The room was filled with all manner of looming, stainless steel implements. Never before had she realized how much like a torture chamber this appeared. Some of the gadgets could be changed over to instruments that would have made a medieval torturer chortle with glee. A shiver passed up her spine as she realized this was why Doctor Wilson had brought her here.
He was going to torture her again.
She tired to run. He easily caught her and threw her to the floor. Sitting on her, he pulled out that ever-present roll of adhesive tape.
"You shouldn't have done that, you dumb cunt. Now I'm going to have to discipline you again."
He grabbed her slender wrists and pulled them together behind her back. Two quick circles of tape and her hands were bound tighter than any rope could have done. Every time she tried pulling her wrists apart, the tape stretched just a little and shrank in size until it was as if threads were biting into her flesh.
The doctor wasn't satisfied with this. He commanded, "On your knees!"
She finally managed to get her legs under her and rise to her knees. With her hands bound behind her as they were, it was more difficult than she would have thought.
With her hands only inches from her ankles, he pulled off long strips of the white adhesive tape and fastened her wrists and ankles together. She was now bound in such a way that she couldn't stand or walk.
"Now, off with that gown," he ordered.
"I… I can't take it off. You've tied my hands."
"You will call me master, dammit!" he flared.
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across the floor to a whirlpool bath. Two quick twists of the controls and the water was swirling and merrily bubbling in the pool. Peggy had always liked the soothing, hot water swirling around her before. Now, she wasn't so sure she wanted to get into that pool.
It could be deadly the way the man had set the controls. She couldn't be sure but he seemed to be in a murderous rage.
"Why are you doing this to me – master!"
"That's better. If you won't take off that absurd gown, I must do it for you."
He advanced with a razor sharp knife, made a sudden lunge and neatly cut off the fasteners at the back of her neck. She had been sure that he would slice her. He hadn't even nicked her tender flesh.
Naked again, except for the garter belt and stockings, she huddled on the floor worrying about what he had in mind.
When he began undressing, she became more interested. He tossed aside his shirt to reveal a broad, hairy chest. Tiny strands were turning grey. This gave hint an imposing, dignified air. And when he stripped off his pants, his boner was evident.
The long steely erection poked out in front of his crotch. His cock was bouncing around in obvious lust. The only thing that worried Peggy was, lust for what?
Was it for the torture he could mete out to her or was it actual lust for her seductive body? She didn't know. And that was what scared her more than she ever had been before. None of this had gone the way she had planned.
When she'd sucked him off in the operating room, she thought one of two things would happen. He would either fire her or fall so madly in love with her, they could ball forever.
She never figured he would end up torturing her. Or disciplining her, as he put it. Some discipline!
The worst part was that she liked it, wanted more, and demanded more.
"Into the water, slut." He put his hands under her armpits and easily lifted her. With a twist, she was dangling over the churning water. Then he simply dropped her into the whirlpool bath.
Peggy was more or less ready for what came next. The suddenness of the hot water against her skin made her feel as if she'd been scalded. She knew this was a passing effect. Still, it shocked her. And trying to keep her head above the level of the water so she wouldn't drown was another big problem she had to cope with. Without hands to balance or hold her body upright, she was like a cork caught in a turbulent stream.
Spluttering, she managed to surface and find one of the low shelves in the water where patients could sit and enjoy the swirling hot water. Getting her knees up on it kept her from going back under the surface.
Then Doctor Wilson was in the water with her. He pushed through the frothy hot water and grabbed her by the tits. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. This was both painful and so delightful she couldn't put it into words.
The joy rocketing down into her chest came from the man's fingers pressing into her nipples. In spite of everything, she found herself aroused. Her nipples had grown long and hard. When he touched them with his fingers, she had gotten even more sexually aroused.
But the pain contrasted with the pleasant feeling of a man fondling her tits. The hot water had sensitized her soft, satiny skin to the point where almost any touch would be painful. And he didn't simply fondle her tits, he gripped them with fierce intensity.
"So nice, those tits," he murmured. "Why should a slut like you enjoy such lovely tits?"
He started rotating them in different directions. For a moment, the nurse thought he was going to rip them off her chest. Then he sighed and tried to relax. The soothing water was having its effect and what he was doing was no worse than what any other man had ever done to her.
It was only her expectations of what evil he might do that caused her to tense up.
The way his fingers shoved her rock-hard nipples down into the marshmallowy soft titflesh was so nice she felt like drifting off to sleep. The water whirled around her tits, caressing them, fondling them with feathery, wet fingers that relaxed. And then his hands pressed firmly into her boobs, stimulating her, making excited blood pump harder and harder into them.
Her nipples grew until she was certain they would pop. When he took her nipples between thumb and forefinger to tweak them, she almost came. The sexual tensions in her body had been building. Everything he had done was of a sexual nature and he was getting ready to fuck her. She was certain about that.
Her hands may have been bound behind her back but he could still spread her legs wide and drive that fuck stick of his into her cunt. He planned on fucking her in the soothing, swirling water while she was bound and helpless.
And she wanted it – NOW!
"So you like this, eh? You want more?"
"Yes, oh, yes! Anything, master, anything you can give me will be fine!"
"So, let's see."
He easily lifted her by her boobs and carried her to the opposite side of the pool. The buoyancy helped, otherwise he would have torn her tits from her body with the move. Then a finger strayed down through her coppery red bush to find her cunt lips.
Stroking back and forth, he gently parted her pussy lips to expose the pinkly scalloped, sensitive inner cunt lips. She was gasping for breath as he stroked back and forth over them. Tiny bolts of electrical joy shot through her cunt and into her belly. He was being so gentle in turning her on. This was more like she was used to in lovemaking.
Then she screamed.
He had maneuvered her directly over one of the water jets. She felt steaming hot water smashing into her sensitive cunt lips. He held her in place so she couldn't thrash away.
Laughing loudly, he said, "You like that? You like the feel of the water churning through your slimy cunt?"
"Stop it, stop it! It's burning me up!"
"No, it's not. That's cold water. It just feels hot to you."
She tried to quiet down. Then she realized he was right. It was the sudden shock of feeling the water jet against her most sensitive flesh that startled her. And the water was hot in the pool. Somehow, her body had gotten confused and thought she was being scalded.
The nurse hated the man with all her passion. He shouldn't do things like that to her. She hated him.