Chapter 19
Who have we got here. ? Why, it's Doc! This was Boston's top surgeon, Max: quite young, and very gifted, and you've seen his name in the papers recently, doing transplants, the same as Barnard and De Bakkey: you'd know him immediately if I told you his name.
The girl's Karen, who played 'Ella' in that blue film I described earlier on. I told you she was a good-looking little piece, didn't I!
I think Doc must have been the least unpopular of all our sadists. No one except a masochist actually enjoys being whipped: but Doc did at least try to make his sessions bearable for the girl. They were long, exhausting sessions. (he always got his $1000 worth, all right!). and his girl invariably had her full dose of pain: but somehow, he seemed to make the thing possible. he always saw to it that she had plenty of orgasms: and he could be merciful at the most surprising times: and the girls all knew instinctively that he knew all about pain, from being a doctor, and wouldn't go too far: and above all, he made them feel that their pain was necessary, and that they were doing something useful when they screamed under his lash. So, all in all, I never minded too much when he booked a whipping-room: I knew his girl would be fairly treated, and suffer no damage to her spirit. even though she might have a very sore arse for a week or ten days!
Doc was waiting impatiently in the room when Sam and Marvin brought Karen in. He was stark naked, with a lovely big cockstand on him that argued an exhausting evening for the pretty blonde. "Lay me that beautiful bitch on the couch, boys!," said Doc gaily, "and jack those long legs back so that I can fuck that little cunt of hers!" Then, to Karen. "That'll take the edge off me, darling, and I'll be able to whip your little arse for a good long time without interruption!". then he was up on the bed and deep into her widespread cunt, as the Negroes immobilized the slim graceful body in the doubled-up position that Doc had ordered.
His skilful technique brought her to a long satisfying orgasm that had her squirming and shouting beneath his hard muscular body, though he restrained himself from spending with her. Then, after a pause, he started off again with his deep, steady piston-drive that sent his big hard prick shuttling deliriously in and out of Karen's defenceless cunt. Excited now by the feel of her soft, silky body writhing under his, and by the knowledge that for the whole of the evening all this naked beauty was his to use as he would. to whip, to fuck, to sodomize, to birch, as his fancy might dictate. he made no effort this time to restrain himself: and Karen's sobbing cry of ecstasy as she came for the second time was matched by his gasps of pleasure as his straining prick sought the innermost depths of her vagina as it shot the hot spunk high into her shuddering body.
"Wrists on the pillar, please, Sam!," he said quietly a little later: and for a moment or two he sat on the edge of the couch savouring the spectacle of the naked blonde struggling in the grasp of the two powerful Negroes as they pinioned her slim wrists in the two leather cuffs attached to the steel stanchion supporting the ceiling-beam. Then he picked up a short leather thong, some two feet in length, and walked over to his lovely captive.
"Going to bugger that pretty little arsehole of yours next, Karen love!," he said in friendly tones. "I don't suppose it'll take more than fifty strokes to get me ready. !" The thong cracked home across her naked buttocks: her eyes widened at the sudden pain, and her mouth opened in a cry of protest. just as you see her in the photo here, Max, and don't you agree she looks very beautiful being whipped? You can almost see that thigh quivering, and look at that pretty tit just about to leap all over the place as she twists her shoulders! The photo shows her after Doc had delivered five strokes. count 'em, Max, they show up very clearly!. and you'll note how the whole arse has gone a nice angry red round the throbbing weals.
Actually, Doc was ready for a second helping after giving Karen a round dozen strokes. she knew, of course, that there was no substance in his threat of fifty: but she had done what she could to ensure that it was twelve, and not twenty, by twist-and-turning her naked body as lasciviously as possible as the thong fell painfully across her arse, so that Doc's lust might be more rapidly aroused. Within the minute the slim quivering body was trussed up in a 'deep-kneel' position on the couch, hands and feet pinioned firmly to a spreader-bar, and arsehole in full view in the widely-parted crack, all ready for the coming rape.
But first, Doc had a sly little torment to visit on his helpless blonde sex-slave. He leapt astride her, as though upon a horse. but facing backwards: then he called out imperiously. "Sam! Quick. the scourge!" The little knotted cords swung from the handle with a vicious hiss as he tested the weapon: and poor Karen seemed to shrink within herself as her imagination felt the cruel knots whistling down into her open cunt. But Doc had a subtler and more ignominious punishment in mind. Carefully, he separated the cords and tucked them back along the handle. all except one, which remained hanging in a ridiculous travesty of the erstwhile painful scourge that had drawn so many shrieks of pain from so many naked girls. Doc shifted his grip on the handle and the five captive cords, so that the free one was shortened to a mere six inches long: then he raised his arm. and proceeded to whip Karen on the half-open arsehole with the end knot of the little cord. In the end, her hole went numb under the rain of light, stinging blows: but for the first fifty strokes, with their maddening little stinging bites, she was shouting with ever-increasing urgency as her anus dissolved slowly into a pool of pain. Only when the half-open mouth of the trim little arsehole was puffed and swollen from the savage kisses of the little end-knot did Doc lay the scourge aside. Then he greased her well, and buggered her, frigging her expertly on her clitoris so that she came twice before her aching ring, dancing involuntarily on his intruding prick, succeeded in pulling him off into a long shuddering orgasm that had him gasping with pleasure as he shot his spunk high up into her bowels.
With a sigh of happiness, Doc withdrew his prick from Karen's arsehole: for a moment or two he feasted his eyes on the delicious spectacle of her whip-marked buttocks: he stroked the twelve throbbing weals gently, so that Karen cried out in alarm. Then he cried gaily. "Now for those titties! Upside down X, please, Sam. high up!"
Wristlets, anklets, ceiling-trapeze. the skilled Negroes went swiftly through the steps; and soon Karen was hanging from her ankles with her legs well spread, and the trapeze was drawn up till her two firm breasts were at a convenient height for Doc's attentions: then Sam immobilized her arms with long cords running down from her wristlets to ring-bolts in the floor. Now Karen was ready for the torture of her tits.
Doc spent a long five minutes birching the two lovely globes with nettles, while Karen's shouts resounded through the room. Her naked body writhed ceaselessly under the stinging caresses of the fiery green leaves, and soon the crop of little red papules had spread over the whole of the creamy hillocks, fusing into one vast nettle-sting that made the swollen breasts look one size larger. Then Doc picked up a long thin cane. "As I told you last time, Karen love," he said pleasantly, "it's an old wives' tale that a bruise on the breast turns to cancer. I whipped your tits nicely last time. right? Did you get cancer? No! So what are you worrying about. ?" He amused himself for a few moments by swishing the cane through the air and then arresting it at the last second, while Karen tensed herself desperately for a blow that never fell: but suddenly, when she was lulled into a false sense of security, he followed through in earnest, and the thin cane bit viciously into the throbbing red globes, drawing a scream of pain from the helpless blonde.
Eyes flashing with lust and prick now once more standing rigid against his stomach, Doc gave her three more cruel strokes that had her shrieking with agony as three burning red weals sprang up across her poor aching breasts: then he took careful aim, and sent a fifth stroke whistling in to land fair and square across the two coral nipples. For a moment Karen went rigid in her bonds as the dreadful pain ran through her body: then she shuddered all over, and a desperate howl burst from her throat: her hands worked frantically at the ends of the restraining cords, as she tried vainly to bring them up to protect her martyred breasts. She seemed quite oblivious of the fact that Doc had now cast aside the cane and stepped forward to the helpless body hanging upside down in its revealing X position: nor did she seem to notice when his hand went down to his throbbing prick, to bend it down horizontal so that he could poke it into Karen's yelling mouth. which her carefully calculated position brought nicely to the proper height. But once the big rod of red pulsing flesh was lodged in her mouth, she seemed to accept it instinctively. And so she sucked him off, almost unthinkingly, as his hands played skilfully over her widespread cunt: and as his orgasm approached, he frigged her more and more insistently on her throbbing clitoris, till finally she burst into an orgasm that for a little while replaced her pain with pleasure.
Doc had now dealt very faithfully with his blonde victim's buttocks, tits, and arsehole: and in her upside down position poor Karen was well situated to be punished in the remaining areas of his programme. Using the little scourge of knotted cords once more, he started first with the tender soles of her pretty feet, standing up on a chair to compensate for Karen's position well off the floor. As the toes of one foot curled up in agony, Doc remarked pleasantly. "Of course, it isn't your little feet you should be worrying about, love! You know where we're going next, don't you. ?". a question to which the pretty victim knew the answer only too well: and she was screaming desperately even before the knotted cords hissed down for the first time onto the soft backs of the slim, quivering thighs.
He whipped her slowly, with exquisite precision, laying a band of red, stinging agony some three inches wide all round one pretty thigh, and then repeating the good work on the other leg. Then he returned to his first target: and now Karen's shrieks were heart-rending, as Doc finished his second ring around the other thigh. The third ring was higher still, up in the crotch where the tendons were standing out against the pull of the widespread legs. "Any moment now!," said Doc cheerfully. He paused, and let the six cords dangle from the handle, so that the little end-knots tickled Karen's open cunt. She moaned at the contact: then a chilling scream rang out as Doc's hand flashed down, to send the knotted cords whistling into the naked, gaping quim.
No more than three strokes had fallen before the poor tortured victim lapsed into the blessed release of unconsciousness. Quickly, Doc had the Negroes take her inert body down, and lay it on a fucking-couch: while the long slim legs were held wide open by the grinning attendants, he pushed his muscular body between the scarlet thighs and fucked the swollen blonde-bushed cunt with rapid powerful strokes.