The orgasm surprised her. She hadn't expected such a reaction from the pain he was meting out to her. But come she did.
When he placed a broad strip of the adhesive tape along her cunt lips, then yanked it off in one wild motion, she came again. She didn't understand how the pain in her pussy lips and clit and tits could bring her off. It did. That was all she really knew for sure, she was so confused.
"The cunt loves it, doesn't she? Doesn't my slave love it? Tell your master that she loves this!" He placed a long strip of the tape over her bush and pulled it off, coppery red hairs sticking to it.
"Yes, master, yes! I do, I do!"
"Ha! I was right!"
And he leaped to the table and stroked gently over her agonized cunt. He seemed to like the sticky feel of the tape left on her bush because he dropped to his knees between her legs again. She felt the tip of his still erect boner pressing into her tortured body.
"Fuck you! I will fuck you, my slave, fuck you good!"
He began hammering his prick into her softly yielding body. Once again, Peggy found herself caught off guard. She had thought the merest touch of the man's prick would have revolted her after all he'd done to her.
It didn't when he fucked her deeply, she came.
The orgasm almost ripped the top off her head. Never had she been so turned on by a man. And this was a man who was torturing her, making her feel pain! She couldn't figure it all out. There was too much rattling around in her head, in her tender, tormented body.
The welts across her belly hurt horribly. The places where the doctor ripped off the adhesive tape were stinging. There was even a dull ache throughout her cunt. She couldn't handle all of it. She was certain the dilemma would drive her out of her head.
Then he really started fucking her with his long, impossibly hard prick. It wasn't the light, feathery touches he had used earlier. This was a real fucking. A fucking like only a man can give.
His cock drove mercilessly into her juicy cunt. She gasped when she felt it separating her inner membranes, then corkscrewing around inside her. He was making certain she was getting the maximum turnon possible from this fucking. Nothing less would do.
"Like it don't you, slut?" he snarled.
The words confused her more. How could the doctor give her the gift of his fine cock, then insult her?
The nurse struggled feebly against the restraining straps on the table. She knew it would do no good, yet she felt she had to do something to show him she didn't like what was happening to her.
Then why did she mutter, "Fuck me good! I love you! I love that huge prick of yours!"
She didn't know. The entire world was too confused a place for her to figure out at that moment. She hated the humiliation he was dishing out to her and she wanted more. It was too much for her to handle.
The cock fucking her well greased cunt was something she could understand. That was common, enjoyable. The pain and torture he was giving her was something she would have to work out slowly.
"No. I won't give you my precious cock. You have done nothing to deserve it."
"Wh-what?"
He stood, towering over her again. Then he began jerking off. His hand flew up and down his rigid cock until a white spurt of cum shot through the air. The first gooey bullet of jism lilt beside her head. The next smashed mindlessly into her face. By the time he had finished, her face was covered with his jizz.
"There," he said, as if that explained all. He jumped down from the table and left without so much as a backward glance at the naked nurse.
"Stop, please don't leave me!" she cried out. "I love you, master! I'll do anything you want! Just don't leave me."
She cried for almost an hour before falling asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Peggy didn't know how long she lay on the operating table, strapped down and dressed only in her garter belt and stockings. It could have been a couple hours, it might have been all night. She awoke, feeling tired and aching all over.
The circulation in her arms had become sluggish from the broad leather bands. They had never been intended to be left on for long periods of time. Used to restrain temporarily violent patients, usually a strong sedative did the trick and the straps could be removed.
She struggled briefly against her bonds and decided it was futile. No amount of wiggling would free her. She would just have to wait until someone came and found her, then released her.
The thought that someone would actually see her in this horrible state made her feel a little faint.
It was so degrading. And she would never be able to hold her head up with dignity in Mercy Hospital again. There was simply no way. She would be lucky if she could get another job in any town, much less a burg like Williamston.
Doctor Wilson had fixed her but good. He had disciplined bet, all right, as well as ruining her career.
The hell of it was that she didn't care. She didn't mind being tied up. The demeaning position on the operating table, with her cunt so widely exposed, was not that bad. She didn't even mind his jacking off in her face.
She loved the man. No matter what he did, she loved him. Somehow, the more he abused her, the more she tried to please him.
She wanted him. She wanted to please him in the worst way possible. And he had simply turned and walked out on her.
She had to get him back.
No matter what he asked of her, she'd do it. The commanding air he had about him was what she had been searching for all these years.
She could make any other man do what she wanted simply by snapping her fingers. Luke was a good example. The intern had the hots for her. All she had to do was promise him a little fuck and he would almost literally roll a peanut down the hallway with his nose to get to her. He was like some elemental animal in perpetual rut.
She enjoyed the sex with him. He was a good fuck. But it was too easy. All men were too easy to get.
Except for Doctor Wilson.
His aloofness had been a goad to her. She had set him as a goal like she had all other men. When he didn't immediately bow to her wishes, he became an obsession. She had to have him, no matter what. And when she finally got him to fuck her, he wouldn't even give her his prick.
He'd come in her face.
Her cunt wasn't good enough for his cock.
She hated him for that and loved him at the same time. Peggy was too mixed up to really figure it all out. She just knew he had humiliated her – and she wanted more of it, as long as he was the one doing it to her.
"Have a nice sleep?" came the doctor's booming bass.
She struggled to raise her head. The caked jism on her face cracked a little and began flaking off as she turned to see Doctor Wilson standing in the doorway, hands on his hips.
"Y-yes."
"Good. Let's go to the therapy room."
"Why?"
"Because I said so," he snapped.
He undid the straps. She had intended running as fast as she could from him if she ever was freed. She found she couldn't move her cramped muscles.
Besides, could she bear the humiliation of running through the halls of a big hospital wearing only a garter belt and stocking? She didn't think so.
Better to wait and see what Doctor Wilson had in store for her in the therapy room.
"Here is a hospital gown. Put it on and cover that obscene nakedness of yours." He watched, a quirky smile on his face as she donned the awkward garment. He pointed to the door and simply said, "Walk."
When they got to the therapy room, Peggy was surprised to find it deserted. She glanced over at the wall clock and saw it was 4 A.M. She hadn't realized it was so late. She had been sure she'd lain on the operating table for at least twelve hours. Instead, she had been there less than three.