"Well, this does have something to do with my head. Look, Denise, I'll tell you about it later. Please. I'm in a big hurry."
"A big hurry, huh? Sounds like maybe you finally broke through the ice baffler and got a rise out of good old Doc Wilson. What about it, kiddo? Did you?"
Peggy flushed. Denise was momentarily surprised, then laughed. "I'll be damned. You did get to him! Good going!"
"Don't say a word to anyone. Christ, Denise, I may lose my job over this. I've got to talk to him about it right now."
"Sure, sure. But I'll bet it was worth it. Wow, you actually scored the great stony one!"
Peggy wasn't certain if Denise would keep the gossip to herself or not. The woman was intent on spreading the good news. Of course, it might lose Peggy her job – or any nursing job, ever – but that was hardly a consideration to the woman.
Peggy almost ran into the empty operating room. Standing there, his arms folded across his broad chest, was Doctor Arthur Wilson. If storm clouds ever took human form, they'd look exactly as he did. The heavy brows were furrowed and his expression never wavered.
"Miss Martin, you have much to answer for."
"Look, I can explain it all, Doctor Wilson. It was like this…" That was as far as she got. He crossed the room with surprising speed and grabbed her upper arms. Lifting her into the air like she was a rag doll, he deposited her on the operating table.
"Silence! You will be quiet when your master speaks!"
"Master?" she asked, confined.
"Silence, slut!"
She bit down on her lower lip. The man's eyes were glowing with an inner light she'd never seen before. This was a giant play he was acting out. And she guessed it was a sexual one. She had pushed the right buttons during the operation, but she wasn't sure she was willing to take the consequences for the monster she had put into motion.
He shoved her flat on her back on the table and hastily fastened the straps around her lush, young body. She struggled then. She didn't know what he was going to do but she didn't want any part of it.
"Let me up!"
"Silence, cunt. You have offended me and you must be disciplined. Harshly disciplined!"
The words rang in the empty room like a bell tolling. She felt gooseflesh spreading all over her arms. When he began stripping off her clothing, she knew this wasn't going to be anything like a verbal reprimand. He was going to take his punishment out on her sexually.
He was going to rape her.
She fought against the broad leather straps as hard as she could. It did no good. They were fastened too firmly across her upper arms and belly. She kicked and twisted, trying to free herself that way. It did no good.
He put up the metal stirrups used for a gynecological examination and firmly fastened her ankles to them.
She was stripped naked to the waist, her legs held up over her head in such a position that her cunt was widely exposed to the mad doctor. She'd never felt more helpless in her life. No matter what vile, horrible thing he wanted to do to her, he could.
Screaming wouldn't help. The operating rooms were all soundproofed. And at this time of night, the OR wouldn't be scheduled for use. She was as cut off as if he had her on some desert island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
"What are you going to do to me?" she stammered.
"Strip you naked, slave. Or maybe I'll leave the garter belt and stockings. Yes, those I will leave on you. They please me, even if your vile cunt does not!"
"Wh-why are you doing this to me?"
"Call me master, slave! I am doing this because you have failed in your duties and must be disciplined."
He finished stripping off the uniform and cast it aside. She was completely naked now except for her garter belt and stockings. She was held flat on the table, barely able to raise her head and look between her spread, elevated legs at the other end of the examining table.
She was as helpless as a woman can be and totally at the doctor's mercy – if he had any.
"Yes, now to punish you."
She cringed as he lightly touched one of her nipples. She hated herself when she felt excited blood pounding into that fit and expanding the nipple. She shouldn't respond sexually to him. Yet, she was and in a big way. Even her cunt was overflowing with its thick sauces.
"Yes, that's the way I like to see my slaves respond to my touch." He continued lightly scratching her boobs with his fingernail. It didn't hurt. If anything, it tickled. And that was worse than if he'd torn out huge bloody chunks of her flesh.
She was getting hotter and hotter waiting for him to do whatever it was he had in mind. She struggled futilely against the broad leather straps on the table. She knew from experience it was impossible to free her legs from those hideous stirrups. She had been through too many coldly impersonal cunt examinations and she knew she was trapped.
"Go on, struggle. It makes my cock hard watching you." He ran down his fly and let his prick slip out. The limp worm rapidly changed into a long, rigid fucking tool. There was no doubt that he was sexually stimulated seeing the woman naked and helpless on the table.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"Rape you, perhaps… But is it rape when the master gives his devoted slave what she's been craving? Perhaps you will look at this as a reward. I don't care."
He moved and stood between her legs. On the end of the table, he towered high above her. He seemed to take on the proportions of a God. Never had she seen a prick so huge.
Then he dropped to his knees and moved forward. She twisted and turned her hips as much as she could. There was some movement possible, but not enough to keep him from plunging his cock balls deep into her cunt.
She gasped and almost fainted as his huge cock rammed into her hollow twat. She had been feeling such conflicting emotions, it took her completely by surprise. She both wanted him to fuck her and let her go free.
When he actually drove his prick all the way up into her juicy cunt, this decided her. She loved it. She didn't care what he did to her. As long as he fucked her long and hard and deep.
"Please, oh, master, master! Give it all to me!"
"So, the slimy cunt loves it, oh? Very well. I will give it to you!"
He began a gentle back and forth fucking that belied the tone he used. And then he burst into a frenzy of motion. His prick rapidly burned up all her fuck fluids he was drilling into her cunt so fast and hard. The motion of his cock head against her pussy walls drove her wild with desire.
"Fuck me, master, fuck me good!"
He grunted and doubled his efforts. She didn't think if was possible to feel so good after being in such a helpless plight. His thick cock was splitting her pinkly scalloped pussy lips and diving deep into her guts. And she loved it. She wanted more.
Then he was gone. All that was left was a hollow, achingly empty cunt. He had pulled out and wasn't fucking her any more.
"NO!" she cried. "Don't stop! You can't do that to me!"
"I can and I will. Slut. Did you think your master would really give you the privilege of feeling his prick buried in your slimy twat?"
He took off the broad, tooled leather belt he wore. He doubled it and gave it several whacks across his hand. The resounding slapping noise filled her with dread. Was he going to beat her with that horrible strap?
He did.
Once, twice, he laid it across her heaving belly. If left ugly red welts on her once-soft, tender stomach. Then he was strutting around, lording it over her.
"You liked the pain, didn't you? I'll show you pain!"
He pulled out a roll of adhesive tape. He placed two wide strips over her turgid nipples. It didn't hurt when he put it on.
When he ripped if off, she thought he had yanked off her nipples with it. Over and over, he repeated this scheme on various portions of her body. Some of her pussy fur was ripped free of her body. He did this to her erect little clit and she came.