Chapter 4

Lovely Lydia was stripped naked for examination and inspection ... Intimate inspection. And so was Kimberly.

"You fucking bastards!" she screamed. "You tricked me!"

Bella Sime rocked Kimberly with an openhanded slap across the face.

Kimberly's head jerked with the impact. Her eyes went out of focus.

A raw red imprint on her cheek marked where the blow had fallen. The hit had taken her on the cheekbone, bruising it.

Kimberly, more subdued now, shook her head to clear it.

"You tricked yourself, you little idiot!" Bella laughed.

Her laughter was harsh, mocking. She threw back her head and laughed.

The group of captors and captives was in the central examining room.

Somewhere outside, it was night-night of the same day in which Kimberly had lured Lydia into the clutches of her captors.

But, to her stunned shock, Kimberly found herself a captive as well, in as weird and bizarre surroundings as any she had ever seen.

The examination room was located in a wing of the castle. Basically it was a medical room, with certain key modifications.

Light was furnished by the circular fluorescent lamp which hung suspended from the lofty ceiling by a rigging of chains.

It cast a harsh, cold white light. Its tubes hummed, buzzed.

Directly under it was a doctor's examining table, consisting of a leather-cushioned bed supported by a stout base.

It was covered with a pale green rubber sheet which smelled sweet.

Dangling from the side of the table were various leather loops and cuffs and straps for restraint.

Along one wall was an eight-foot high wooden cabinet, covered with one thin coating of white paint, its glass front revealing shelves stocked with drugs and chemicals.

The walls were painted puke-green, and the floor was liver-colored tiles with stainless steel drains set in depressions.

Various other sinister devices bulked about, looming large, looking ominous as medieval torture machines, which they indeed resembled.

Kimberly was manacled naked to the wall opposite the one against which the medicine cabinet stood. Her wall was opposite the room door.

Chains were bolted to the wall. Attached to the ends of the short chains were iron cuffs, padded and cushioned on the inside.

Kimberly stood with her back to the wall, hands raised to shoulder height, iron cuffs locked around each wrists.

There was a device by which the chains could be tautened or loosed, thus pulling the captive close to the wall, or allowing for some freedom of movement when the chains had a good deal of slack in them.

But Kimberly was too outraged a captive to allow the freedom of slack chains. Those chains could be painful weapons in the hands of a rebel.

No, the chains were pulled taut, so that only an inch or two of play stood between the cuffs on Kimberly's wrists, and the wall fastenings.

To prevent kicking, a leather strap was buckled locked around her legs, just above the knees, pressing the legs tightly closed.

Kimberly thus formed a T-shape, with her hands up at her shoulders, and her legs locked together in a vertical column.

She clenched her teeth, straining, hissing as she fought her restraints.

"That will do you a lot of good," Bella Sime laughed.

She was outfitted in a new, and under the circumstances unusually menacing outfit a white-uniformed nurse's garb.

A peaked white cap perched on top of her head. From neck to knees she was covered in a tight white dress which buttoned down the front.

The dress was short-sleeved and open at the neck. Her legs were sheathed in rubber stockings, skin-tight stockings the color of gum erasers.

Kimberly stopped struggling and sagged back, defeated, sullen, hating.

She snapped, "You fucking bitch!"

Instead of taking insult, Bella Sime laughed. Her laughter was not pleasant.

Kimberly said, "Just you wait until I get out of this-"

"What makes you think that you are going to get out of this, ever?" Bella asked.

"What! You're crazy! How long do you think you can keep me here?! "

"Forever, if necessary ... but I hardly think your stay will be quite so prolonged. It will be, I promise you, just long enough ... "

"What do you want with me?! "

"Flesh," Lupus intoned somberly. "Flesh!"

"But why me?! " Kimberly wailed.

"Why not?" Lupus laughed. "You were a perfect candidate!"

"But but I was loyal to you! I did what you said all you told me to do!"

"What of it?"

"I got you Lydia, you bastards!"

"Yes ... I am sure that your little friend appreciates that, Kimberly."

Lydia silently glared at Kimberly.

Lydia was dressed in a white hospital gown and bound in restraint in a wheelchair, whose wheels were locked so it could not move.

She was gagged as well, and could only stare with silent loathing at Kimberly, stare through eyes bloodshot from crying.

"You fucks," Kimberly muttered.

"Before we're done with you, bitch," Bella Sime sneered, "you'll have had a few lessons in manners! More than a few lessons ... painful ones."

"But what about the cult?! I can serve them! I proved it!"

"There is no cult," Lupus said. "Huh?! "

"We lied," he said simply.

"That's right, bitch," Bella mocked. "We told you what you wanted to hear. We made up a story out of whole cloth and you bought it!"

"I I don't understand!"

"There is no cult, at least, none that we know of! We just made it up, to whet your appetite and get you hooked on the idea!"

"Of course, there is a little group," Lupus said, "but you'd hardly call us a cult ... no, we're just a group of-likeminded individuals who share the same tastes."

He sternly proclaimed: "But you can never join our group, Kimberly."

"Why not?! " She choked back a sob. "Why not?! "

"Because we don't permit our victims to join us, dear."

The door swung open and Dr. Dover entered the room.

He was tall, stooped, gawky, with a long thin corpse-like face, high waxy forehead, oversized cranium, snake eyes, and thin gray lips.

In his fifties, the medical deviate wore a speculum that is, the headband and mirror combination a white lab coat, rubber shoes.

He bustled into the examination room with a scuttling, crab-like stride.

Briskly he clapped his hands together and rubbed them.

"Well, fine! I see we have two prime specimens of lovely young femininity! Delightful! So let's get on with the examination, hmmmmmm?"

"Who what in the fuck are you?! " Kimberly blurted.

"Shut your mouth, bitch, and show some respect to the doctor!"

Bella Sime raised her hand to cut Kimberly with the back of it across the face, but Dover stepped forward, intercepting her.

"Gently, my dear Bella, gently," the doctor soothed.

Bella lowered her hand. "You'll change your tune soon enough, dearie."

"Fuck you!"

Dr. Dover peered at Kimberly, sticking his head far forward. That oversized skull seemed too heavy for his stalk-like neck to support.

He peered at the nude captive through watery, bulging eyes.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?! "

Reaching into the left breast pocket of his starched white lab coat, he fished out a pair of wire-rim spectacles and put them on.

The rounded lenses perched on the middle of his nose, eyes peering through them.

He beamed as he caught sight of Kimberly in his full vision.

"Ummmmm, yes, very nice, yes indeedy! She'll do very nicely! And what is your name, my fine young bitch?! "

"Who are you?" Kimberly demanded.

"Ah, ah-mustn't answer a question with a question, child. I asked you first."

"I'm not talking!"

Kimberly clamped her mouth shut and set her jaws firmly.

"I'll make her talk, damn her-"

Bella Sime started for Kimberly, her hands clutched in claws.

"Now, Bella, there's no need for any drastic measures yet," the doctor said. "I'm sure our lovely little guest guests, actually, since I see that there is not one but two such lovelies I say that our guests must be rightfully bewildered.

"Therefore, since I am their host, so to speak, it is only good manners for me to introduce myself!"

He stepped back so that he was in the field of vision of both Kimberly and of Lydia, whose eyes goggled at the sight.

The medico identified himself: "Dr. Dover, at your service, ladies!"

He made a polite bow, only his smirk betraying the mockery in the gesture.

"Let me explain that it is very lonely out here at the castle, so far away from the bustling cities, and from the habitations of men and women.

"From time to time, I and my associates find it necessary to enjoy female companionship the company of two such lovely and charming young misses as the two of you seem to be.

"Doubtless my method of procuring guests may seem a bit unorthodox to you. but I hope you will forgive me my unconventional style of obtaining you.

"Your stay here should be most pleasant, filled with fun and frolic of a sort that two nubile girls like yourselves are bound to thrill to.

"I hasten to assure you that I am a fully qualified and licensed medical man, a physician, and that you need have no doubts as to my qualifications.

"To insure that your stay here be a healthful one, I will now examine you both to make sure that you are in good health.

"Strictly a formality, since you both appear to be in excellent condition ... although I venture to say, with pardonable modesty, that after you have enjoyed our hospitality here at the castle for a while, you will blossom under our care.

"Perhaps the circumstances under which you were brought here were not the happiest, but here you are, and here you will stay.

"So, keep a good, positive attitude, and everything will go well."

His little speech concluded and the way in which he delivered it indicated that it was a memorized speech he had given many times before-Dr. Dover made another bow to each girl.

He went to Kimberly.

"Now that we understand each other, dear, let's try to start things off on the right footing," he said. "Your name, please?"

Kimberly spat in his face.

A fat glob of phlegm hit him smack in the face, spraying on his glasses, spilling gooey strands down his nose and cheeks.

Dr. Dover did not react at first. His expression remained frozen in the blandly pleasant expression it had before Kimberly's action.

He stood motionless, but his face reddened, so that the dead pale skin glowed crimson under the trickling strands of saliva.

At last he shook, maintaining his composure through superhuman willpower.

He straightened up, moving well out of the range of another such blast.

"Well!" he said at last.

"Some persons just won't listen to reason," he said slowly, his voice quivering with undertones.

"Some foolish young ladies who think they're smart have to be put in their place," he declared.

"For those who are well behaved, no such chastisement is necessary. But for those who are foolish enough to bite the hand extended in congenial welcome, there are remedies to curb even the most high-spirited filly!"

"I'll curb her, doctor!" Bella Sime said "I've had to take a bellyful of her high and mighty airs, setting herself up as though she's better than anyone else

"I put up with it in order to get her here, but now that she is here, I don't have to put up with it any more!"

Dr. Dover said, "Restrain your natural impetuosity, Bella. This small matter can best be taken care of by my assistants."

He called them, summoning them: "Ivan!

Dwight!"

Presently an ill-matched twosome came forth from the shadows, where they had waited with the obliging patience of flunkies.

They were different, but equally grotesque.

Ivan, the larger of the pair, was a hulking giant of a brute, gorilloid, with a low-browed head whose scalp came to a point, and a massive body.

Dwight was small, shrunken, dwarfish, totally corrupt.

Kimberly stifled a groan of fear when she saw the twosome.

Lydia, bound in her wheelchair, at first could not see, but only hear the duo, since they approached from directly behind her back.

She shivered to the lumbersome tread of Ivan, his size-15 shoes clomping and scraping on the tiled floor.

Dwight was light-footed and agile as an imp, his feet prancing nimbly as he advanced, hopping and jumping.

Lydia twisted her head, craning it over her shoulder to see the brute who breathed heavily like a bellows, and the flitting, scampering Dwight.

Worse luck she saw them.

Ivan was an idiot, a high-grade moron. His shaven scalp rose to a point. His low brow beetled over a pair of beady beast's eyes.

His shoulders started sloping from the neck, so that he looked neckless. He had a grotesquely enlarged and overdeveloped torso.

But his lower body was stunted and spindly except for the oversized rod of flesh that bulged in the crotch of his tattered trousers.

His hairy-knuckled hands hung low, but did not scrape the floor not quite.

If Ivan was a gorilla, then Dwight was a baboon, small and agile and cunning.

His sharp-featured face was like a snout, with an elongated muzzle. Lank dead brown hair fell across his forehead, into his eyes.

His eyes were pools of shining perversity.

He was clean-shaven, with dead-white skin. He had unusually long-fingered hands and oversized feet.

Ivan and Dwight stood side by side before Dr. Dover.

The pair took in the duo of captive nude teen beauties.

Ivan giggled, drool spilling down the side of his mouth.

Dwight leered, eyes rolling in frenzied excitement.

"How can we serve you, doctor?" wheezed Dwight.

"You can start by dispensing with the oily servility," Dover said coldly.

"Sorry, doctor just trying to show my respect for your great genius."

"Then do so with deeds, not words."

"You have some new girls, doctor."

"Obviously."

"They're very pretty, heh heh heh!" Dwight's leer here was enough to chill the blood of the captive girls. "Ivan-likes them too, don't you, Ivan."

"Uh-nuh, uh-huh ... "

Ivan unself-consciously reached between his legs, took hold of his groin, and started squeezing his snake-like penis

"Say, doctor, there's spit all over your face!"

"I congratulate you on your powers of observation, you little toad."

"Did one of the girls do that?! "

"Our little miss Kimberly is a bit high-spirited, as youngsters will sometimes be, not knowing the ways of the world yet at their tender age.

"At any rate, it is time she was instructed in the ways of the world our world here, at least!"

Dwight's rat-face swelled with sadistic anticipation.

"Now, here's what I want you to do," Dr. Dover began ...

His instructions were delivered in low tones, so that they were heard neither by Kimberly nor Lydia.

Dwight and Ivan moved into action, going to Kimberly.

Shadows fell on Kimberly's frightened face as Dwight and Ivan loomed over her.

Or rather, Ivan loomed over her, since he was six and a half feet tall, but Dwight loomed under her, since she was inches taller than he.

His face was twisted with lust, compressed by the pressures of it.

"This one is very pretty," he rasped.

"Don't touch me, you scumbag!" Kimberly shrieked.

Dwight's leering smile was twisted.

"What's the matter, pretty girl? Don't you like me?. I like you! Even if your titties are a bit small!"

"Don't don't lay a hand on me, you horrible little man!"

"I'm a little man but I've got a big cock, big enough to split you apart, you slut and if you think I'm big, wait until you've had Ivan!"

He snickered, "Or wait until Ivan's had you!"

"Don't exceed your instructions," Dr. Dover said. "Time enough for such things later. For now, just do what I told you."

"Right, doctor."

Kimberly groaned with disgust and shrank away from Dwight.

"Don't be scared," he gurgled, "don't be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you! I only want to free you from those cold and nasty cuffs!"

"You'll need the key," Bella said, and gave it to him.

Dwight took the small key and knelt by Kimberly, his dog-like head close to her quivering crotch, so that his oily breath played over her pussy.

She shrank back as much as she could, pressing against the wall.

He unlocked one cuff. She tried to kick him, but he had expected that and had positioned himself at the start to avoid.

The same key unlocked all four cuffs.

Kimberly gathered herself for a wild, desperate escape attempt, when the last cuff should open and come off.

She had no chance to carry it out.

Ivan took hold of her in his powerful arms, crushing the breath out of her as he effortlessly carried her to the operating table.

There, Kimberly was held down and locked into a punishing restraint rig so bizarre that before she even knew what was happening to her, it was done.

For Kimberly, pain began ...