Foreword
Melinda Manning lay tied to the table. Her wrists were bound so tightly that she had lost the feeling in her fingers and they were starting to turn purple.
Her legs were forced open, her ankles bound to the poles at the foot of the examination table just as securely.
The evil doctor stood alongside the table, running his fist up and down his own erect member.
"Please Dr. Shakey, let me go! Have mercy on me!" Melinda Manning screamed, her breasts heaving as she struggled to get air into her lungs.
"Mrs. Manning," the nude man said with a sadistic chuckle. "You came here to be helped, and help is just what you're going to get. You will be thoroughly trained by the time you leave here. You will live only to tend a man's cock."
Melinda struggled against the ropes that held her and writhed as much as her stringent bondage would allow.
She was terrified, but at the same time she could feel her cunt getting wet and slippery at the thought of what was about to happen to her.