Chapter 3
A row of sweat beads formed across Melinda's beautiful face.
Her forehead was creased from tension, and her face was flushed as she struggled against the ropes that held her in place.
'What are you going to do to me?" she screamed out.
Anxiety made her voice sound higher than normal.
The muscles in her throat were as tense as they could be.
"You are going to be trained. You will learn to love the abuse and humiliation of being fucked while you are tied so tightly you can hardly move," Bernard Shakey said in a voice that crackled with evil.
"You are crazy! You're a madman! Let me go!" Melinda screamed. She tossed her head from side to side, sending her dark hair flying into her face.
She had to blow cool air through puckered lips to get a couple of strands of hair out of her mouth.
"Am I? We shall see. I have a sneaking suspicion that you will change your tune before you leave this room."
"Never. I'll never change my mind. I think you are insane and I hate you. I HATE YOU!" she screamed.
But Bernard Shakey just threw back his head and laughed so hard that his whole body shook from the vibrations.
' The first thing I must do is shave off all of your pussy hair," he said, rubbing his huge palms together with delight. "You are nothing but a sex slave now. It is common knowledge that sex slaves do not have pubic hair. I hope you will excuse me while I prepare a basin of hot water and hone the blade to my razor."
"You'll never get away with this. I'll tell the cops. They are going to throw you in jail and throw away the key!" Melinda screamed.
"I don't think you will Mrs. Manning. No, I don't think you are going to want to tell anyone what goes on here this afternoon," Bernard Shakey said.
He walked over to the sink and once again washed his hands thoroughly.
Melinda's mind raced rapidly as she lay there tied down.
A thousand different thoughts went through her head at once.
After a while she stopped struggling against the ropes.
She realized that she wasn't strong enough to break her bonds, no matter how hard she struggled.
And she knew that the more she struggled, the quicker she would completely exhaust her already weary body.
Something told Melinda that she was going to need all of the energy she could muster.
She had little idea what was going to happen to her, but something told her she should have a reserve of energy on hand.
The ropes were around her wrists so tightly that the circulation of blood was completely cut off to her hands.
By the time Bernard Shakey began to prepare a basin full of hot water, she could no longer feel anything in her fingers.
The ropes were biting into her sensitive wrist flesh, and Melinda could tell she was going to have angry red rings around her wrists long after those ropes were removed.
The same was true of her ankles, forced far apart at the foot of the examination table.
She wondered what Bernard had meant when he said she wouldn't want to tell anyone what happened to her in this room.
She wondered how he was going to manage to keep her mouth shut, even though she wanted to run to the cops at that moment.
She figured she was going to be subjected to some sort of intense brain-washing program, that would strip her of her will.
She knew that Bernard Shakey's methods must work. If they didn't some other poor victim would have told the cops about this place already.
She knew that this wasn't really a sex clinic at all.
It was just a front for a house of sexual sadism.
She shuddered at the thought. It never occurred to her that the methods Bernard would use would be very simple.
The technique he used to keep his women silent was an old one: BLACKMAIL!
Bernard picked up a straight razor, much like the ones that barbers use.
He ran it up and down a thick strap to make sure it was as sharp as possible.
He then heated up some shaving cream and put a big glob of it on his left palm.
He walked to the foot of the examination table and looked at Melinda.
His eyes started on her face, admired her tits, and quickly moved to the swollen lips of her cunt.
He could see that shaving Melinda Manning was going to be no problem.
The toughest part about shaving a pussy was getting around the vulva and in between the cheeks of the ass.
But Melinda was bald there anyway. All he had to worry about shaving was the inverted triangle of ebony tresses above her slit.
No sweat, he figured and rubbed the hot cream all over that hot patch.
The cream felt so good on Melinda's mound that she couldn't help but moan a little as he applied it gingerly.
She could tell that she was getting sexually aroused once again.
Instead of intimidating her into an iceberg, the humiliation of the bondage was actually getting her hornier than she would have been naturally.
"You must keep perfectly still my dear," Bernard Shakey said, resting his thick tongue in the corner of his mouth, between his closed lips.
Melinda tried to relax as much as she could, but she could feel some of her muscles twitching against her will because of the terror she was feeling.
"I wouldn't want to cut you down here between your beautiful thighs. I understand that it hurts so much when you get a nick down there. If you stay very still I promise I will do my best not to draw any blood."
Bernard's cock was still as hard as a rock between his legs.
It stood straight out from his hips and bobbed up and down with anticipation.
Melinda moaned a little inwardly when she thought how good it was going to feel when he slipped that cock into her hot cunt.
Bernard Shakey, to Melinda's pleasant surprise, was hung like a horse, and looked like he would know how to use that meat.
He was fucking huge, she thought, unable to hide her arousal even to herself.
The man had a prick that was at least ten inches long.
And it was thick, so thick that Melinda doubted her fingers would be able to get all the way around it if she tried to take it in her fist.
The thickest part of his cock was the big bulbous glans.
The head of his cock looked more like a doorknob than a glans.
It was a very deep purple color from being engorged with blood.
It looked like it would explode if any more blood tried to pump into it.
The skin across the head was stretched as tight as a drum skin.
That skin was shiny and thin and looked very smooth to the bound woman.
She could see the little piss hole in the middle of that head.
The hole was opening and closing with sexy little spasms.
Melinda couldn't help but think of a goldfish's mouth when she looked at that hole.
The stalk of his cock was very hard also, although not quite as purple.
Melinda could see dilated veins running along that thick stem.
It made his member look angry, in need of tight cunt.
Above his cock was a thick patch of curly pubic hair.
At the top of that patch, a straight line of hair ran to Bernard's navel. His chest and his shoulders had a thick rug of fur on them.
Below his throbbing cock shaft hung the sack that held his balls.
His balls, also, looked to be incredibly huge to the woman.
She figured each of his testicles were the size of a small tangerine.
His wrinkled scrotum hung low and appeared to be filled to the brim with hot sticky man come.
She could see that there were curly hairs growing right out of that sack. , The man's thighs were heavily muscled, and she could see those muscles ripple as he moved.
Melinda decided that if she had to be raped, she was damn glad that Bernard Shakey was the one who was going to do it.
She thought about how deep inside her he could get that purple cock head.
She thought about how far open her cunt lips would have to stretch for him to get that glans inside her.
She knew that he would be able to fill her up completely with that prick of his, and she could feel herself freshly lubricating herself.
Cunt juice, sweet and thick' as honey, formed in a little pool at the base of her swollen pussy lips.
Soon that pool overflowed and Melinda could feel her hump juice' rolling thickly between the cheeks of her ass.
She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the examination table between her forced open thighs.
Melinda could feel her clitoris getting bigger by the second.
Her love button was slowly becoming engorged with red blood.
As her clit grew, it quivered and became stiff and erect.
It poked its tiny head out from under its foreskin.
She could feel the insides of her thighs tingling a little bit.
That tingle slowly spread until it filled her abdomen, and the crack of her sweet, round ass.
Her ass-hole tingled a lot, and she felt as if she wanted that big cock up her ass-hole just as much as she wanted it in her cunt.
Melinda did not want the naked man know that she was getting so horny at the thought of being raped by him.
She figured it was a matter of pride to pretend she was going to hate every second of the impending violation.
But acting had never been Melinda Manning's forte.
She knew that sooner or later Bernard
Shakey was going to figure out that she was into it. She was going to love it.
Melinda didn't even care if he hurt her a little bit when he fucked her with that huge log of his.
She had known for a long time that she liked a little pain with the pleasure of sexual activity.
Still, tears welled up in her big brown eyes, turning them into shiny pools.
Soon those tears overflowed and ran slowly onto her high cheekbones.
Her smooth cheeks were stained by the tracks of her tears.
Those tears ran into the corners of her mouth, then inside.
They tasted salty and bitter, like sea water, as they found their way onto her thick tongue.
Bernard was very sensuous and gentle as he smeared the soapy cream all over the inverted triangle of pubic hair above Melinda's tiny cunt slit.
He could feel her flesh quiver under his caress, and he could tell by how wet her cunt had become that she was very aroused.
He could see that her little man in the boat was erect.
"You are going to love the feeling of having no pubic hair," he said.
"I will not,', she screamed. "I'm going to hate it just as much as I hate you."
"I think not. You will find that the skin on your mound is very sensitive. Without the padding of hair to protect it you will find that being stroked there will be very pleasurable indeed,' Bernard said slowly.
Melinda knew, deep inside, that the man was telling the truth.
She could feel the skin there tingling already, just at the thought of being touched by the cool air for the first time in years.
Bernard began to shave the hair very slowly, concentrating his attention solely on his task.
Melinda could tell he had been sincere when he said he didn't want to cut her.
He was being very careful, and the whole process didn't take very long.
In a matter of seconds she was as bald between her legs as she was on the day she was born.
It was a close shave, and she was pink on her lovely mound, without a trace of the stubble that one might have expected.
Melinda could tell that Bernard Shakey had shaved a few pussies in his day, and had his technique down.
She knew that if he was as good at fucking as he was at shaving, he was going to make her come many times.
Bernard lovingly wiped off the excess soap and hair bits with a big fluffy, white, warm towel.
He threw the towel over onto the shelf next to the wall.
He then allowed his fingertips to run slowly over the new shaved slit, admiring how smoothly he had shaved her.
Melinda found that the skin was more sensitive there, than even she could have anticipated.
She shuddered and couldn't help but let out a gurgling moan from the back of her throat when he touched her there.
"You like the way it feels when I touch you there?" Bernard Shakey said in a voice that was so low it was almost a whisper.
"No," she lied. "I hate it when you touch me. I hate everything about you, you scummy bastard, you."
But her words were not as forceful as they once were.
"I assure you Mrs. Manning, I will not hurt you any more than is necessary. I will only hurt you in the ways that are intrinsic to the training program for which you volunteered. I do not get any kicks out of giving pure pain, but when the pain comes as part of the sex act, that is a whole new ballgame. I imagine that you separate the two in your mind also. I think by the time we are through here we will have quite an understanding. Yes, Mrs. Manning. I think we will understand each other perfectly."
Once again he laughed and Melinda closed her eyes until they were no more than slits.
She knew that she couldn't pretend to hate his touch for much longer.
Her pussy was on fire with desire, and she would have to earn an academy award if she convinced him that she really didn't want him to touch her there.
Bernard replaced the razor and the basin of water by the sink and wiped off his hands slowly with the towel.
He rubbed his palms hard against the towel and seemed to derive pleasure from this as he closed his eyes and moaned when he did it.
Melinda could feel her nipples getting hard and erect.
Even when she was lying on her back her breasts appeared very large.
They were flattened somewhat by the force of gravity, but still stuck up quite a ways as she lay there.
She looked like she had twin mountains resting high on her chest.
Her hard nipples protruded and looked like matching mountain peaks.
"Yes, yes, yes. You do have lovely tits," Bernard said, walking slowly over to the side of the table. "I want to see how big I can get your nipples to grow now, using my fingers, my lips, my tongue, and yes, my teeth!"
He placed his large hands over her twin globes of flesh, and gave them each a gentle squeeze.
He could feel both breasts heaving and quivering like jelly whenever she gasped for air. He loved the way they felt.
They were firm yet supple at the same time, and they were hot.
He squeezed her tits so hard that his fingers sunk into the flesh.
Melinda looked down and could see the man's knuckles turning white.
The pain mixed with the pleasure to become a single sensation.
He squeezed her tit rhythmically, imitating the rate of her own rapid, pounding heartbeat.
He could feel her erect nipples pressing into the centers of his palms.
When he opened his fingers as wide as he could he could just barely hold her entire breasts at the same time.
He moved her tits in a slow circle, rubbing them together then pulling them apart.
He pulled his palms off of her two tits and rolled his fingertips across the hard balls of crimson flesh at their tips.
Melinda closed her eyes, and made gentle whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
She had forgotten about trying to act. She could not pretend any longer that she didn't love the way it felt when he touched her there.
He was only the second man ever to touch her nipples, and she thought that he had a very sensuous touch indeed.
But she could never quite get rid of her fear of the unknown.
Sure it felt good now, but she couldn't totally relax.
She had no idea what else the man might have in store for her.
Bernard flicked his fingertips rapidly across her hard nipples.
He then got those nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
He squeezed them very hard, and felt them get harder under his touch.
"Does that hurt Mrs. Manning?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, I can feel the pain running up and down my spine."
"But it feels good at the same time, doesn't it, Mrs. Manning?"
"No, it feels horrible. I don't like it at all," she said weakly.
"You are lying. Why do you moan and writhe with the pain if you hate it so much?"
Melinda said nothing. She could tell that he was wise to her.
"Yes, it feels good," she said. "But I don't like being tied this way. I expected to get laid when I came here but knocking me out and tying me up is totally out of line."
"Ah, but that is all part of the training, Mrs. Manning. By the time you are done here you will love being tied up just as much as you love the pain. Your husband will love you more for this Mrs. Manning. He will like the idea of tying you up on your bed at home and pumping you good, knowing that you cannot move your arms nor your legs."
"No, he won't. Harold isn't like that. He would never like something like that!"
"I don't think you know men as well as you think you do, Mrs. Manning. All men have a rape fantasy. They get turned on by the thought of tying them up and sticking it to them. I'm sure your Harold is no exception. But we will discuss him more in the future," Bernard said.
Melinda fell silent. She knew that she didn't know very much about men.
She suspected that the naked man's words were true.
Melinda had always found men to be very mysterious creatures.
She never did truly understand why they did the things they did.
She would have been lying, even to herself, if she had said that she considered herself an expert on male mentality.
She figured that Bernard Shakey knew what he was talking about.
Maybe, she thought, Harold will like to fuck me more if I become his complete sex slave.
Melinda had never given much credence to women's liberation.
She always thought that a woman's place was to serve her man.
Being tied up to fuck seemed like just another way of serving Harold.
If she could learn to be completely subservient when it came to sex, perhaps her visit to this clinic would not be the waist she thought it was going to be when she realized the man was going to rape her.
If she learned to love the humiliation, to love the very act of being dominated so completely, she may return home with just the new knowledge she had been seeking when she left home that very afternoon.
Bernard Shakey continued to tug at Melinda's nipples very hard.
He pulled them out from the tips of her breasts as far as he could.
He pulled them until the skin surrounding each nipple was as tight as it could go, and threatening to tear.
It hurt so much that Melinda couldn't help but let out little grunts from the pain.
But even as the pain increased, so did the yearning she felt down between her spread open thighs.
A fresh flow of pussy juices poured from between her swollen inner cunt lips and she could tell that the sticky wet spot she was making between her thighs on the examination table was getting steadily larger.
Each time Bernard pulled her nipples far out, he allowed them to snap back into place.
And each time he allowed them to snap back into place they got a little longer and harder than they were the time before.
Soon Melinda's nipples had grown larger than she had ever seen them before.
For a moment the beautiful bound woman thought the naked man had stretched her nipples permanently.
But, in actuality, she had just reached a point of sexual arousal that had been previously unknown to her.
Bernard let go of her nipples and lowered his head.
He placed one palm lightly on her shoulder and the other on the soft plain of her abdomen, between her dimpled belly button and her bald mound.
"I can see that you spend a lot of time out in the sun, Mrs. Manning," Bernard said just before he began to shower her right tit with tiny wet peck kisses.
"Yes I do," Melinda said, but the words caught in her throat from the passion and lust she was experiencing.
"And I can also tell that you wear a very tiny bathing suit " the man said in between affectionate kisses.
"Uh huh," Melinda said. She closed her eyes from the pleasure and pressed the back of her head hard against the padded table.
"You must enjoy the way men look at you when you wear such a skimpy bathing suit. Men must admire your body a great deal when you wear your string bikini," Bernard said, he too now breathless with passion.
He could feel his testicles aching as if he had never gotten laid before.
His semen swam inside his scrotum, as if in a hurry to emerge.
"I sunbathe in my backyard,' Melinda said, "it makes me feel uncomfortable to have men looking at me with desire."
"This is an insecurity that you will soon be rid of. Along with training you to serve your man in every possible way, we must teach you here to love your body. Your body is the part of you that attracts men the most, and you must learn to use your body to please the men of the world. It is silly to feel embarrassed about your own beauty, don't you think so Mrs. Manning.'
"Please, call me Mindy," Melinda said, her eyes closing tighter as Bernard's loving kisses got closer to her nipples.
'Okay, Mindy. We like to be formal here, but if you want me to call you that I will be happy to. I request however, that you call me Dr. Shakey."
Bernard began to kiss at both of Melinda's hard nipples.
He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and used the very tip to trace a slow line around her right nipple.
He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across that nipple, smiling inwardly when Melinda moaned with pleasure.
She was panting like a wild animal and her moans of joy were coming more frequently as she got hornier.
Bernard flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across each nipple.
Then he wrapped his lips around the right nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth.
He sucked and flicked his tongue at the same time.
Then he got his teeth on the right nipple and nipped at it sending delicious ripples of pain up and down Melinda's spine.
By the time he was done biting and tugging at her nipples, she couldn't believe how hot they were. Her nipples really did feel as if they . were on fire with passion.
He then kissed his way slowly down her belly, exploring her navel with his hot, curious tongue.
"Now I want to find out what your cunt tastes like," he said, and Melinda gasped at the thought.