Chapter 3
Brigitte had given Edie a mild sedative upon returning the girl to her room. The drug had been a mild one and the dosage minimal, so that she did not become unconscious; she merely hung suspended in mid-air, it seemed, and lacked the willpower to get off her bed. Her memory of the things she had heard, seen and experienced in the examining room remained vivid, however, as did her awareness of her present surroundings. She realized, for example, that it had been Brigitte who had delivered the exciting touch which had given her the sexual release she had wanted so strongly.
"My God, it was a woman that did it to me!" Edie thought to herself as she lay sprawled on her bed. "What am I then, a queer? Oooh, I can still remember the way her tongue slipped over my clit, so warm and alive! And she didn't even do it hard!
Yeah, and then the way she shoved it all the way in, just when I'd started to....Ahhhhhh! God, it felt just like a prick going in, I'll swear it did! Wow, I wonder if I really am queer? Or maybe it's just that I'm turning into a whore at last, just like Bill told me I would!"
Edie's spirits sank even lower as she berated herself for having so weakly and cravenly succumbed to Brigitte's perverted caress. Her depression ate away at her mental toughness and thus made it more difficult than ever to keep from focusing her attention on the images which played through her mind. At first she tried to divert herself, but the pictures, vividly realistic flashes of scenes remembered from the movie Kirsch had played for her, would not go away.
"Mmmm, the way she sucked him!" Edie thought, visualizing the highly exciting way the blonde had devoured that huge, sperm-smeared prick. "And with his come all over it-ahhh, that's the way it ought to be done, right after a big, juicy fuck! Man, I still remember the way Bill's cock tasted that night ... ooooh, what a blast that was! Even if I knew he was going to tell me off again I think I'd still do it, just the same way! Mmmmm, the taste, the way it smelled!"
Although the images had a powerfully erotic power, the drug Brigitte had given her was strong enough to keep her from masturbating, as she would normally have done were she that excited. Instead of administering to her own needs, she simply lay there, savoring the lustfully stirring images and watching again and again as the blonde cavorted about, pleasuring herself with the man's swollen cock.
She spent a restless three hours tossing on her bed, though the time meant nothing to her. Her watch had been taken away and her room had no windows. She knew that none of the maids, orderlies or attendants wore watches and that there was not a clock to be seen in the whole clinic-the institution was a place where time had effectively stopped, as far as the patients were concerned. Kirsch deliberately set that rule, wanting to keep his patients from orienting themselves with respect to time and thereby making it easier to maintain his rigid control over them.
"Come," Brigitte said, opening the door of her room and stepping inside. "Put on your robe and come with me."
Edie obeyed slowly, since she found that she had to concentrate strongly in order to move at all; she could not possibly have found the strength to have resisted the woman's commands. She donned the robe lying across the foot of her bed and, such was her disoriented state, she found it only mildly disturbing that the mid-thigh length garment barely folded over in front, scarcely concealing her naked body.
"Please be seated," Kirsch said when she had seated herself in his office. He paid no attention to the scandalous way her robe fell open in front when she sat down. "The physical examination, by the way, showed that you are in perfect health. I have also conducted a preliminary assessment of the data gathered during the recent examination we earlier conducted, the material pertaining to your sexual response. Come over here and I shall interpret the data for you. Yes, that is good; now, look at this sheet."
"It all just looks like a bunch of lines to me," Edie said.
"Ah, but your eye is an untutored one," Kirsch said. "They can tell us a great deal about the inner you if they are properly understood. Note, for example, that the lines present a rather even rate of progress for a time-not much variation there, you see. But look here: you will note a sudden change here."
Edie followed his indication and saw that the lines leaped upward sharply at the spot he pointed out.
"This is the moment when we switched on the tape recorder and you began listening to that tape of the couple amusing themselves in bed," he told her. "Yes, I realize that you said the sounds of rutting meant nothing to you, that you were not interested. But, my dear, your body's evidence proves beyond all doubt that you were incorrect."
Edie protested but she knew in her heart that the visual evidence on the graph paper condemned her. Kirsch ignored her denials. "Here is where the film began," he said, further unrolling the mass of paper and indicating another point. The lines swerved up in even more pronounced patterns of excitement, showing stronger reactions still. "And here, the woman in the film had mounted the man; you were watching his prick penetrate her cunt at that mo merit and I daresay you began desiring a similar experience for yourself."
"No," Edie moaned. "I didn't, I swear I didn't!"
"We could easily prove otherwise," Kirsch reminded her. "You were not aware of it but a microphone was recording every moan, every cry you uttered. It was at about that moment that you began vocalizing your desire in no uncertain terms, my dear, and a very strong desire it was."
Kirsch summed up the evidence in a very few words. His machines had caught her every physical response and had recorded them graphically, leaving unmistakable signs of her fervent response to the various forms of stimulation which had been applied to her. Edie looked down with horror as he described her steadily mounting physical reactions and tied them to the various stages of the experiment. He smiled slightly when he pointed to an especially abrupt series of peaks. "This is the moment when Brigitte gave you the caress you desired so strenuously," he murmured. "These two lines here mark the strength of your vaginal and anal contractions during the climax. Believe me, Edie, when I say that I have never recorded stronger muscular contractions in all my years of testing. The fact is, my dear, you are highly responsive in both your vagina and your anus! Yes, the evidence is plain: you would love to be fucked, to put it into the vernacular, in either your cunt or your asshole! And in either case I can assure you that you would experience an orgasm of truly monumental proportions!"
"No, it's not true! You can't be serious!" Edie moaned. "I don't believe it! I don't want to know about such things; they're awful. They're ... perverted!"
"Come now, Miss Mayfield, perverted?" Kirsch asked. "What is a perversion? Bah, it's only the things that a pervert does! And what is a pervert? One who commits perverted acts! What nonsense! What intellectual rubbish! Even you, I daresay, can see that such terms have no scientific validity! The odious nature of such circular reasoning must be perfectly clear! You are not perverted; you are merely a healthy, hot-blooded, beautiful young woman with an extreme hunger for sexual pleasure! And, I might add, a remarkable ability for experiencing it in a wide variety of ways!"
Edie groaned with despair. She could not find the strength for a reply, much less for a refutation. Overcome with shame and embarrassment at having her inner weaknesses, as she considered them to be, exposed and measured, she tried to look away and ignore Kirsch's relentless logic. A part of her argued for compliance with Kirsch's line of reasoning but another part urged holding out against it. Torn in two directions, she could not think of anything effective to say. He continued talking and soon she became aware of the fact that he was referring to his future plans for her.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" she asked.
"We intend showing you," Kirsch continued, "and even convincing you of the fact, that you can enjoy yourself, sexually speaking, with a man-or with a woman, for that matter-and that there is no harm in doing so. Within a week, I should expect, you will be able to walk up to any man and accept whatever kind of caresses he might want to bestow upon you. You will be able to initiate your own patterns of lovemaking as well, even down to the oral forms which you especially enjoy. And you will be able to do all this without the slightest twinges of guilt or anxiety. You will, in a word, be free!"
"You ... you criminal!" Edie muttered in disgust. "You're going to make me into a whore!"
"Nothing of the sort," Kirsch insisted. He lifted the telephone on his desk, punched a button and waited. "Ready to initiate Schedule C, Part One," he said when someone answered at the other end of the line. "In Miss Mayfield's room, at once." He hung up the phone and again looked at the girl. "Merely some further arrangements that will be conducive to your greater comfort," he said. "Brigitte, will you take her back to her room? Very good. That will be all for now."
Edie followed Brigitte back to her room and went inside by herself. The door snapped shut behind her and she heaved a sigh of relief at finding herself alone once more. There was one difference to her room, she noticed; someone had left a pile of magazines on the table beside her bed. Going over to it, she picked up one and let out a shocked gasp of horror as soon as she opened it. Each page showed a couple in some stage of sexual activity! The photographs were exceptionally sharp and detailed enough to show the most exciting parts of each act and each participant's body.
The photograph immediately in front of her eyes showed a tiny but exquisitely beautiful Oriental girl lying on her back. A huge, thickly muscled blond man knelt over her tiny breasts and was in the act of thrusting an enormous cock into the girl's opened mouth. The expression of total bliss on her lovely face showed all too clearly that she welcomed the big prick. One of her hands extended down to her loins and held a thick dildo which she was inserting into the dark lips of her pussy, which had been shaved to remove every vestige of pubic hair. Edie dropped the magazine and kicked it away from her with indignation; she was appalled as much at her own swift, lusty reaction as by the frank lewdness of the photograph. Her own pussy, already gently throbbing from the interview with Kirsch now sprang into hot, vibrant life and began aching at a far quicker pace. She threw her hands up to her face, sobbing in despair, and paced the room. She decided that she would try to find relief in the oblivion of sleep and flipped off the wall switch, only to discover that the switch had no effect. She could not put the room in darkness.
"Five more minutes," Brigitte murmured, watching the girl intently. "If she doesn't act within five minutes we must initiate the rest of the schedule in an examining room. But I do not think that will be needed."
"I think you're right," the man beside her said. "A hot-assed cunt like her, she'll be flat on her back and digging her fingers into that twat of hers in no time. She'll never be able to keep from looking at those fuckbooks!"
Brigitte and the man, who wore the standard white jacket and trousers of the clinic's orderlies, watched Edie through a pane of glass. The mirror over the girl's bureau was a mirror on only one side; the other side provided the people in the adjoining room with a clear view of the girl. A tripod-mounted movie camera stood ready to record all her actions whenever Brigitte gave the order to begin filming.
"Ahhh, just as we thought," Brigitte purred. "Begin the camera!"
As they had guessed, Edie could not resist for long the temptation gnawing away between her thighs. After making several false starts and jerking her hand away, as if she feared that the magazines might explode at her touch, she picked up another. Seeing that it too was filled with photographs of couples engaging in every kind of lascivious pastime, she lay back on the bed and began leafing through it. Her free hand crept down to the juncture of her thighs, found the stiffened tip of her clitoris and closed upon it. In less than a minute she had flung the magazine aside and writhed up on the bed, frantically stroking her hotly aroused slit and arching her hips up into the air. Brigitte watched impassively while Perry recorded the entire episode on film.
"Man, she sure didn't take long to pop that one off!" he muttered as Edie's jerking, spasmodic movements tapered off and she gradually stretched out full length upon her bed.
"She is very passionate," Brigitte observed.
"And what an ass on her! Yeah, wouldn't I just love to get my cock up that funnel of hers!"
"It is very likely that you will have your chance soon enough," Brigette told him. "I am going to get her now. You will wait until we have left, then go to the anteroom off examining room D. The doctor will call you when he is ready for you to take part in the training session."
Brigitte went next door, quietly unlocked the door to Edie's room and stepped inside. Her entry was quiet enough to surprise the girl, who had just lifted the magazine again and was stretching forth a hand to caress the warming lips of her pussy once more.
"The doctor wants you now," Brigitte said. "You will have plenty of time later to amuse yourself with the pictures and your hand. Perhaps I should point out that there is an object in the top drawer of the night stand which you might find useful later."
Edie had jerked her hand away from her pussy and put the magazine to one side when Brigitte had announced her presence. Blushing fiercely, she slipped on the robe to cover her nakedness. Turning to the night stand, she looked at it for a moment and then opened the drawer. She recoiled, gasping with shock, but continued to look down into the partially opened drawer. It contained nothing except a dildo, a cunningly fashioned model of very generous proportions and molded so as to copy the veins and surface irregularities of a male sexual organ. Made of semi-soft rubbery plastic and with a stiff core, it even included a replica of a man's testicles. Altogether, it was at once the most obscene and exciting object Edie had ever seen and her clitoris gave a series of sharp jolts as her nervous system responded to the sight.
"Call it a present for your, er, lonelier moments," Brigitte said. "It is an exact copy of the organ of one of our attendants. Feel free to pleasure yourself with it whenever you wish."
"Ugghhh!" Edie said, managing a lady-like shudder of disgust. "As if I would even look at such a hideous thing, much less touch it!"
"Come this way," Brigitte said, standing aside and ushering her out of the room. "Think it over, dear. You might well find that it provides far more pleasure than you can get from your finger. Or perhaps you might prefer to try for some dual stimulation: you know, work the dildo in and out of your asshole as you finger your clitoris and look at the picture of people fucking and sucking. Many women enjoy multiple stimulation of that sort."
Edie again protested bitterly, saying that she had no intention of engaging in such debauched practices, but even as she spoke she wondered if she would really have the strength to resist the beguiling temptation. She followed Brigitte without questioning the woman into the examining room. Again she was forced to mount the table and allow herself to be strapped into place. Her feet were again placed in the stainless steel stirrups and bound there, forcing her thighs far apart. Her robe had fallen open, naturally, and Brigitte pulled it farther apart, leaving her breasts completely uncovered.
"Very good," Kirsch said when he walked into the room. "Let us attach the instruments now."
Within a short time Edie was again connected to a variety of machines. Kirsch's eyes narrowed thoughtfully upon hearing her utter a soft, whimpering moan when the probes were placed in her tender orifices, but he said nothing.
"What are you going to do this time?" Edie asked in a thin, quavering tone. "Show more of those filthy pictures?"
"Not at all," Kirsch replied. "This time, my dear, we shall provide you with living models!"
With that he summoned Perry into the room. He walked over to the table, leered down at Edie and touched her hip. When she recognized him and understood the nature of his frank, appraising look, she blushed even more violently and snapped her head away.
"Turn your head away if you wish," Kirsch said, "but I shall be quite surprised if you do not soon turn back to watch. Perry is just now removing his clothing. The nurse, my wife, is removing hers too. Ahhh, what a handsome couple they are! Such handsome, perfectly formed bodies! Now they are entirely nude, Edie. What do you think they are going to do now, hmmm?"
"I don't want to know anything about it!" Edie cried out. "It will be something vile and evil, I'm sure of that."
"They would probably say, rather, something exciting and deliciously satisfying," Kirsch said.. 'Ah, I see-they are going to do exactly what you would like to do with Perry! At this very moment, if you were to look to your right, you would see that Brigitte is caressing his cock, bringing it up to an erection. And it is a stupendous erection, my dear; Perry is superbly equipped and his prick has an aspect of the utmost virility. Ahh, that is better!"
As Kirsch had expected, Edie found it impossible to keep from looking in the direction he had indicated. His voice had a soft, almost hypnotic quality and she found it useless to try ignoring his suggestions. Looking to her right, she saw Perry's naked cock and the sight of the massive shaft brought a sharp gasp of shock from her throat. An extremely fine physical specimen, in top condition and deeply tanned, he would have been highly attractive even without the generously proportioned cock rearing up from his flat, muscle-ribbed loins. Brigitte was kneeling at his side and was engaged in stripping the foreskin off the bulging head, then forcing it back over the arrow-shaped knob; again and again she worked the foreskin back and forth and Edie's body responded with unmistakable ardor.
"Such a beautiful specimen!" Brigitte purred. "Edie, this man is a superb lover, the type of man every woman dreams of having at least once in her life! He is yours, my dear, yours if you want to ask for him. Would you like to have his prick rubbing against your lips, sliding over your tongue and down your throat? Or perhaps brushing against the lips of your pussy? Say the word, my dear, and it will be so! Or perhaps you would enjoy feeling him thrust that hard, hot shaft directly up your ass? Ahhh, that would be heaven indeed, would it not? What if he were to lubricate his cock by thrusting it into that hot, wet cunt of yours and then apply it to your asshole? Believe me, darling, a woman's cunt lubricates a prick in exquisite fashion for a fuck in the ass!"
"Stop it!" Edie cried out. She tried to thrash about but the heavy straps bound her securely. "You're making me ... oh, I don't know what!"
"Of course you know what is happening," Kirsch interjected. "Your body is simply preparing itself for the act of love. You are even now envying my wife for her ready access to this virile young man. You are wishing that you could find the strength within yourself to take her place, to hold his cock in your hand, to slide your mouth around that swollen head!"
Edie gasped again but this time her reaction was more one of astonishment than of disgust: Kirsch had read a portion of her mind with appalling accuracy! She nearly fainted when she found that he understood her so well. Brigitte and Perry paid no attention to either of them, of course, though they arranged their activities so as to give Edie the clearest possible view of what they are doing. At the moment Brigitte was covering the head and shaft of his prick with kisses. Edie could see the woman's pink tongue darting out, lavishing caresses on the distended rod, and the memory of the few seconds she had held Bill Phelps's cock in her own mouth came back stronger than ever.
"Sucking is nice, but there comes a time, my dear, when a woman must have more," Brigitte said. "Watch me now, Edie, and see how effectively he spreads the mouth of my cunt with his cock!"
At that she raised herself to her feet and bent forward at the waist. As she bent over, her pussy came into view, winking back between her thighs; Edie felt her own slit give a thud of excitement when she saw that scarlet slit -rimmed with a moustache of thick, dark curls. When Brigitte reached back and clawed at her buttocks, pressuring the outer lips apart and exposing the soft, pink flesh edging down to the crescent-shaped opening, Edie's heart beat faster. Brigitte's cunt glowed wetly and her clitoris, far larger and much more prominent than Edie's, reared out lustily from its fleshly hiding place.
Perry came around to her buttocks and aimed the head of his prick into the target framed by Brigitte's fingers. He worked the thick, mushroom-shaped tip of the lascivious tool up and down the slit, bathing the spongy head in the rich, fragrant oils her body had already generated with such surprising profusion. Then, pressing down to elevate the angle of his cock, he seated the big tool in the rim of the woman's cunt with a quick thrust.
"Ooooohh!" Brigitte sighed. "Mmmm, such a divine feeling! Do you see how neatly he fits into my cunt? Ah, he's so big, so thick; he absolutely stretches me to the utmost!"
Edie could not speak. Paralyzed by the entrancing sight, she could not even think of how incongruous it was to lie there, barely two feet away from Kirsch, while they both watched his wife receive the loving ministrations of another man. Insofar as she was aware of anything at all, her consciousness divided itself between the lustfully arousing sight of Perry's cock diving into Brigitte's cunt and the aching, desperate emptiness which had taken complete possession of her own loins. Her nipples ached with a dull, steady throb that grew stronger every minute and her clitoris vibrated with sexual energy as it asserted and reasserted her imperious arousal.
"Now he's going to drive his cock up into me!" Brigitte purred. "Watch closely, dear; and realize that it could be your own cunt closing around his cock! Mmmm, be careful, Perry; do it slowly and make that wonderful sensation last forever!"
Edie's heart raced faster than ever and a giant fist seemed to have closed around her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. She gulped strenuously and struggled against the straps holding her down.
"Fuck her!" she muttered, though she was quite unaware of the fact that she had even spoken. "Fuck her cunt and shoot come into her! I want to see you coming in her cunt!"
"Agghhhh! Unnngghhhh!" Brigitte moaned as Perry shoved a good four inches of hot, lust-hardened prick into her cunt. "He's like a stallion, a bull! Ohhhh, he's tearing my cunt apart! My God, his prick is like flame; it's a burning rod! Ooooh, do it, fuck me out of my mind!"
Edie continued to watch. The abandoned scene captured her attention as nothing had ever captured it before. When Perry withdrew his prick after that initial thrust, sliding his prick out of her cunt until only the head remained in that organ's tight grasp, she felt her heart swelling up as if it were going to burst. Perry then leaned into her again and sank the entirety of that big rod in Brigitte's waiting cunt.
She sucked in a deep breath of air when she felt him start spearing into her once more; a soft, whimpering moan of exquisite delight slipped from her throat when the head of his cock nosed up against the highly sensitive rim of her cervix and probed at the opening of her womb. Edie saw the soft, chestnut brown hair growing around the base of Perry's cock mingle with the darker, crinklier hair surrounding Brigitte's animated slit and she knew that he was in her to the hilt. Inevitably she thought of what it must be like, having one's cunt pierced to the very bottom and spread wide by such a gargantuan example of masculine sexual prowess.
"Ooooh, I feel his balls!" Brigitte cried out. "They're rubbing up against the lips of my pussy! Ahhh, Edie, I feel them against my clitoris! Mmmm, it's so good, being full of wonderful cock!"
"His prick measures over eight inches in length," Kirsch told Edie. "Just think of that, my dear, over eight full inches! Most women never have a chance to get so large a tool even once in their lifetime, but you have only to ask for it in order to have it as often as you wish! He will give it to you in any fashion, any style, that you desire!"
Edie's brain reeled when she heard that. Even though she was fiercely excited by the sight of that massive prick spearing into the heart of Brigitte's volatile cunt-and Perry had begun thrusting back and forth with a steady rhythm that must have stirred the woman profoundly-she had enough awareness to understand that Kirsch intended breaking down her resistance completely.
"Ohhh, God, won't you ever come?" Brigitte muttered. "Ohh, I'm dying to feel you shooting your load up my cunt! I want to feel that hot, sticky come shooting out!"
"Damn, it won't come!" Perry grunted. "Here, lemme shove it up your ass-maybe that'll get something going!"
He had been cautioned to hold off his climax for a considerable period of time, in order that Edie might be excited more completely by the sight of his prick working in and out of Brigitte's body. He had agreed, of course, and Brigitte had ordered him to suggest the switch to anal intercourse when he felt that he could no longer control his response.
"Yes, do it in my asshole!" she cried. "Wonderful! Beautiful! Give it to me, Perry, give it all to me in my ass! Ohhhh, fuck me in the ass and I'll come with you!"
"Perhaps you thought that sodomy was strictly the province of males," Kirsch murmured, speaking almost into Edie's ear, "but you will see that it is not so. Brigitte is very fond of being fucked in the ass, especially by a man with a large prick. And Perry, as you can see, certainly has no objections!"
Edie saw that the brawny young attendant had no compunctions whatever about serving Brigitte in just that shameful manner. He leaned back, pulling his prick from her cunt, and Edie's heart turned flip-flops when she saw the thick, lust-hardened shaft emerge from that juicy receptacle. It glistened wetly with a generous coating of Brigitte's libidinous oils; it was, in fact, amply lubricated for the task he now set out to complete.
Although the disparity between his massive cock and Brigitte's diminutive anus seemed so great that the very thought of inserting the one into the other seemed ridiculous, neither Perry nor Brigitte gave any indication of finding it so. He aimed the thick, flaring head of his cock up against the woman's tightly puckered ass and closed upon that tiny target. Once he had aimed the big tool correctly he paused to settle himself more securely and to grasp Brigitte's hips in his big hands. Then he arched his hips forward and began pressing against that tender opening.
Edie almost cried out with alarm. She wanted to urge him not to proceed with the undertaking, which she felt sure would rend Brigitte's bowel asunder and leave her bleeding and torn; only the vast, tumultuous excitement which pervaded her body kept her from uttering the warning. Once she had gained enough control of herself to be able to speak, she saw to her complete astonishment that Perry's cock was actually entering Brigitte's ass! To be sure, he had to push hard against her in order to overcome the resistance provided by her anal sphincter, but succeed he did, and with far less difficulty than Edie would have imagined. Brigitte cried out once but then followed the shrill cry with a deep, throaty moan which easily transmitted her approval of the sudden penetration.
"Aurrgghhhh!" Perry groaned as he leaned into the woman's rump and drove his big cock deeper into her ass. "My God, you're tighter'n ever! Huhhhh! Get it to moving, baby, I'm gonna shoot a wad of come up your ass that'll make your fucking eyes pop out!"
"Do it! Shoot your nuts off!" Brigitte groaned, twisting her ass from side to side as the man plunged deeper. "Do it harder! Give it all to me! Fuck me all the way, give it to me hard! Agghhh! Oooooh! Let it come, let your balls go right now!"
Perry continued his skewering thrust and slammed his loins up against Brigitte's buttocks with a final burst of energy. He withdrew slightly, rammed into her again and then pulled back for yet another thrust. Edie watched, spellbound by their rampant sexuality, and felt her clitoris yammering helplessly. She felt her pussy aching as never before. Her clitoris seemed to have at least trebled in size and emitted a steady series of shattering throbs. Her entire cunt ached dully and frantically signalled its all-consuming hunger. She continued to watch as Perry worked himself into a frenzy and then pressed up close to Brigitte's rump, shuddering and groaning horribly when his balls sprang into gushing action.
"I feel it!" Brigitte shrieked, twisting about spasmodically. "Ohhhh, I feel your cock jumping; it's shooting out that beautiful come! Unngghhh! It's so hot, it's so fucking hot! Agghhh! Do it, Perry, do it! Fill my ass with spunk! Let it all shoot up my ass!"
It was only later that Edie realized the full significance of what she had witnessed: Brigitte had taken every inch of Perry's huge prick in her ass and had betrayed not a sign of discomfort or distress. Rather, her reaction had been one of total approval and delight. Edie would never have believed that such an act would have been possible had she not seen it happen in front of her very eyes.
"We will retire for a few minutes and give you some time in which to meditate on what you have seen," Kirsch said. "Would you like some water? Here, take this."
He extended her a glass with a flexible straw and held it so she could suck a few mouthfuls of cool water into her mouth. She was too excited to notice that the water had a faintly bitter taste; Kirsch had "flavored" it with a small dosage of an amphetamine, just enough to buoy up Edie's spirits and kept her alert and lively. She swallowed the water gratefully, never knowing that she had once again been drugged.
Left to herself and still strapped down to the table, Edie could do no more than look around the room and re-live that momentously stirring experience. Her inner resistance had completely deteriorated and she proved quite unable to banish the erotically thrilling images from her mind. She had been completely fascinated by the sight of Perry's thick cock sliding into Brigitte's richly moistened cunt, and then into her ass; the unmistakable ardor they had shown in fucking each other further added to her aroused state and kept her pussy flowing constantly.
Kirsch allowed her twenty full minutes to herself, though she could not have said whether she had been alone for five minutes or an hour. The drug he had given her sent her off on another dreamy trip and time ceased to have any meaning for her. She did not register any emotion when Kirsch opened the door of the examining room and entered, followed by Brigitte and Perry. The latter pair were still naked and Perry's cock had now sunk into a state of limpness, though it swung far below the base of his belly and looked every bit as lethal as before.
"We have additional treats planned for you," Kirsch said as he drew up a stool close beside Edie's head. "Perhaps you will see something you have not seen before. In any case I am sure you will be deeply affected."
Perry had to be brought back to a state of erection before Kirsch's plan could be implemented. Brigitte performed that feat with her usual efficiency; Edie was too inexperienced to understand just how effectively the woman performed her task, considering that she had brought a momentous climax streaming from his loins barely a half-hour earlier. She fondled the big tool easily and sucked it in an artful fashion that quickly had it swollen out to all its glorious fullness. Edie tried not to watch but could not command her head to turn away: the sight of that limp hulk gaining life and hardness proved to be far too fascinating to be ignored. Kirsch left his seat to go over to the bank of machines and consult the moving pens which recorded changes in Edie's bodily state.
"Just as I thought," he said, smiling briefly. "It is having an effect on you. I could have told as much simply by standing at the base of the table and watching the moisture form on the lips of your pussy but I wanted mechanical verification. Did anyone ever tell you, by the way, that the scent of your cunt is most intoxicating, especially when you are fully aroused? And Brigitte tells me that that organ tastes even better than it smells. But perhaps we should let Perry make that test for himself, eh?"
His implied threat produced an immediate and marked reaction in the girl. She quailed before Kirsch's implacable gaze and tried to sink lower on the table, though the straps prevented her from moving. Kirsch did not allow Perry to sample the girl's pussy, however, and Edie felt a vast relief at being spared. Her escape was a very temporary one, though, because Kirsch ordered Perry to advance toward her and begin caressing various parts of her body with his stiff cock.
Edie gave a strangled cry of protest upon hearing the doctor's order. She knew that she might very well break under that treatment, since she strongly suspected that Perry's cock would affect her even more strongly once it touched any part of her body. Having seen the huge prong going into Brigitte's mouth, cunt and asshole, she viewed it as a supremely sexual object and felt certain that she would react powerfully.
Perry took up a position squarely between the girl's widespread thighs. If he wanted, he could fuck her and she would not be able to move so much as a muscle to prevent him from ramming that long, thick rod deep into her cunt. He had no such intentions, as she quickly discovered. Rather, his tactics were even more insidious, if somewhat less direct. He began touching the naked, bulging head of his cock against the insides of her thighs, which were, of course, exquisitely alive with feeling. By peeling the foreskin back and baring the broad-rimmed head of the tool, he inadvertently made the act even more exciting to the girl; she instinctively felt that she was being subjected to the sexual power of his cock in its rawest, most blatant form.
The girl cried out piteously as he rubbed his prick over the inner surfaces of her spread thighs and gradually worked his way down closer to their apex. It struck her that he was actually caressing her with his prick, just as another man might stroke her with his hands or lips, and that realization made her react even more violently. She felt her pussy's lips throb wildly and her clitoris began humming with passionate arousal. She wailed softly and thrust up against the straps but could not budge from her supine position.
Gradually Perry worked his way closer to the very fount of her sexuality. Brigitte and Kirsch had used the rest period to brief him once more on the exact sequence of events and he made sure that he stuck closely to their schedule. They had warned him to avoid touching his prick to her pussy until he had brought her to a high peak of exultation and, in any event, not to allow her to climax in that mode. He conscientiously carried out his part in the depraved scheme, though it looked for a moment as though Edie would come when she first felt the warm, spongy head of his prick brushing over her lust-maddened slit.
Perry watched her closely and avoided that mishap. By gauging his moves with the utmost caution, he managed to get the head of his prick thoroughly anointed with her cunt's rich outpouring of love-oil. Once he had done that, he moved around the table and brought his cock to bear against her breasts. Her nipples had long ago hardened into brilliantly colored cones of pure sexual anguish; the areolas had turned a rich shade of brown and the nipples themselves had flushed a deep maroon.
"Watch closely," Brigitte told her. "It is almost as though you were caressing your own nipples with your pussy-or at least so it always seems to me. See the wetness on the head of his cock? That is the love-oil from your sweet young cunt, my dear! What a sensual oil it is!"
Although Brigitte's insidiously suggestive words sent heavy tremors of sexual anticipation pulsing through Edie's lithe young body, their effect was minuscule when compared to the electrical shock she felt when his prick grazed her nipple and glided over her breast. She writhed helplessly against the straps and cried out louder than ever. Brigitte watched, spellbound by the heady atmosphere of lust crackling around the small room, as Perry stroked the girl's ripe young breasts with his prick.
"Now her lips!" Brigitte suddenly said. "Touch it to her lips!"
She judged that they had pushed Edie almost to the breaking point, that the girl would climax at almost any moment. Kirsch had emphasized that it was very important to their scheme that she experience that orgasm when Perry's cock was against her mouth; he wanted her to begin associating sexual pleasure with oral sexual contact and this first time was the best place to start. Edie groaned madly, though her reaction was due mostly to her own sinking realization that she would never be able to ignore Perry's cock once it had been brought close to her mouth: she knew, deep in her heart, that she would suck his prick and that no power on earth could keep her lips away from that big tool.
When he moved to the head of the table and stood close to her head, forcing his cock down near her lips, she gave only a token show of resistance. He had barely settled into place when she closed her eyes and turned to him, opening her lips to accept the meaty offering. Her tongue curled tightly around the satin-smooth head and gripped it in a warm, totally sensual embrace that more than adequately bespoke her hunger.
"Suck him! Suck his cock and drink his come!" Brigitte muttered, moving closer to watch. "You will love it, Edie, I swear it! Come, Perry, jack off in her mouth! Let her fuck you with her throat! Shoot your come down her throat, jack off and let her taste your spunk!"
Perry edged away slightly in order to clear his prick from her mouth and give himself room in which to pump his right hand up and down the broad, thick shaft of his cock. Brigitte smiled wickedly when she saw the way Edie stretched out her neck, straining to capture that massive tool once more in her mouth; she correctly interpreted the gesture as a sign that the girl had capitulated and was now allowing her sexual nature to assert itself fully.
By taking his cock away from Edie's mouth, Perry had actually heightened her desire to have it more completely. He began alternating between a few strokes of hand and then thrusting into the girl's mouth. This had the effect of speeding up his own sexual response and soon he could feel his balls preparing themselves for another burst of seminal victory. She could taste her own pussy's moist oil on the head of his cock, a savor that gave added relish to the act, and she knew that her own body would quickly convulse with powerful spasms of orgasmic release.
"Anngghhhh!" Perry grunted. He lifted himself up onto the balls of his feet and pointed his prick down at a greater angle, a shift which put added pressure on the big tool. "Get ready for it, baby, I'm going to shoot a wad of come that'll make you choke!"
Suddenly he lurched closer to the girl, pulling back with his fist when he did so. His cock speared through his tightly clenched fist and penetrated Edie's waiting lips. Sensing that he was preparing himself for a dramatic conclusion, she worked her tongue over the big head furiously and sucked with as much force as she could muster. Perry's cock leaped in his fist, pulsing heavily, and then spurted out a tremendously thick clot of semen. That first jet washed over Edie's curling tongue and flowed down into her throat. As it infested her taste buds with erotic flavors, she twisted her head about sharply, making her mouth exert further friction on his prick. Perry cried out and thrust deeper into her mouth as his cock continued to spurt heavy jets of hot come into the girl's mouth. Edie did not flinch in any way: she eagerly accepted the libation and swallowed every drop. Perry fucked away at her mouth until his balls had given up the last morsel of sperm; then he dropped down onto his heels and sighed heavily.
"Excellent," Kirsch said. "Now we must allow you both a short rest. Then it will be time to proceed to the next step in Edie's training!"