, doctor?” I said.

“If we are to solve your problem, we need to find out what sexually arouses you, and what doesn’t.” He picked up my dick in one gloved hand and gave it a tug, then lightly stroked the head with his thumb. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” Which was true.

He rolled my balls in his fingers. “How about that?”

“Yes, that feels good too.” Boy, did it ever.

“I see.” He pulled my underwear the rest of the way off. “Spread your legs.”

I did. He slipped a finger into my slicked-up asshole and wiggled it around. My cock liked that a lot.

“How about that?” he asked. “Does that feel good?”

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. Good thing that’s what the script said, because I couldn’t help it. “Feels real good.”

“Your hole is way too tight. We need to loosen it up.” He pulled his finger out of my butt and hit the fake intercom button. The cheapo wall nearly fell over. “Nurse Cocks, could you come in here, please? Bring the anal loosening kit.”

I bit the insides of my cheeks to keep from cracking up. George gave me a fierce frown. I ignored George, and made a scared-but-turned-on face for the camera.

Derek came swaying through the door, carrying a black plastic doctor’s bag that may as well have had Fisher-Price stamped on the side. He smirked at me when he saw how hard I already was. I glared at him.

“Here’s the kit, doctor.” Derek held up the bag.

“Thank you, nurse. Please help Mr. Auf get in position.”

Derek winked as he bent down over me. “Just slide down toward the end of the table, okay?”

“Okay.” I slid down until my ass almost hung over the edge. My gown rode up to my armpits. Derek slid it up my arms, leaving it wrapped around my wrists.

It’s usually a huge chore for me to get it up for these scenes, but the mental image of myself naked on the table with my arms essentially bound above my head made my crotch ache. Probably because it was Todd about to “examine” me, and Todd flipped every fucking switch I had.

“All right,” Todd said. “Let’s get you spread. Feet in the stirrups.”

I put my feet in the stirrups Todd had unfolded from the end of the table. He and Derek adjusted them to open my legs wide. I looked down my body. My cock had already oozed a little puddle of pre-come into my belly button. Usually getting it up was the problem for me. This time, it looked like holding off orgasm might be the problem. George would kill me if I fucked up the money shot.

“Nurse,” Todd said from his spot between my legs, “put the cock ring on him.”

“Yes, doctor.” Derek pulled a black leather cock ring out of the bag. He slipped it down my shaft, pulled my balls through, and adjusted the fit to the perfect snugness.

I had to swallow a couple of times before I could say the next line. “What’s that for, doctor?”

“To keep you hard until I complete my examination. You can’t come until we find out what activities give you sexual pleasure.”

“I understand. What will you do to me now?”

“I’m going to stretch your asshole,” Todd said, his Doctor Voice dead perfect in spite of the lustful shine in his eyes.

I licked my lips, making the movement slow and sensuous. “Will it hurt?”

“A little.” He held out a hand toward Derek. “Ass spreader, please, nurse.”

Derek took something that looked like a cross between a socket wrench and an apple corer out of the black bag, squirted a big blob of lube on it, and handed it to Todd. I stared at the thing. My cheeks went hot.

Todd’s big, pretty eyes stayed locked on my face as he slowly pushed the curved metal into my ass. It felt weird: cold, and heavy, and bigger than it looked. He did something I couldn’t see. The thing expanded. I let out a little gasp at the sharp, hot stretch.

“Do you like having that spreader up your ass?” Todd did the whatever-it-was again. The thing expanded more, and I moaned loudly. “Does it feel good?”

“Ah, yeah. Open my ass.” Christ, how cheesy is that? I didn’t give a fuck. I probably would’ve said it anyhow.

Todd gave me a big, lustful grin. George didn’t scream bloody murder, so I figured the camera must be on my hole. Probably a tight close-up. Not that I was thinking that clearly. Especially when Todd stuck a couple of fingers in me and gently massaged my prostate. Instinct took over, and I writhed on the table, hips lifting up, trying to find some friction.

“Cut!” George stood up from his chair, red-faced and frowning. “Billy, you’re not supposed to feel it, you moron!”

It actually took me a second to realize he was talking to me. After a year of being Billy Boner, I normally answered to Billy as easily as I did to Jim. Funny how one insanely hot man could make me forget my own fake name.

“Yeah,” I gasped. “Sorry.”

George grunted. “Again! Places! And … action!”

Todd stuck his fingers in my ass again, finding the little gland easily. Bastard. He didn’t have to do that—he just liked watching me squirm. This time I managed to keep my reactions in check.

“Do you feel that?” Todd asked, serious as a fucking heart attack. Damned if he wasn’t actually a pretty good actor.

“N-no,” I stammered. Any idiot could tell I did. Fuck it. Anyone who expects high quality acting in a porno deserves what they get.

“Hmmm.” Todd’s brows drew together. He pulled his fingers out of me, then tugged the “ass spreader” out too. “I think your problem is that your prostate isn’t sensitized. It hasn’t been switched on, for lack of a better expression.”

God, what a load of crap. I didn’t give a fuck, for once.

“What can I do?” I managed to sound coherent. Hell, I thought, I can be a pretty goddamn good actor too, sometimes. Who knew?

“What I think we should do,” Todd said, “is try to make your prostate more sensitive. We can do that right now.”

“How?”

“The anal loosening kit contains several instruments which should be helpful. At the same time, Nurse Cocks and I will stimulate you in other ways. That should send the message to your prostate to switch on and make you feel sexual pleasure. It will probably take several sessions to get to that point. When you can come just from getting fucked in the ass, we’ll know we succeeded.”

I gave him my best seductive look. “And how do we find that out, doctor?”

“Well, it will be my duty as your doctor to fuck your ass until you come.”

Oh, boy. My cock didn’t give a shit that it was a stupid porno movie line. It promptly swelled even more.

Derek nudged my hip. I looked up at him, feeling dazed and stupid. Line, he mouthed at me, cutting his eyes to George. Oh, yeah—I was supposed to be saying something.

“Um. Yeah, doctor. Make my ass feel good.”

Derek snickered under his breath. I didn’t, for once. I’d uttered too many variations on that line to count, but this was the first time I meant it. The thought of Todd sticking sex toys up my butt made my skin feel tight and tingly.

Todd’s latex covered hands spread my ass cheeks wide. “Your hole looks a little looser now,” he said. “Nurse, hand me the smallest dildo.”

“Yes, doctor.” Derek pulled a slender, bright blue dildo out the bag. He winked at me as he handed it to Todd. I discreetly flipped him off.

Todd slid the toy inside me. It went in easily. I barely felt it. I moaned anyway. People love the sound effects.

“Mmm. That’s nice.” Todd’s voice sounded rough. He moved the thing in and out of me a few times, watching my face. “Nurse. Pinch his nipples.”

“Yes, doctor.” Derek sashayed over to stand behind my head, reached down, and plucked both of my nipples. “How does that feel, sir?”

I licked my lips. “Feels nice. Yeah, harder. Twist them.”

Derek pulled and twisted. Electricity zinged over my skin. He twisted harder and I let out a sharp cry of pain. Derek gave me a horribly fake concerned look. “I’m sorry, does that hurt you?”

“Yeah,” I panted. “Do it again.”

That wasn’t in the script. Evidently ad-libbing was okay, though, because George didn’t make a peep. Derek grinned at me, bent over, and sank his teeth into my nipple. He tugged hard, stretching the little nub of flesh. I howled and arched against his mouth.

“Pain turns you on,” Todd observed. “Good.”

I didn’t have time to wonder what the fuck that meant. I felt the blue dildo being removed and something else taking its place. My hole stretched wide, then closed again. The same thing happened three more times before my lust-fuzzed brain realized that Todd was filling my butt with anal beads. Extra large anal beads, if the feel was any indication. He gave the string a sharp tug, one bead popped free, and I lost it.

“Oh … oh yeah … God, yes, oh…” I have no idea to this day if that was anywhere close to the right line or not. I didn’t care anymore. Pure sensation had me in its grip, and all I could do was ride it.

I’ll say this for George: he might be a lousy director for a lousy, low-rent gay porn studio, but he knows when to shut up and let it happen. He kept quiet when Derek bent and kissed me, fingers still tugging at my nipples. He remained silent when Todd dropped to his knees and started sucking my balls and pulling on the anal beads. Everybody, including George, knows that true passion in a porn flick is as rare as it is arousing. He kept his mouth shut and the cameras rolling while I moaned and shook under the sweet torture of hands and mouths and toys.

My control had just about unraveled completely when Todd stood up suddenly and yanked the whole string of beads free with one hard pull. The feeling was beyond description. I let out a long wail, muffled by Derek’s tongue in my mouth.

“Give me the plug,” Todd growled.

Derek straightened up. He looked dazed, eyes hot and hazy, lips swollen. “Y-yes … um, yes, doctor.” He reached for the black bag with shaky hands.

I took a peek at my chest while Derek pulled a great big butt plug out of the bag and squirted lube all over it. My nipples were a dark, angry red, swollen and hard. I had time to think vaguely that they’d probably be black and blue in few hours. Then Todd pushed that fucking huge toy up my ass and my brain quit working.

“Oooooooohhhhhhhh,” I moaned. “Fuck … Oh, fuck, yeah … Fuck, yeah!”

“Feels good?” Todd twisted the thing inside me and I about fell off the table.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” I bucked my hips. “Suck my cock.”

Todd’s eyes gleamed. “Yes, I think I will.” He glanced up at Derek. “Nurse?”

“Yes, doctor?” A tiny corner of my brain noticed that Derek was staring at my bruised nipples and stroking himself. Something about that turned me on even more.

“Get on his face,” Todd ordered.

Oh, hell, yes. Todd gave me a thoroughly evil smile. Derek tore his dress off and climbed onto the table, straddling my face so that his ass hovered right over my mouth. How Todd knew I liked giving a rim job, I have no clue. But he obviously did. Fine by me. I shucked off the gown that still clung to my wrists, clamped my hands on Derek’s hipbones, and went happily to work.

I felt Todd and Derek shift forward at the same time. Two hot, wet mouths closed over my cock and balls. God, it felt good. I dug my fingers into Derek’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide to give me better access to his hole. His moans vibrated against my balls as I licked and tongue-fucked his asshole. I could hear the cameramen scurrying around trying to capture all the action. I didn’t know or care how far we’d strayed from the script, but it didn’t matter. Even through the lust scrambling my brains, I knew we were putting on one hell of a hot scene.

I had Derek right on the edge by the time Todd moved. Todd sat up, and Derek followed his lead. His legs were shaking. I was so dazed, I actually grabbed Derek’s ass and tried to pull him back down.

Todd laughed. “Turn over on your stomach.”

Derek sat back on his heels to give me room to move. I rolled over, letting my legs hang off the end of the table. Todd pulled the butt plug out of me, leaned over, and licked up between my shoulder blades.

“Ready to get fucked, Mr. Auf?” he rasped in my ear.

“Uh,” I grunted, and pushed my butt against his crotch. That was about as coherent as I could get at the moment. I felt Todd smile.

Rustles and clinks sounded behind me as Todd shed his clothes. Then his fingers spread me open, and he shoved his cock deep inside me. I let out a long, shuddering cry. God, his prick up my ass felt so fucking great.

“Suck his dick,” Todd ordered.

That suited me just fine. I pulled Derek’s hips toward me and gulped his cock right down.

“Ah, yeah. Yeah, suck that cock.” Derek’s best porn star voice. He was always on. I would’ve laughed if my mouth hadn’t been full. Derek clenched both fists in my hair and fucked my mouth deep.

Two cocks at once, and the one up my ass was attached to the finest man I’d ever laid eyes on. Who cared about the camera crew and the lights, and all the guys who’d eventually jack off to this scene? Not me. I was in heaven.

Todd pulled out of me just as his cock started to swell and pulse against my hole. For a second, I couldn’t figure out why. Then I remembered. Had to have that come shot on film, and there was no way to film him shooting inside my ass. Yet.

I didn’t want to think about that too hard.

“Come on his back, doctor. Yeah, yeah. Shoot your hot load on him.” Derek the Porn Star strikes again. I stuck a finger up his ass, and his porn-star speech disintegrated into porn-star moaning. He pulled out of my mouth and started jerking his cock hard.

Todd came first. I felt hot spunk splash across my back and run down between my butt cheeks. Derek came a few seconds later, groaning as his dick pumped semen all over my face. The cameraman knelt beside the table, shooting a close-up of me getting a face full of come. I licked my lips for him.

Hands on my shoulders pulled me to a standing position. Todd stood behind me, his body big and solid against my back. He pulled me backward a few steps. Derek slipped off the table and knelt at my feet, gazing up at me. His make-up was smeared and the white nurse’s hat was askew on his head. He grinned at me.

“Nurse, remove the cock ring,” Todd said. He sounded calm again.

“Yes, doctor.” Derek loosened the leather ring and pulled it off.

I drew a sharp breath at the way my dick throbbed once freed from the leather. But before I could make a sound, Todd yanked my head back by the hair and kissed me.

God … Nobody had ever kissed me quite like that. The room tilted around me as Todd’s tongue slid into my mouth, aggressive and demanding. I reached one arm behind me, around his neck, winding my hand into the thick hair that had come loose from the ponytail and now hung in silky waves around his shoulders.

Hands roamed my body: twisting a nipple, stroking my cock, invading my still-open ass. I didn’t know who was doing what, and couldn’t have cared less. It was Todd’s kiss that set my body on fire and sent me soaring into the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, on either side of the camera. My prick pulsed against someone’s palm. I felt warm sticky splashes on my thighs as I came, and the world turned gray.

When I became aware of anything again, I was lying on the exam table, with a whole bunch of worried faces bending over me. I gave them a weak smile.

“Goddamn, boy,” George exclaimed. “Don’t fucking scare me like that!” He ran a hand through his thinning hair. “Hell of a scene, though.”

“You okay?” Derek laid a hand on my arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smiled at him. “You still have come on your face.”

He wrinkled his nose. “So what else is new? I always get the fucking facials.”

Derek wandered away, complaining about having to wash semen out of his hair. The crowd started to disperse when they saw I was okay. I looked around for Todd, but didn’t see him.

“Where’d Todd go?” I asked George when he momentarily stopped yelling directions to the crew.

“Break room,” George said. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with you two, but whatever it is, don’t stop. That’s the fucking hottest scene I ever got on film.”

“Yeah.” I stood up, carefully because I still felt a little off kilter. “So, we done for today? We didn’t finish the office scene, did we?”

“Naw. But what the fuck. Got one smoking hot sex scene done, and I got places to be. We’ll do the after parts tomorrow.”

“Works for me.”

“See you, Billy.”

“Yeah, see you.” And for fuck’s sake call me by my real name, I didn’t add.

I scooped my briefs up off the floor and put them on. The come all over my ass and face had dried just enough to feel unpleasantly sticky. For once, I didn’t care.

I found Todd on the sofa in the ratty little lounge, sipping Gatorade and flipping through the channels on the TV. Those pretty gray eyes lit right up when he saw me.

“Hey, Jim,” he said. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” I plopped down beside him. “That was weird. Me passing out, I mean. Never done that before.”

“I’ve heard about that sort of thing. I’ve never actually fucked anybody so hard they fainted, though.”

“What makes you think you did it? Maybe I got a heart condition or something.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Hope not.”

I frowned at him. “Why’d you leave? I mean, if somebody I was just fucking passed out cold, I’d be worried. You just went to the break room like nothing happened.” It surprised me how much that stung.

He gave me a strange look. “Oh, I was worried about you. But when I saw you lying there on that table, unconscious and naked and covered in semen, I wanted … Well, I wanted to do things to you that I shouldn’t have wanted to do, not right then. And I wasn’t sure I could control myself. So I left.”

I stared at him. The strange, hot look in his eyes made my insides shake. I couldn’t decide if I was scared of him, or horny for him. Or both. I gulped.

“Um. Okay. Uh…” There went my powers of speech again. He laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a psycho killer or anything.” He slid a hand onto my knee. “You look so fucking hot like this.”

I licked my lips. “Like what?”

He nuzzled my neck, licked the outside of my ear. “Almost naked. Your lips swollen from kissing and sucking cock. Your hair all sweaty and tangled. Come all over you.” Without warning, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up to straddle his lap. “God, you can’t even imagine the things I want to do to you.”

I sat there with my legs on either side of his hips and stared at him, stunned speechless. He smiled a heart-thumpingly sexy little smile, buried both hands in my hair, and gave me a kiss that curled my toes. When we pulled apart, I felt weak and dizzy, and damn if I wasn’t halfway to hard again.

“We’ve got that fisting scene tomorrow.” Todd ran his fingertips up my bare back, making me shiver. “Wanna go back to my place and practice?”

Oh, hell, yeah.

“I guess, if you think it’ll help,” I said, trying to play it cool.

Todd laughed, pushed me off his lap, and stood up. “You know you want to.”

“What makes you so sure I want your hand up my ass, huh?” I gave him a reasonable facsimile of an innocent face.

“Because,” he said with a grin, “I’m telling you that you do.”

Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph. That did things to me. “Uh…” I said, eloquent as usual.

He pulled me into his arms. Those stormy eyes glittered. “Do what I tell you, Jim, and you won’t regret it. I’ll make you come ’til your balls drop off.”

How the fuck did he make that actually sound like a good thing? Hell if I knew. Hell if I cared.

I smiled up at him. “Yes, doctor.”

- The End -

Her head was swimming, a feeling of been under a big blanket; that dark oppressive warmth. Her body was aching and she took a long slow exhale. She remembered the men and the grappling trying to stop the needle going into her arm, the big crate open and waiting for its cargo. The blackness had come quickly and in her last desperate seconds the dirty tiled washroom had warped and paled in colour just the gasps and grunts of her co-captive filling her ears before the long night began.

How many hours, no, more like days had she been unconscious she didn’t know.

Her white out vision sharpened and the heavenly light turned dark and grey, the air smelled sweet the hums of distant traffic evident like an auditorium whisper. Then she realised she was still in the crate. The air holes allowed beams of stabbing light into her den and the young woman was able to knell up and half stretch her body. She was now dressed in a tiny skirt, high-heeled black shoes and schoolgirl white blouse. Her arms were tied behind her back her chest pushing at the fabric her breast standing to attention without aid under her braless blouse. Her jaw ached and she bit down only for her jaw to remain open around the big neon ball gag.

The crate suddenly rocked and tipped sending Debbie against the wooden side the noise of trundling wheels drowning out footsteps and diminishing traffic noise until the outside world had disappeared completely.

She could hear voices but didn’t understand the language. As she struggled and kicked the two voices stood close by in conversation. Then the light vanished, Debbie plunged into darkness before a big metallic door slammed shut.

She slumped in a steady pant as the humidity increased the box claustrophobic. The drugging was making her still feel limp and tired and she was half awake when the metal door re-opened and still in darkness a hand knocked with commanding power on the crate side.

“I know you’re awake in there,” the dark voice said in passable English. “I know you must have questions but all you need to know is that you are now a slave and cannot escape. Now remember to behave and think yourself lucky you were the one bought.”

Then the light came on the shafts through the air hole illuminating her cage. The voice turned to another entering the room. This one spoke in a deep foreign tongue. The dark voice continued in English..

“She’s top quality, ” he said the other voice replying now in her native tongue,” I would expect no less.”

The first voice moved away towards the door,” Remember,” it said as it pulled the iron door shut,” You’ve paid for just one hour.” The metal clanked; the sound of bolts snapping in place, and Debbie looked up with big expressive eyes as the crate lid was quickly snapped open.

The sexy brunette struggled to see the brightness making her blink, a big silhouette of shadow above her. The man was flabby but hairless like an old boar all fatty thighs and belly. He wore nothing but a leather jock strap cutting into his big ass and love handle hips. His face was masked, a rubber fetish type his neck bulging around the bottom of the tight chin strap the effort of opening the crate already showing on his sweaty heaving chest.

He looked down at Debbie the girl curled with heavenly legs tight in those high heels scraping on the wood her shoulder back the yawning surprised look on her face as she gobbled the neon gag. Her eyes were like saucers in a puppy dog plea.

“I hear you’re fresh today,” he groaned his hand rubbing his bulging pouch. “Welcome to this most secret club.”

He reached down Debbie wriggling but it was easy for him to pull her up forcing her to stand. She looked around. The windowless room consisted of a fine solid bed with along side it cylinders like you would find in a surgery. There was also a steel table with items on.

Debbie shook her head trying to pull away the man gripping her by the bound wrists and making her step out of the crate.” Now listen, I only have an hour and it costs a fortune so don’t fuck me around.” His hands roamed over her body his paws pressing through her blouse onto her globes then running up her thigh groping her shaven bare pussy.

“Tight and firm in all the right places,” he grunted apparently pleased with his purchase.

“Over to the bed!” He pushed her along Debbie’s legs struggling in the high heels after been cramped in the crate so long. He put her onto the bed face down then straddled her, his fat groin pressing into the small of her back. His hands began to unfasten the ball gag and she spluttered as he removed it.

“OH god please I just want to go.”

The man stroked her hair and she gasped and wriggled pulling her long brunette mane back like the reins on a rearing up stallion. Her chin rose, her snooty nose pointing to the roof.

“You’re not going anywhere from now on,” he announced giving a crooked smile on his mask.

“I..I..” She didn’t know what was happening.

“Let me explain.” He laughed. “I paid more so I could explain it to you for the first time.” The man gripped her cheek pulling her face back to look over her shoulder at him; enjoying her expression as he gave her understanding.

“You’re in the most filthy whore house possible. I couldn’t even imagine what you will be experiencing from now on. The clients who come here apart from being very rich are also shall I say very creative in their desires. That why it costs so much.”

“On Jesus what do you mean,” Debbie gasped still wriggling.

He rolled her onto her back Debbie breasts pressing at the blouse top wanting escape.

“Please what are they going to do?” She stammered. He ripped open the shirt his hand squeezing her hard fruits the nipples like fat boils. “Anything they can’t pay for in the outside world. The world you use to be part of.” She yelped and bucked but he pressed down with his bulk his hands still on her tits.

“Lovely, very succulent very maternal.”

He looked to the cylinders at the side. “You see,” he explained his hands examining her breast expertly,” I’m a doctor by profession.” He ripped open the blouse fully his hand trailing down her washboard stomach. “So fucking slim and nubile,” he said choking back his desires.

He nodded to above her head. There were two leather manacles either side of the head board

“Your ankles need to go in these,” he said moving down her hips his hands reaching back to grip the heeled feet.

“No, no, don’t!” She screamed as she tried to pull her self up his hand pushed her back onto the bed then he wrestled pushing her body back using his weight to pin as he pushed her right leg up and back. Debbie groaned in effort her eyes blinking as her calf came so close. Her heeled foot flexed tapping against the headboard as he used the manacles hoping her ankle tightly. She was shaking her head in refusal.

” No, no! Please don’t put me in this position. It’s awful.”

But he ignored her turning to her other leg pushing it back knee bending trying to resist. But it was useless her thing pins easily bent back her other ankles soon in the roped leather hoop at the opposing edge of the headboard.

“Oh God” Debbie said arms behind her back chest heaving her thigh spread wide both her lovely legs either side of her head; bound to the headboard. The man felt down her thighs the skirt still on but now only no more than a belt her slit and ass winking at him cheeks wide apart her pussy mound bare and raised for his attention. In this position her excellent breast produced a deep valley cleavage her knees pressing in either side to create two perfect dome hills.

The man stood back his erection now impossible to contain in his pouch. He tugged the fabric to one side his stiff cock springing up his balls hanging low in a stretch dangling sack.

He began to adjust the dial on the upright cylinder using his hand to trace a fine clear pipe from the value head down a long coiling snake to the table. He reached the far end of the pipe narrowing to a smaller tube. Which he then smeared with grease.

Final he climbed back on the bed Debbie shaking her head not sure what he intended.

“Look I’ll be good, just don’t…” she stared down at the strange pipe tip.

His finger pressed on her pussy the man’s head fixed at a tilt his tongue flicking through his mouth slit as if in concentration.

“Be calm,” he said his fingers entering inside her pussy; opening her canal. She looked down between her wide thighs seeing his other hand slowly feed the tip then the tube into her. “Nooooooo, you fucking filthy bastard!”

She bucked and he shouted in a frustrated voice. “Be still bitch.” His fingers pressed deep but not sexually, more like seeking a spot. She felt the internal examination of an expert the sensation of the pipe deep, very deep, “what was he ugggg!” She shook her head realising he’d gone too far the pipe head through her cervix, “Oh God no, please what are you oooohhhhh!”

With one hand on the pipe at the slit the other reached to the cylinder value turning on the compressed air.

“Ooooooooooooooooo!”

“Now steady!” He snapped, the saliva dripping from his mouth hole. “Just relax let it in, that’s a good little bitch.”

Debbie felt her womb filling with air. She shook her head again but couldn’t move her pelvis the air like a constant inexorable force filling her.

“Oh Jesus stop, you’re fucking crazy! Nooooo! I can’t take it.”

The man shook his head. “Just keep calm you’ll expand.” He adjusted the pressure, “there, a little more I think.” She arched her back heels tapping on the headboard as her body began to enlarge. “Oh God I can feel it, I CAN FEEL IT!”

“You’re so cute,” he gasped his thick erection bouncing against his potbelly. With the value open his hand now moved to her tummy a clear bulge appearing.

“And now you’re going to have a nice pregnant belly for me to play with.”

Debbie eyes widened at the sight. She could feel her inside expanding what nature took 9 months he was doing in 9 minutes. But it was the sight of her own flexible soft skin firming and then beginning to dome that made her eyes cross in disbelief

“Oh no it’s can’t be happening? No, no, no!”

The pervert nodded as his hand caressed her glistening sweaty bulge. “Yes I’m afraid it is my dear, you’re looking so beautiful now.”

He increased the pressure Debbie moaning in discomfort. Her body was resisting now it needed convincing to expand any more. The leggy super bitch groaned as her womb inflated more and more her figure now of a heavily pregnant woman. Satisfied his fingers entered her again unfastening the internal value slowly removing the pipe.

“It will take a little time for air to escape my dear. Long enough for my games with a cute big tummy babe.”

He greased his cock as he sat between her spread thighs. His hands returning to caress her impressive glowing belly. Debbie’s tits were now like two smaller siblings nestling against the larger mother dome. His fingers then ran down to her ass hole his other hand directing his cock. With her legs back either side of her head she presented herself for easy mounting.

“Suck me in,” he ordered his cock pressing on her exposed anus. The tip pushed her open Debbie groaning in disgust the man having to lift his belly onto hers so he could ease his pelvis all the way filling her anal chute with his thick cock.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” Debs gritted her teeth, nostrils flaring in an animal pant.

She felt him deep up her rear his hands now caressing her tummy his pelvis slowly pumping back and forth fucking her ass the feeling off expanded womb pressing on her rear canal.

His slurping cock increased in speed her legs taut straight trying to accept his thrust keeping her inside as rigid as possible.

She was grunting the hard dick pumping her tiny body the man mesmerised by her shocked disbelieving expression.” Yes, yes take it you sexy preggie bitch,” he gasped.” Dirty young tramp needs to be taught a lesson for having such a big bulge.”

His fucking became more aggressive her ass bucking her shoulders hitting the headboard Debbie gasping and moaning at the same time.

“OH please I need to pee…” Debbie cried her bladder feeling the pressure. The Masked man was delighted pulling his cock from her gleaning anus reaching and unhooking her legs. Debbie’s feet returned to the bed closing her thighs making her tummy seem even more rotund and large. She wriggled from the bed teetering on her heels her bound arms feeling painful behind her back.

She looked around but what could she do there was no john. “Where please…?” She stammered about to release. The man gripped her waist pushing his body behind her as she stood with tightly closed legs.

“Do it here bitch,” he ordered directing his cock back up her ass crack. “While you’re impaled on me.”

Debbie’s mouth opened in a horrid yawn his cock sliding back up her ass the double-sided pressure now too much to bear or resist. She opened her long legs her body looking stretched in heels her tummy like a big-bronzed dome her melons now squeeze between his dirty fingers. Then in a humiliated groan released her bladder.

“Nooooo,” she shouted in disgust pissing onto the floor the sensation of relief mixed with her anal assault; slow lifting thrusts of his cock almost pumping her bladder empty. He was in heaven as he groped her improved body helping release his bitch of her liquid. As she finished he pushed her forward a little his hips slapping hard the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh his cock buggering her with new intensity.

Phut! Phut! Phut!

She could sense her tummy had shrunk a fraction and she gasped with relief his pounding having a positive effect on her insides.

He was groaning gasping near climax his hand on her long hair tugging giving himself leverage to rut hard making her heels rise to tip toe her voice become high pitch indignant yelps. At the last second he pulled out spinning her around his hand wanking his cock against her sweaty domes.

“Urrrgggghhhhh!” He erupted over her belly and globe titties his other hand on her neck holding her close making her watch and he ejaculated long shots of come over her enlarged tummy, filling her belly button some spattering her pink helmet like nipples.

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When he was finished he staggered to the door hammering for release. Debbie dropped to her knees panting heavily the come dripping from her deflating tummy. The man stepped out the door slamming shut. In a few minutes she staggered to her feet pacing the room her breathing getting more and more laboured. Her arms burned behind her and she kicked and screamed at the metal exit.

Then finally the lights went out and the door opened. Outside was black too and she sensed a presence. She could hear a tiny high-pitched whirr and the breathing of someone nearby.

“Stand still,” the dark voice said in a hiss.

The man could see Debbie in brilliant green his night vision goggles working in this almost pitch black world. She screamed as his hand grabbed her wrist binds but he just slowly ease her around and step-by-step she left the room. She couldn’t see anything but her hearing told her walls were near by; the echo of her heels on a hard floor. As she moved groans and moans came into earshot only to pass by then fade.

The man moved her along the corridor past the other slave rooms to the shower cubicle. Debbie was silent unsure or unable to say anything she gave a surprised yelp as the shower came on but calmed when she realised his intention was to clean her expensive body.

“You did well, “he said above the spitting of water his hands rubbing her body clean at the same time sampling her full rounded figure. She felt his hands on her tits, pressing down her relaxing tummy then over her ass and inside her thighs. She gave another shocked yelp as he pressed the hose onto her pussy rinsing her shaft. The water filled her and he whispered,” this will help.”

“Please let me go,” she mumbled I don’t deserve this.” The man stroked her head rinsing her hair. She could just make out the glint of the infrared lenses the electronic whine quite intense close up. The man replied. “I hear you begged to come here, take me, take me!” He said in a high pitch voice mocking her. She remembered back to the tiled room in her hometown. She’d been desperate. She remembered Stacey’s face as the noose went around her neck the Boss and Mask about to enter her from both sides for the last time.

“Oh Jesus no, no, noooo!”

“Only room for one in the crate,” they had said.

“I…I…I had no choice!” She stammered the water giving her goose pimples; her nipples rock hard the captor’s finger and thumb enjoying this fact.

He moved her from the shower still in absolute darkness towelling her body down.

“Now,” he said as he helped her along her wet heels slipping a little. “Your next client awaits.”

The man stood behind her facing the door as he turned off the goggles. He was instantly in darkness like Debbie. She felt his hand on her binds holding her in total control, she was starting to realise there really no escape. The bolt clicked open and the brilliant light flooded the corridor. She tried to turn her head to look at him but his big hand held her chin pointing her forward coaxing her to step into the room.

“P-P-Please, that last man was insane,” she stammered as she squinted her captor and owner pushing her gently in to the room. He allowed her to take in the scene before replying dryly.

“He only paid 10,000 for you. See what you get for 20,000.”

The room was almost exact as the one before but this time it had a medieval upright stock. The warmth was stifling a roaring hiss filing her ears. She froze her mind in overload as she saw an old skinny man looking about 70 his face in another rubber mask. All his wealthy clothing was missing hiding his elite status and now he looked pathetic..

The old bastard in one hand held a walking stick his knees shaking as he stood. Around his groin was a rampant curved phallus, the belt and harness of leather the massive dildo a dull metal banana. Somewhere inside the thick steel shaft was his decrepit prick insulated from the intense outer surface. In his other hand he was holding an ignited blowtorch painting his metal shaft up and down with heat.

The man looked up from his steaming cock his body filling with energy at the sight of the tall brunette stunner, ruby lips a gasp, tits like headlights, legs like two stretched rubber bands.

“Remember as always,” the dark voice said pushing her forward reminding her latest client of his rental agreement.

” Just one hour.”

THE END

Heather was making pathetic, sobbing noises before her mother even left the building. Heather had lived a life of luxury and self indulgence. Nothing that had come before had ever prepared her for what she was experiencing now.

“Your mother is gone now, Heather,” Miss Smithers announced. “Now you belong to me.”

“Mmmmmfff,” Heather whined.

“After an hour or two, I may consider removing that gag,” Miss Smithers said. “However if you can’t follow the rules, it’ll go right back in. Either that or I’ll find a gag that’s even worse.”

“Wrrth?” Heather inquired. The gag in Heather’s mouth forced her jaws wide open. Even after just two minutes her jaws were starting to ache. Furthermore Heather had to constantly swallow, otherwise she’d end up drooling on herself. How could Miss Smithers find a gag that was even worse?

Miss Smithers smiled at the apprehension on Heather’s face and issued orders. “Sandy, remove Heather’s watch, earrings and necklace. Make certain that they’re mailed back to her mother.”

Heather tried to protest as her jewelry was removed. It was another indignity that she couldn’t stop. Another way to feel helpless and betrayed. Then Miss Smithers kicked Heather’s shoes across the floor and said, “Allison, pick up these clothes and throw them in the dumpster. I don’t want this spoiled brat thinking she’s ever getting them back.”

“Nfff,” Heather protested, but Miss Smithers pretended not to notice.

Within minutes Heather had been dragged against her will into what looked rather like a doctor’s office. Her handcuffs were briefly removed, but only long enough so that she could be bound in a more convenient way to device that spread her arms and legs far apart. Leather straps around her wrists and ankles held her firmly in place no matter how much she struggled.

Miss Smithers was still in her office, so Heather was all alone in this room with the two assistants in the black uniforms. She actually blushed that they were seeing her like this. At least one of them was a lesbian and Heather inwardly cringed at the lustful way she looked at her.

“The first thing they’ll do is shave this off,” Sandy said as she raked her fingers across Heather’s pubic hair. “Pthssss,” Heather begged, but Sandy ignored her.

“I can’t wait to see what your naked pubes look like,” Sandy continued as he fingers idly played with Heather’s pubic hair. “Maybe the doctor will let me shave you.” Then without warning, Sandy grabbed a few strands of pubic hair and yanked them out by the roots.

Heather screamed in pain, but all that came out was an indignant, muffled sound. They could do whatever they wanted to her and she couldn’t even cry out for help.

“Oh, did that hurt?” Sandy asked her prisoner. “How about this?” This time Sandy ripped out a few more strands and Heather made another sound of pain. The look of fear and helplessness in Heather’s eyes just made Sandy smile.

Allison made an adjustment to the device Heather was strapped to and suddenly something padded pressed at the small of her back. After a series of clicks, it arched Heather’s back so that her torso was now above her head, ankles and wrists.

Heather panicked when she realized that this meant her naked breasts and crotch were now being thrust up on display as if she were offering them up to be ogled, touched, fondled or abused.

Probably all four.

The one named Allison grabbed Heather’s nipples and pinched them hard. “Uffth!” Heather protested and tears welled up on her eyes as she tried in vain to escape her bonds.

“Uffffffff!” Heather protested again and Allison pinched even harder.

“Does that hurt?” one of the girls asked, mockingly.

“Yfff,” Heather tried to reply.

“Good,” the girl said a stern tone of voice. “Remember we can make things hard for you. If you follow orders and learn to be respectful, things won’t be quite so bad for you. But if you’re disobedient or disrespectful, we can hurt you. Every employee in this school has the authority to punish you if you don’t follow orders.”

For the first time in her adult life, Heather felt helpless and afraid. She wanted to throw herself down on her knees and beg this woman not to hurt her, but she couldn’t even do that. With her eyes pleading, Heather moaned into her gag, attempting to communicate her fear and willingness to please. However no words came out. Only pitiful mewling sounds and muffled gasps.

Time dragged by while Heather lay there in bondage. Her naked body was the only thing in the room to occupy the two women in uniform. And they passed the time by exploring Heather’s helpless body with their hands. They fondled, squeezed, rubbed, massaged and pinched. The one named Sandy yanked some more pubic hairs out by the roots. Heather yelled into her gag, but it barely made any noise at all. By the time the doctor came in, tears were streaming down Heather’s face.

In Heather’s bound position she could see little other than the ceiling, however she caught a glimpse of white lab coat and heard the doctor’s voice. “Hllthmhh,” Heather called out as she screamed into her gag. Suddenly she felt a series of sharp, painful slaps on one of her inner thighs.

“You can stop that right now,” a firm, no nonsense female voice informed Heather. “In a few minutes we’ll need to remove your restraints and that gag. But don’t get any ideas. If you give me any trouble I know how to treat bad little girls. When that gag comes off, I don’t want to hear any words out of your mouth other than to answer my questions with short, honest and respectful answers.”

Heather blinked in surprise, and said nothing. She was instantly afraid of this woman.

The doctor was suddenly between Heather’s legs and the sound of scissors told Heather that the doctor was trimming her pubic hair. Heather was embarrassed to have the woman there removing the last tiny bit of covering that concealed her nudity, but also afraid that sharp, metal objects were being used on her most sensitive and vulnerable area. She tried to lie still as any movement on her part might cause the doctor to accidentally cut her.

The doctor was very efficient and skilled in her work. Heather couldn’t see what the doctor was doing, but she could feel the doctor’s fingers and the shaving gel as it was worked into her pubic area and her anus. She felt the razor as it slid skillfully along her skin and she felt the warm, damp cloth as confident hands used it to wash away residue.

Heather lay there quietly as they put away the shaving tools and tried not to panic. She told herself that doctors weren’t supposed to hurt people. Maybe if she could speak to the doctor alone, she’d be sympathetic to Heather’s plight. Maybe she’d help Heather escape from this school. She could even offer the doctor a cash reward if she could get Heather back home …. Or at least to her bank.

However when Heather was released from her bondage and had the chance to sit up, she got a good look at the doctor’s face. She didn’t look to be much older than Heather, however there was a look in her eyes that said she’d seen enough to five times Heather’s age. These eyes were cold and hard and intimidating. Caught in the doctor’s stare, Heather felt small and weak and intimidated.

Without taking her eyes off Heather, the doctor reached onto a flat surface and picked up a file. She didn’t bother to open it, but rather recited it from memory.

“Heather Murdoch,” she began. “Age nineteen, no known allergies, not currently on any medication, non smoker and no medical conditions that require any special care. Is that all correct?”

Heather nodded in agreement. The gag was still in her mouth, so she couldn’t speak.

The doctor took Heather’s head in her hands and held it firmly. “Heather,” she said in a stern, authoritative tone of voice, “I’m going to remove your gag now. Remember what we talked about? Do not speak without permission.”

When the gag was removed, Heather’s first instinct was to thank the doctor profusely. Her jaw was sore and aching and she had saliva on her chin and upper torso from where she’d drooled on herself. But she stopped herself just barely in time.

“Open your mouth and say ‘ah’”, the doctor ordered as she produced a penlight.

Heather nervously did as she was told and allowed the doctor to check her eyes, ears, nose and throat. Then the doctor put the penlight away and moved on to checking Heather’s lungs, heartbeat, blood pressure and reflexes. Towards then end of the exam, the doctor surprised Heather with the medical questions.

“Are you a virgin, Heather?”

“What?” she replied, shocked.

“It’s a simple question, Heather,” the doctor said.

Heather looked nervously around the room. In addition to the doctor, there were the two women in black uniforms and a nurse that Heather hadn’t noticed before. They all looked impatient and grim.

“No,” Heather replied weakly.

“Are you sexually active?”

“Yes,” she replied even more weakly. She wasn’t used to giving out personal information like this to a stranger. However it was painfully clear that these strangers could do horrible things to her if she didn’t cooperate.

“Do you masturbate?” she asked.

“Yes,” Heather replied in a voice so weak that the doctor ordered her to repeat the answer. At this point Heather tried to cover her breasts and the doctor snapped at her.

“Hands down! You will never cover yourself so long as you are a student in this school!”

“Sorry doctor,” Heather said as she held her hands out at her sides and nervously swallowed.

The doctor have her a stern look and placed a hand on Heather’s shoulder. “How often do you masturbate, Heather?” she asked.

“I ….,” Heather began with her voice cracking. “I usually ….. do it once or twice a day.”

“Have you ever had sex with a woman?” the doctor asked.

Heather just shook her head in the negative.

“Even fantasized about sex with a woman?” the doctor asked.

“No,” Heather replied.

There was a whole list of sexual questions that Heather was forced to answer. The nurse recorded all of Heather’s answers on a series of forms and Heather couldn’t help but wonder who would read those forms or why any of this information was necessary.

When it was all over the doctor told Heather to stand up and added, “You’ve already earned some punishments from your behavior when you first arrived, but if you’re a good girl I won’t order any additional punishments for you. Can you be a good girl for me?”

Heather was on the verge of tears and just nodded her head.

While Heather stood there naked, the doctor produced a tape measure and began the process of measuring various parts of her anatomy. She measured Heather’s bust size, her waist and her hips. The doctor didn’t exactly fondle Heather’s naked body as she took these measurements, but her hands weren’t shy either.

Heather felt violated.

Then the doctor began measuring parts of Heather’s anatomy that were harder to understand. The thickness of Heather’s thighs was measured, the thickness of her ankles and wrists and even something the doctor referred to as Heather’s “crotch rope” area. This area started at Heather’s abdomen, just below her navel. It traveled down across Heather’s pubic lips, up across the crack of her ass and ended approximately at the small of her back. The doctor seemed to take a long time to get this measurement and the tape measure rubbed against her pubic lips in an intimate and humiliating way. The friction of the tape against her newly shaved and sensitive pubic lips was getting her aroused against her will.

The nurse recorded all of these measurements and Heather had to bite her tongue to keep from asking why they needed this information. Who would be reading a report with Heather’s most intimate measurements? And what would they use it for?

Heather’s height and weight were also recorded. At one point the doctor grumbled that she was jealous of Heather’s slender waist and low weight. “I ought to punish you just for that,” she said.

Heather had a hard time judging the doctor’s figure as it was somewhat concealed by her white lab coat, but Heather didn’t think it was all that bad. True, very few women had Heather’s figure, but Heather didn’t think the doctor was overweight or unattractive.

Heather sincerely hoped the doctor didn’t really punish her because she was prettier or had a better figure.

Then the doctor then pointed to a wall on the west side of the room and said, “Face that wall and place your hands against it palms flat. Spread your feet wide and don’t bend your knees.”

Heather did as she was told, but then the doctor snapped, “Legs farther apart! Hands higher!”

The posture was humiliating. Heather’s anus and newly shaven pubes were on display for all to see. She soon found out that was the idea.

Heather heard a snapping sound and soon realized that the doctor had just put on a latex glove. First the doctor’s fingers gently stroked Heather’s pubic lips and then they were shoved rudely inside her. Heather moaned and gasped as the doctor’s fingers sank in deep and explored the confines of Heather’s pussy.

“It’s just a body cavity search,” the doctor informed her. “You’ll get one every week to make certain you’re not hiding contraband.”

“What?” Heather snapped as her legs shook and her voice cracked. “That’s insane!”

The doctor’s hand came down hard on Heather’s naked ass and she knew she had said the wrong thing. “You’ll get punished for that,” the doctor informed her. “Rude outbursts and talking without permission are always cause for punishment.”

Heather began to cry at this announcement. This school seemed to be designed to humiliate and degrade their students.

Heather was deep into feeling sorry for herself when she felt the doctor working a cold glob of lubricant into her anus. She wanted to protest, but realized that would only mean more punishment for her.

“She’s tight,” the doctor said as she painfully stretched Heather’s asshole with her fingers. Heather trembled and tears freely flowed down her face as the doctor continued her examination. It really lasted longer than it should have, but the doctor was extra thorough and as she wanted to make it painful and humiliating for her patient.

After what seemed like days, the doctor turned to her nurse and announced, “she’s clean.”

“I’ll schedule her for another cavity search on twenty fifth,” the nurse said. “Eight in the morning?”

“Fine,” the doctor replied as she removed her latex glove and dropped it in the trash. “Somebody will need to shave her every night, just to make certain stubble doesn’t grow back.”

“I can take care of that,” the nurse said.

Then the nurse gave Heather a look that made her feel even more naked than she was. The look of naked lust in her eyes marked her as a lesbian. Was Heather the only straight female in this entire school?

Before the women in black uniforms led Heather out of the doctor’s office they ordered her to place her hands behind her back. There was a click of metal and suddenly her hands were locked in handcuffs again. Heather groaned and suddenly she was being paraded naked down the corridor again.

Of course now she felt twice as naked with the absence of her pubic hair.

One of the guards kept a tight grip on her arm to keep her from running away. She needn’t have bothered. Heather was so intimidated right now, she was afraid to do anything that might make any of these people angry.

The two women in black uniforms marched her upstairs and past a number of school employees. She was amazed that hardly anybody even bothered to look twice at her. What kind of school was this that a naked girl in handcuffs, walking down the halls failed to get any notice?

- The End -

It was Kate’s first time going to the student clinic. Needless to say, she was very uncomfortable about the whole idea of getting examined by a doctor she’d never met. She wouldn’t have kept the silly appointment except- well, she just felt bad about cancelling appointments. It was her first year of college, her first time away from home, and she was wanting to feel like a real adult at her new school.

As she walked through the parking lot, she chuckled to herself just a little bit as she pulled her rain jacket closer to her body. What was she going to tell this doctor? That she had a little bit of irritation from a new vibrator and she promised to wash it with warm soapy water before using it again? Maybe she would just tell him it was from using a different brand of detergent. Yeah, she would tell him that! He is not going to believe me, she thought to herself. He’ll know I’ve been getting myself off.

Kate sighed a barely audible sigh as she opened the heavy wooden door to the clinic room. Looking around, she appeared to be the only person there. Consulting her watch, she determined it was a little after 5 pm. She was probably the last patient of the day.

“Please sign in!” a cheerful voice echoed. It took Kate a moment to realize that a young looking receptionist had been only a few feet away from her.

“I didn’t see you!” Kate gasped.

“I’m sorry to startle you. My name is Shanna. Please sign in and meet me at that door”. Shanna flipped her long red hair out of her eyes and motioned to a large steel door near the back of the room.

Kate quickly signed in, and headed quickly towards the door.

Shanna said nothing once Kate crossed into the back of the clinic. She had a chart and a pen in hand, motioned for Kate to hurry along, and pointed to a room. Kate went into the room as instructed, with Shanna close behind.

“Take your clothes off, place them on the chair, get on the exam table, and put this drape over you. The doctor will be right in.” Shanna said, then left.

“Drape? Looks more like a hand towel”, Kate scowled,then quickly lifted her tight sweater off over her head. She blushed realizing she’d not worn a bra today. Her full, firm breasts seems to hover. Her tiny soft nipples quickly began to harden as the coolness of the room hit them. She traced their outline with her fingers. She slid her hands under her breasts admiring just how plump they were. She blushed again as she felt the need to hurry and get this appointment over with.

Kate unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off over her smooth legs. Then she tucked her thumbs into her satin panties and drug them down. As she bent over, she thought she heard the door creak open. Her head flew up to see no one. She stopped dallying around and quickly got on the exam table.

As she settled into the stillness Kate noticed there was no noise in the clinic. Complete silence filled the air. She ony heard the soft sounds of her breath and her heart thudding in her chest.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. The door snapped open, and there was Shanna.

“The doctor is busy with another patient, so I will need to do your exam. Please put your feet in the stirrups”.

Kate did as she was told, but with some reluctance. She had not mentioned to the receptionist when she called the nature of her problem, nor had she mentioned it to Shanna. Perhaps this was protocol for a first time patient? Either way, it was what she had come for.

Shanna walked over to the foot of the exam table where Kate laid, obviously nervous. “You ever had a pelvic exam before?”

“No” was all Kate could squeak out.

“I see you are a little irritated down there,” Shanna said as she slipped a latex exam glove into her slim hand. “Have you been having much sex?”

“No. No none at all. I, um… I…”

“It’s ok Kate, we all do it. Whether you are getting it from a man or a machine, it doesn’t matter”. Shanna put her gloved hands on Kate’s bare knees and started sliding her hands down the length of Kate’s thighs. “Open up, sweetie. Don’t be shy with me. I’ve seen a pussy before.”

Kate was silent. Why would she say pussy?

Shanna’s cold hands where about 8 inches from Kate’s vagina when she stopped. She slid her hands around the underside of Kate’s legs, still moving very slowly and very deliberately. After reaching around to Kate’s buttocks, Shanna then started moving her hands up Kate’s hips. Quickly, Shanna yanked Kate to the end of the exam table. Kate’s ass was hanging mostly over the edge. Shanna’s breath was close enough to feel and Kate felt her cunt gape open.

Shanna moved her hands to Kate’s swollen labia. Gently caressing the folds open, her moist breath still close enough for Kate to feel. Kate was oddly turned on and yet mortified at the same time.

Shanna held both the inner and outer lips open with one hand as her other fingers caressed up and down the opening of Kate’s slit. Shanna slid one finger up towards Kate’s clit and flicked it casually. Shanna heard Kate gasp a little, and she tried to hide a chuckle as she asked, “Does that hurt?”

“No. I just wasn’t expecting you to..”

“To what- Pleasure you? Pleasure you like you pleasure yourself Kate?”

Kate said nothing. The silence was ringing in her ears. Her pussy vibrated with sensations she’d never felt before.

“You have a mild irritation. I will need to clean you”, Shanna said as she turned and reached for a bottle that was in the cabinet behind her.

Kate was tilted back on the table to where she couldn’t really see what was going on. An absorbent pad was placed beneath Kate. More rattling. Kate felt a slight squeeze then a pinch on her outer right cunt lip. A long cold object Kate assumed was some kind of clamp had been squeezed onto her and Shanna was pulling her folds open. The clamp was quickly tossed over Kate’s thigh and the process was repeated on the left. Kate’s inner labia were on display now.

Shanna grabbed a bottle off the table and started dripping it slowly onto Kate’s gaped puss. The liquid was extremely cold and Kate buckled and arched her back trying to wiggle away. Shanna smacked Kate promptly on the ass cheek and sternly said, “You’d better be still. This is going to take a while!”

Shanna soon started to rub the cold solution all around Kate’s clit and inside her little pussy lips. Kate was really feeling turned on, but at the same time she was still frightened.

Out of liquid, Shanna took some gauze and started blotting Kate dry. Kate had to admit, her vagina was feeling much better, with the exception of those pesky clamps.

Shanna picked up both clamps and Kate let out a sigh of relief. Freedom at last! she thought. Shanna let both heavy clamps drop, still attached to Kate’s pussy. The weight was tremendous. Kate started to wiggle again and Shanna smacked her on top of her pussy mound. The stinging sensation almost felt good to Kate.

Kate was tilted forward again, slightly, and Shanna finally relieved her from the clamps. Shanna rubbed a cool hand over Kate’s swollen cunt. Shanna took a seat again and continued to rub Kate. More moist breath. More rubbing. Kate was feeling a little light headed. She wasn’t sure what was happening as Shanna bent closer towards her and started licking her pussy. The rush was intense. Kate had never felt such pleasure before. A moan escaped her before she realized it. She was embarrassed again. Shanna softly whispered that there was nothing to feel embarrassed about, and she continued to pleasure Kate.

Kate could feel herself rushing towards an orgasm. Shanna could feel it too. Kate’s pussy tasted hot, her clit was sticking almost strait up, and her cunt was dripping sweet juice. Kate felt a finger glide inside her. Then two. She was rocking back and forth in time with the finger-fuck she was receiving. More and more juice was dripping from her sweet insides.

Shanna slowly pulled the two fingers out, slid them around the outside of Kate’s hole, and backed her tongue away.

More rattling.

Kate was so close to cumming already she couldn’t imagine what Shanna was going to tease her with next!

Shanna took her thumb and two fingers and spread Kate’s pussy open once more, this time inserting a speculum. Slowly, Shanna cranked open the speculum open to widest setting possible. Kate had never been forced open like this- the feeling was painful, but breathtaking. Shanna started rubbing Kate’s clit again. The pleasure was intense. Kate knew she was close to cumming, but it seemed as if Shanna was one step ahead of her slowing her motions as Kate neared orgasm.

Shanna backed off the speculum a little, and Kate’s pussy spasmed. Shanna jammed a lubed finger inside Kate’s ass and Kate howled. She had never been so close to orgasm before and not been allowed to cum. Shanna took her other hand and poked two more fingers into Kate’s speculumed puss. She gently caressed the vaginal walls anywhere she could reach around the blades of the speculum, applying the most pressure to the top near where Kate’s G-spot was.

Kate couldn’t take any more of this torture. She arched her back, pushing her pussy towards Shanna’s hand as much as she could, then exploded into orgasm. A stream of jizz shot from Kate’s open cunt hitting Shanna in her open (and waiting) mouth. Kate shook with force at the intensity of the orgasm. The room spun around. The lights seemed to flicker.

Shanna slid her fingers out of Kate’s ass and pussy. She started to pull the speculum out, but hadn’t closed it. Slowly, the open speculum gaped Kate open more and more. A second wave of pleasure hit Kate as Shanna rotated the open device around inside her. Shanna closed the speculum a little more, pulled it out a little farther, and gave Kate’s clit one last long slurp and tug as she popped the speculum out.

Kate’s pussy remained gaped open, and Shanna slowly bent to kiss it. Kate could do nothing at this point but pant for air. She was totally spent. In fact, Kate was so out of it that she hardly realized Shanna was pulling her lab coat off. Shanna then untied her scrub pants and let them drop to the floor. Shanna tugged her satin panties off much the same way Kate had earlier in the afternoon.

Kate was barely conscious when Shanna reached down between her legs and freed a cock from between them. A cock that had throbbed for over an hour now. A cock that had been wanting that sweet, wet pussy Kate had so selfishly pleasured for herself for months on end.

Shanna slid her member into Kate’s gaped cunt, grabbed her by the hips, and fucked her as hard and as fast as she could until Shanna filled Kate’s already dripping cunt with seed. Shanna pulled her dick out, and sticky sweet wetness dripped to the floor.

Shanna couldn’t help herself. She just had to lean back down and taste Kate’s pussy once more. Their juices had mixed, and Shanna couldn’t remember the last time she’d tasted something so delicious.

Shanna redressed Kate as best she could, then carried her through the empty clinic into the darkness of the parking lot and placed Kate in her car careful to lock the door.

Kate awoke hours later, confused and sore. A small piece of paper was on the steering wheel in front of her. It was a prescription for a soothing vaginal cream that was to be applied three times a day. If there were any questions, she was instructed to call the front desk and ask for Shanna.

- The End -