"That's the ticket," he said. "The bitch is learning how to suck on a man's prick. Good, very good!"
The words cheered her as if she'd been told she'd won a sweepstakes and would never have to work again the rest of her life. She was living only to please him now. Sure, he'd beat her. But she had deserved it. She should have been disciplined severely for what she'd done in the operating room.
It showed he cared for her. Otherwise, he would have totally ignored her. She had that much to be thankful for. He thought enough of her abilities to want to train her.
She bobbed her head back and forth so that she sucked harder on more of his cock. The tangy taste of an aroused man came to her tastebuds. She managed to nuzzle her nose into his thick bush. This gave her the added bonus of being able to smell the musky odor.
She was happy. Even if he didn't look at her again, she was content that he cared for her at the moment. Hadn't he taken the trouble to make sure she had something in her cunt before starting? Could he really know it would hurt her this badly? And with the table shaking as it was, it ground the jar even more brutally into her softly yielding cunt. But he couldn't know that.
He was just trying to do what was right for her. She knew it. She believed, that with all her heart.
"Keep sucking, damn you, you slimy cunt! I want to feel something! Not just your slobbery mouth all over my prick, I want to feel. FEEL!"
She redoubled her efforts to please him. How she wished she could use her bound hands! But it was not to be. She had to use only her mouth to give him the best head ever.
She started face fucking herself. With her lips pulled into an "O", she clamped firmly down on all sides of his cock. The way he stretched her lips to the breaking point with his huge girth pleasured her. She loved a man who was totally a man.
A big cock wasn't all there was to fucking, but it went a long ways. That the doctor had everything else was an added bonus for her. She loved his taste, she even loved the taste of discipline he meted out to her with growing brutality.
Her nerves were all firing out messages of pleasure. The pain heightened her senses. Without the pain to cleanse her system of all the old feelings, she would never have been able to experience the orgasmic highs with Doctor Wilson.
The thick purpled hood on tap of his prick spread. He was nearing orgasm. She wanted nothing better than to suck and suck and suck up all his pearly white jism. Her teeth scored the sides of his prick, making it ugly red. Then her soft lips soothed and healed any wounds she might have created. That was the best way of getting him off.
Pain, then pleasure. She was certain he understood that message. After all, he was expert at giving it. He could receive, too.
She felt his cock stiffen even harder until she thought it would snap. Instead, it began dancing and jerking hard against her tongue. She licked and stroked the underside until his prick exploded in a wild frenzy of climax.
She caught the first spurt across her tongue. The salty, tangy taste of an erupting man pleased her. She greedily sucked up every drop as it spewed from the end of his cock. Her tongue was coated with his gooey seed. She hungrily wanted more.
By the time his prick had begun to deflate, she had had her fill of his creamy cum. The limp cock fell from between her ruby lips. She licked up all the stray droplets of cum speckling his bush. Then she licked her own lips to remove the last of the taste-tempting heat.
He jumped off the table and looked at her in amazement. Then he said, "You can't get enough, can you, slut?"
"No, not if it's you!" she blurted out. "I love you! Do what you want to me!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
He gripped Peggy under the arms and pulled her off the vibrating table. As the vibrations stopped, so did the jumping bottle rammed all the way up into her cunt. She almost passed out. As long as it had been shaking in time with the table, it hadn't bothered her all that much.
Standing on her feet moved the jar in ways she didn't like to consider. It was ripping her delicate cunt walls. She was certain she would end up bleeding to death.
And when he reached over to her coppery-hair-rimmed cunt and gripped the bottom of the bottle, she almost passed out. He didn't simply pull it straight out. He turned and twisted it around inside her before yanking it out.
"I don't want to create a vacuum inside you that could kill you, you know."
She vaguely remembered the stories of the Hollywood star so many years ago who had killed a woman using a soda pop bottle in just that way. It hadn't killed her ramming the bottle up her cunt, it had killed her when it was pulled out. Air embolism was the technical term.
Peggy shuddered, thinking that might have happened to her. She vowed from that instant on to never have anything but a man's fleshy prick stuck up her cunt.
She didn't realize how prophetic that was going to be.
"Walk, slut, walk and don't you dare stagger in the halls. If you do, you'll really be sorry!"
She tried to walk as straight as she could. Her eyes were unfocused and blurry. She had almost walked out into the halls without a stitch of clothing on. Doctor Wilson had stopped her to put a dressing gown over here bare body. It felt scratchy and rough next to her skin. It had been hours and hours since she had had anything on, except for leather cuffs or bonds of adhesive tape around her wrists.
"Where?"
"Back to Operating Room 13. I want to conduct a little experiment there. Just you and some friends of mine!"
She didn't like the tone of his voice. But he couldn't really do anything to her. His prick was depleted and he couldn't get it up for some time.
Whatever Doctor Wilson was, he wasn't a superman. No human could get a hardon again fast enough to cause her trouble.
And she was right – no single man could.
He guided her down the hallway, a hand on her ass. When she tried to go into an elevator, his fingers gripped her left asscheek and squeezed down hard. She was still wobbling around so his finger shot out and found her asshole.
This straightened her up. The suddenness of it made her pause. When his finger began working its way up her butt, she knew there was no escaping this man. He had her totally at his command when his finger began flexing back and forth in her anus.
"This is to keep you quiet," he said.
She moaned, then bit back her request that he finger fuck her ass. That would have been overheard by the nurse at the desk. And Peggy didn't want old Prune Face to know how much she wanted any attention she could get from Doctor Wilson.
"Good. You're behaving nicely, slave. Don't fuck it up now by doing something dumb."
He ran her into the OR and over to the table she remembered with such loathing; the stirrups were still up on the table. Nothing had changed in the hours they had been absent. It was a good thing he had come back and gotten her. She couldn't imagine a crueler fate than being fastened in that gynecological torture machine.
"On the table. NOW!"
His finger left her asshole with a wet plop. She almost staggered and fell over the table. She hadn't wanted anything to do with the table, not ever again. But now it was almost inviting.
She managed to ease her butt up onto it. Sitting took all the pressure off her still aching hip and knees. Her shoulders were still hurting abominably but she would live. If only he would leave her alone for a few minutes so she could recuperate.
He shoved her flat on the table and began fastening the straps around her body. With her hands pinned under her back, she had to arch her spine to keep from experiencing intense pain.
"My hands! Don't leave them underneath my body like that!"
"Very well. But you must promise to cooperate in my little experiment."
"Yes, yes! Anything! Just don't hurt me any more!"