When she found her mouth filled with steamy, tasty cum, she knew the man she was giving head to had come. Everything was disjointed and vague to her.
Her entire body was quivering like a racehorse waiting in the staffing gate. Both hands were full of spurting pricks and the cum from the man's cock in her mouth dribbled down her chin. But she got the most out of the man still fucking her cunt.
She relaxed a little bit and let the sensations wash through her body. Her cunt lips turned bright red from the friction of his fucking, then the warmth spread into her cunt. And from there, it burst throughout her body like a spreading forest fire. Her entire body was consumed by the carnal blaze started by the man's prick buried so far up into her juicy cunt.
She tensed her belly muscles a little and felt the contours of the man's cock inside her. The way her cunt walls tightened around him, she thought he was going to come right away. His prick bucked and danced wildly inside her until she was moaning from the added stimulation.
The fucking was reaching the end because she could feel the man's prick expanding until it was swollen past the point where any normal man would have come. But still the nameless man fucked on.
Then it felt as if a firehose had been shoved up her cunt. The fiery hot tide of his jism blasted into her cunt and whitewashed the walls. She screamed then. Her tortured pussy wasn't able to take such a lava-hot outpouring. It was still trying to recover from having the bottle jammed up it while she was sucking off Doctor Wilson.
"Next," came the voice from between her legs. "I've had it. And God, does she ever have one hell of a tight cunt."
"So who wants sloppy seconds?" demanded another.
"Doesn't matter to me. Hell, if Jake says she's that tight, sloppy thirds won't bother me!"
Immediately, she felt another, stubbier prick reaming her out. The men had changed positions to give one the chance to rest. She tried to focus her eyes on the ceiling and failed. Everything was still blurred around the edges.
All that was sharp and intense was the feeling in her body. Where once pain had dwelled, there was nothing but pleasure now. The man – men! – fucking her cunt were giving her the ultimate human pleasure. And each of the doctors she jerked off were giving her a little bit of joy. She knew she was pleasuring them and that gave her a quiet sort of bliss.
Blinking her eyes seemed to form an image out of thin air. It was another doctor crawling up onto the table to get a blow job from her. She managed to get the words out, "Hurry, I want your cock between my lips! I need it! I NEED IT!"
"Shit, she's more than ready and willing, she's damned eager for my lovely old prick!"
"Yeah, you old fuck, she's ready for you."
"Up yours, Fred. Your prick's already shot from having her jerk you off."
"Won't be for long. I'm next in line after Matt finishes fucking her. I don't mind sloppy anything as long as her cunt's still nice and firm around my prick."
"God, it is, it is!" grunted the man fucking her. She was lost in a carnal paradise. The dock pressing into her lips had a new taste to it. She didn't know if she liked it or not. But she sampled it along with all the other joys Doctor Wilson had given her in this operating room.
She knew he was the one responsible for this. Him and him alone. She was forever indebted to him for giving her the choice of how many pricks? A dozen? Two dozen? Or more?
It didn't matter. She had two more fountaining pricks in each hand. She was making the men come faster than they liked, but to hell with that. She was the one on the receiving end of the pleasure. That was all that mattered to her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Peggy had no idea how long she worked on all the men. It might have been minutes or hours or even days. She had all she could handle. And there was no need for her to eat or rest.
She had mouthful after tasty mouthful of jism. She drank more than she had in her entire life. And sleep? Who needed it? She was active enough to wear out fifteen men. That was what counted. That and how well she was pleasing her master.
Doctor Wilson finally called off the gang rape. "Has everyone got his rocks off?"
"Yeah."
"You bet!"
"Couldn't be better!" came the answers.
"If everyone's had the chance at the opening of his choice, then split. I'll take care of all the equipment."
"You gonna take care of her, too? Or would you want us to do it for you?"
Peggy loudly protested, "No! I don't want anyone but Doctor Wilson!"
"That answers the question, Vic. Buzz off. I'd say fuck off but your prick might fall off instead. God, what a fucking this has been."
The men left her alone with Doctor Wilson in, the operating room. He silently shut down all the equipment and finally released her from the straps holding her to the table.
"You can cleanup and report back to your next shift. I'll cover for you if you've missed any work. I don't believe you have, though."
"I love you!" she cried out. "I love you!"
"Don't be absurd. We've had a little fun, that's all. Now run along and don't bother me again. This has been pleasant, but I couldn't care less if I even see you again!"
She sat on the table, naked and stunned. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. After all she'd done trying to please the man, he was turning her down. All she wanted was a little more of his prick. That would keep her happy.
And she'd be happy if he was happy.
He was her master!
"Don't go! Wait, I…" But it was too late. Doctor Wilson had already left the operating room. The swinging doors hissed behind him as he passed through them.
She was heartbroken. She could not comprehend that he had left her like this. She'd done everything he'd asked. She had tolerated the pain, even gotten to the point of enjoying what he was doing to her. And it was all to please him!
She silently put on a dressing gown that had been discarded and walked out of the hospital. No one even seemed to notice her. She was so dejected that she thought she might have vanished from human sight altogether.
At home, a cup of coffee built up her spirits a little bit but not enough. She had to find out if Doctor Wilson had really decided never again to see her. It might all be some elaborate joke he was playing on her. She still hadn't quite figured, out his sense of humor.
She rushed back to the hospital and boldly went into Doctor Wilson's office without even knocking. The man was reading a file. He placed it carefully on the table, then looked up at her.
"So? You've decided to come back to me. Of your own free will?"
"Yes, damn you, yes! I need you! I need what you do to me!"
He leaned back in his fancy leather swivel chair and bit down on the tip of his pen.
"DO you understand what you're saying? That you're begging me to torture you again?"
"Yes, yes! Anything!" she pleaded. "As long as I can be with you. I love you, I love what you do to me. All the other men fall over themselves trying to get into my pants. You… treat me differently. You act as if you don't care. But I know you do!"
"You're wrong. I don't give a tinker's damn about you."
"You must!" she sobbed. She fell to her knees and put her face into cupped hands. This was almost too much to bear. He had to care. He had to!
"However, even though I don't care one whit for you, I do enjoy a willing slave. Are you still willing?"
"Yes!"
"Shut up, slave! You will speak only when spoken to! And you will always address me as master!"
"Yes, MASTER!"
"Get those hands behind your back!"
Before she could obey, he savagely jerked one of her arms behind her in a hammerlock. Holding her immobile, he pulled out a piece of twine from his pocket. Quickly, he looped this around her wrist, then grabbed the other and similarly bound it.