But if she hated him, why did she still want his prick fucking long and hard and deep into her pussy?
There didn't seem to be any easy answer for that one. She drifted with the current until she braced her back against one wall of the pool. She was still having troubles hanging onto the sides with her hands bound as they were. She finally floated up and then begged him, "Fuck me. I need that cock of yours fucking me!"
"Call me master."
"Master! MASTER! Fuck me, dammit! I need it!"
"So you do, so you do. Let me show you how it can really be when a real man fucks a woman."
His hands slid smoothly around her silky flesh and he pulled her into the center of the pool. He was in a half-crouch and easily supported both their weights. He positioned her over his lap so that his cock was pushing powerfully up toward her cunt. She opened her legs even though it was painful in her hip and shoulder joints.
But it was sheer heaven when she felt his cock drive warmly into her juiced up cunt. The floating motion in the pool of water, along with the warmth, made her feel all cozy and comfortable. She could almost forget the way her hands were tied behind, her back and to her ankles.
He bounced up and down a few times to get his cock working in her twat. She wished she could reach out and put her arms around his neck for support, to show him how much she cared. She loved him more than any other man in the whole wide world and she wanted this fucking to be the best she could deliver, no matter that she was tied up.
She tensed her cunt muscles around his cock. She could feel the thick head of his prick expand slightly under her cuntal caress. Then he was puffing out of her. She felt empty, alone. She had to have his cock inside her pussy again.
It shot into her. She twisted and turned so that the prick entered her cunt in delightfully new ways. With the soothing water swirling around their joined organs, it was better than she would have imagined possible.
The water trickled by her cunt lips, then shot past the man's cock and balls to make him groan in pleasure. The water whirling around was a brand new adventure for her. She could forget the way her hands were bound. She could even forget her fears about being tortured by the doctor.
"You like this, don't you?" he asked.
"I love it!"
"It'll get better. When the water finally washes away all your cunt juices, my cock will begin rubbing your cunt raw. You'll scream in agony each time I fuck you. You'll beg me to stop because of the friction. Wait and see."
She didn't really believe him. The water could never wash away all her fuck fluids. They were too thick, too copious. He was just trying to scare her again.
Then she felt his prick fucking even harder into her cunt. She felt a tiny pang of doubt then. The lubricants she had always relied on to grease her love tunnel were being washed away just as he said. The man's cock was beginning to chafe and bum as he fucked her. She tried to back away. If only she could have a few seconds without that prick inside her, her body would manufacture enough love juice to make it right again.
He didn't give her the chance.
He drove relentlessly into her cunt. He was fucking her with all the power locked up in his body. And it was turning into agony for her.
The way her cunt lips split apart to admit his prick was delightful at first. Then they were being rubbed and the feeling of getting blisters on them occurred to the woman. Never had fucking been so painful for her.
"Stop it, oh my God, why are you doing this?"
"I like it."
She was crying now. She couldn't help herself. She loved cock, lots of it. And now she was shuddering in pain every time he drove his prick into her washed-clean cunt hole. If he had driven a flaming hot railroad spike into her, the pain couldn't have been worse.
She usually loved the friction of a cock against her pussy walls. The heat would warm her, then cause her to come. She was getting only agony from this fucking.
But, like before in the operating room, she felt a strange new tension building inside her. When the doctor reached down between them and lightly fingered her clit, she came.
All the while he was fucking her, his fingers worked on her sensitive little cunt. Usually this, too, had an ample amount of cunt juice to oil it. Not now. Even this pea-sized organ was vulnerable to unwanted friction.
He gave her all she could bear.
By the time she'd come again, she was positive she would never enjoy sex again. This had started out so beautifully. The water buoyed up her tits and made them float free on the surface. And the rushing water around their crotches had been so nice.
She thought she could have stayed there all day feeling the water wash by her cunt lips and clit.
Then the water evaporated all her natural body lubricants. She was dry, even if she was immersed in the water. When he really got to fucking, she thought immediately of dry humping. That was the way it burned and seared in her pussy.
But she'd come. She had responded to the man's vicious, planned tortures of her tender, young body.
And she loved him the more for it. He was taking the time to figure all this out. Never had a man premeditated a fucking with her. Sure, he was torturing her. That was the hard part for her to take. But he cared. He was showing her with every horrible thing he did to her that he cared.
"Please, master, please fuck me good!"
"Your manhole hasn't had enough, eh? You cunts are all the same. Can't get enough of a real man's prick. Here it is, then!"
He drove his cock mercilessly into her dry cunt. She wasn't able to maintain her position in the water. As the cock shot up into her pussy, she shuddered and came.
Then she was spluttering, trying to get the water out of her nose and mouth. She was drowning.
Peggy blacked out. When she recovered, the doctor was standing over her looking at her with disdain. "So stupid," he said. "I wouldn't have believed even an animal in heat would beg for cock like that."
She wanted to cry and laugh. He had fucked her to climax several times. But had she succeeded? He had done it when he wanted, on his terms, giving her all the pain.
He was still in command.
She loved him the more for it. No easy pushover, Doctor Wilson had maintained his dominant airs and commanding respect from her. She found herself head over heels in love with him. And hating herself for it.
CHAPTER NINE
"You look uncomfortable tied up like that. Do you want me to get rid of the adhesive tape?"
She looked up at him questioningly. She wasn't sure if she should agree or not. She was on her knees, just as if she were being prepared to be beheaded by some ancient executioner. Her hands were still firmly fastened behind her and then to her ankles. She wasn't able to move very well.
Tossing a coppery strand of wet hair out of her eyes, she boldly looked up and challenged him.
"Yes. Untie me." Her tone was one of complete command. He only smiled and nodded. Somehow, that was worse than if he'd yelled at her. She found herself anticipating something really horrible being done to her for this impertinence.
She followed his naked, wet figure as he crossed the room to a traction unit on one wall. She shuddered when she saw all the chains and pulleys and straps on the bed. It was something directly out of a torture chamber in some European castle. Sure, it was called a modem tool of medical science. The people who had been in the gadget knew better.
She tried to escape and found the water soaking her adhesive tape bonds made them even stiffer. She could hardly wiggle, much less escape this mad doctor's grips.
"So lovely, yet so stupid," he said to her. "Don't struggle. It will only tighten the bonds on your hands and feet." She'd already found that out the hard way.