Chapter 5
Deadpan Dr. Dover held his glasses under lukewarm running water, while Ivan held shrieking Kimberly down on her back on the operating table.
Dover had wiped the spittle off his face, scrubbing with a hot cloth until he got every last trace of it off.
He still stood at the sink, holding his spectacles under the running tap to wash away the saliva spat there by Kimberly.
She now suffered retaliation for her offensive misdeed.
Ivan held the naked girl pinned down on her back on the rubber-sheeted table.
Both her thin wrists were clutched in his paw of a hand. His other hand pressed her chest between her breasts, holding her to the table.
Her arms were gripped and held together, back along her head.
Dwight and Bella Sime locked Kimberly into the punishment harness.
Bella Sime had fetched the device, devices rather, since it was made up of two separate elements.
Kimberly really started struggling when Bella tauntingly displayed them.
The device consisted of two parts, the breast-binder and the crotch lock.
The crotch lock was shaped similarly to a chastity belt, and their functions were alike ... with certain sinister modifications, of course.
The crotch harness was made of thick leather straps, buckles, and a special crotchpiece which was ultra-bizarre both in design and function.
The crotchpiece, on the outside, bore the grotesque face of a demon, a device skillfully made of molded bronze.
Its interior revealed an even more sinister aspect:
It was equipped with a pair of squat thick plugs.
The plugs were close together, one of them some six inches long, the other about three inches long, but thicker.
Making the devices even more ominous was the fact that the pair of rubber plugs bristled with hard, tiny rubber teeth.
These teeth each were about a quarter-inch in length, and were like the sanitary rubber toothpick often found on one end of a toothbrush.
It was not teeth that these spiky hard rubber bristles would brush.
"Hold her legs down," Bella Sime snapped.
"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Dwight said.
Ivan grunted and drooled.
Dr. Dover washed off his glasses, then wiped them clean and toweled them dry before settling them back on his nose once more.
At the table, Bella Sime had succeeded in locking a horizontal leather belt around Kimberly's middle.
She now pulled it tight, drawing it to the tightest notch she could.
Kimberly cried out breathlessly as the thick black belt cinched her middle.
Dr. Dover frowned.
"Lubricate her first, Bella, if you please," he said.
She shook her head in wonderment. "You're too kind to the bitches, doctor!"
"Kindness has nothing to do with it! I have to examine her later, so I don't want her damaged now!"
"Besides," he added, "our rebellious little miss-Kimberly, is it? our miss Kimberly is a valuable piece of property now!"
Bella Sime crossed to the stainless steel equipment cat positioned close to the examining table.
Its surface was covered with sanitized white linen, and laid out on it were a variety of wickedly sharp, gleaming, pointed medical instruments.
Also it contained a number of stainless steel pots, with lids.
Bella Sime lifted the lid of one of the pots.
It contained lubricating jelly in a liquid state, clear as glycerin.
Attached to the underside of the jar's circular lid lay a long thick vertical spindle, like the kind found inside mustard or ketchup jars in fast-food joints.
Bella Sime lifted the lid, the long thick spindle oozing grease.
"Hold her legs," she said.
"The bitch kicks!" Dwight complained.
But he managed to get hold of Kimberly's ankles, even though she did her best to kick him. Small as he was, he was wiry, and stronger than she.
He clutched her ankles and stood at the foot of the table, holding her legs spread.
Kimberly fought futilely, bucking and writhing. Buttocks clenched, she arched her back as though to throw herself off the table.
But with Ivan holding her arms, and Dwight her legs, she could only flop heavily and thud against the rubber-sheeted cushions of the table.
Bella Sime pressed the greased spindle between Kimberly's legs, pressing it lengthwise against the lips of her pussy.
Then she pulled it upward, smearing lubricant in the slit and on the lips.
She lowered it and smeared grease in the crack of Kimberly's ass, on her pink button anus, which was saturated with grease.
She put the metal lid with the spindle back in the jar, sealing it.
Kimberly was pulled so that her ass was against the edge of the table, while her long legs were lifted and held behind her, so that her ankles were up by her ears.
This exposed her crotch and ass for the penetration of the device.
Bella Sime tormented Kimberly by prodding her pink greased pussy lips with the fat head of the dildo-shaped plug.
Kimberly gasped as dozens of the little rubber spikes pressed her pussy.
Bella pried open the greased pussy lips and slowly inserted the dildo.
Kimberly wailed and sobbed and shook.
The greased dildo fully penetrated her pussy, but the job was only half-done.
Bella pushed back more on Kimberly's legs, so that she rocked back and more of her rear was lifted off the table.
Her ass-hole now was exposed for penetration by the smaller of the two plugs.
Bella thumbed open Kimberly's buttocks, inserting the plug.
"You better relax, bitch, or it will hurt a whole lot more!"
Kimberly's sobs gurgled as the butt plug penetrated her anus.
"All right, stand her up on her feet," Bella said.
Kimberly was eased off the table. Bella gripped the end of the crotchpiece, so that neither of the plugs would come undone.
Kimberly was weak in the legs and could hardly stand.
Ivan, still clutching her wrists, held her arms high and kept her on her feet.
Bella Sime brought the flap of the crotchpiece up in the rear, attaching it to the back of the belt and locking it closed.
But this was only one-half of the total punishment.
The second device was a breast halter. It consisted of a pair of breast-sized metal cones, joined together, and fitted with support straps.
Kimberly's arms were held out the straps of the halter slipped over her arms, as though she donned an ordinary bra.
But this was no ordinary bra.
Its inside was bristling, in each cup, with scores of sharp tiny rubber spikes similar to those on the dildo and butt plugs, but longer.
Those ones on the dildo and butt plugs were tiny, and would cause her extreme discomfort, but little more than that.
These were a bit sharper, longer, and stiffer.
Bella Sime laughed as she kneaded Kimberly's pert breasts and fitted them into the metal breast cups of the device.
"You're almost too small for your titties to fit into these if you were any smaller, we'd have to put you in the next lower size, our junior miss model!
"But no, I see that these will serve the purpose after all!"
So it was that Kimberly was locked into the double torment of a punishing breast harness and crotch harness.
Dr. Dover found her sobbing heartfelt pleas a bit obnoxious to his sensitive ears.
This problem was solved by the timely insertion of a fat ball of cotton between Kimberly's jaws, filling her mouth and muffling her cries.
A fat strip of adhesive tape was pasted down over her lips, that she might not offend by spitting out the gag.
"Lucky you," Bella murmured. "In the old days, when a little slave bitch made too much noise, we had a much simpler solution to the problem!
"We cut her tongue out!" she concluded, bosom heaving with raw mirth.
"And thereby mutilated valuable property, decreasing the value of same," Dr. Dover said. "The tongue is one of the most valuable pieces of equipment that the slave anatomy possesses!
"Think for an instant of all the things that the properly schooled slave can do with his or her tongue, to please a master!
"No, my dear Bella, I fear that I must contradict you the methods of the old days, while brutally effective, lacked finesse!"
Now that Kimberly writhed in the torment of the restraint harnesses, she must wait for Lydia to be examined first.
All this time, Lydia, gagged and bound to the wheelchair, had witnessed the proceedings with horror-struck disbelief.
She kept waiting for this nightmare to end-for her to wake up in her safe bed back at the sorority house, in the night, with a dry mouth, body covered with cold sweat, heart hammering and the relief of knowing it had all been an awful dream.
But this nightmare was real.
As she would now discover, in the flesh.
Lydia was a tall slim blonde with a delicate, exquisite face, pert firm pointed breasts, a high rounded rump, long legs.
All her charms were quite visible and on display, since she was bound nude in the wheelchair to which she was restrained.
She was in her late teens, a sophomore in college.
But she had been stolen from the university, and forcibly enrolled in Dr. Dover's College of Perverse Sexual Knowledge.
Her hair was ash-blonde, straight, fine. Parted down the middle of her scalp, its edges fell along her jawline.
She had a long face with finely formed features and good bones, with jutting cheekbones and a thin straight nose and pale blue eyes.
Now, a gag was stuffed between those pretty pink lips, and strips of tape were pasted over her mouth, that she might not spit out the gag.
She sat in the wheelchair, which was made of gleaming metal tubing and had a canvas seat and back.
Her forearms rested on the arms of the wheelchair, with her wrists bound down.
A canvas restraint strap was cinched around her middle, pulling it tight, and keeping her locked in the chair.
Her bare feet rested on the metal footrests at the base of the chair, while each ankle was bound in place to a chair leg.
The chair was locked, so that the wheels were held in place, rather than being permitted to roll free.
Lydia, always fairskinned, was now positively pale, deathly pale.
Blue eyes bulged from their sockets as she scanned the group of freaks and degenerates thronging the examining room.
No matter where her gaze turned, it met forbidding sights:
There was depraved Dr. Dover, seemingly the ringleader of this group.
Bella Sime was a fierce, buxom bitch. She might have been dressed in a nurse's uniform, but she was no angel of mercy.
Lupus was the terrible person who had overpowered her and captured her.
As for Ivan and Dwight well, best not to think of that pair at all.
Although it was impossible not to. Dwight in particular was aware of her, and she kept catching him eyeing her and leering.
She could just imagine the awful desires and degradations that crawled through his twisted brain like active worms.
How on earth had she gotten into this predicament?
The answer was simple Kimberly.
It was Kimberly who had lured her. The fact that Kimberly's accomplices had turned on her, and made her a captive, too, failed to console Lydia.
What a surprise it had been when was it only early this afternoon? when Lydia. coming off campus to go to the sorority house, ran into Kimberly.
She hadn't seen Kimberly for a month or two. They had been roomies, but Kimberly was a wild girl who ran with a fast crowd.
Dope, drink, sex these were the pursuits of Kimberly and her newfound friends, pursuits which a well behaved young lady like Lydia could not share.
They had been fast friends, but drifted far apart. Kimberly had hardly spent any time in the room they shared for the last few months before she dropped out.
Lydia was a kind and concerned person, and she was worried that Kimberly would get into serious trouble.
From gossip she had heard after Kimberly dropped out, Lydia knew that even that wild campus crowd rarely saw her any more.
Apparently the new company she was keeping intimidated the reckless but basically law-abiding set of hell-raising students.
Lydia had meant to call Kimberly, just to make sure that she was all right, but somehow she had never quite gotten through to her.
Lydia suffered pangs of guilt over that.
She was a caring person ... perhaps she had not tried hard enough to get through to Kimberly, and save her from herself.
But Lydia was surprised and delighted earlier this day, when she saw Kimberly standing on the corner, close to a parked van.
Kimberly looked much better. She had developed a bizarre punk-rock look when Lydia last saw her, with outrageous clothes and hair and make-up.
Now, Kimberly looked much as she had when she first came to school as a freshman.
Her hair was combed in a short but natural and attractive style. That awful make-up, which made her look like a vampire girl, was gone.
Kimberly waved and Lydia had hurried over to her.
They hugged and kissed. It seemed to Lydia that Kimberly was a bit uneasy, and held herself stiffly in the embrace.
But she reasoned that was because Kimberly felt guilty over some of the thoughtless treatment she had afforded old friends like Lydia.
Lydia asked Kimberly what she was doing, now that she was out of school.
Kimberly said that she was into a lot of things, but she didn't say what those things were, and changed the subject.
But she had gotten a ride over from some of her friends, really nice people that she would like Lydia to meet.
In fact, they were right over in the van on the corner.
Kimberly took Lydia by the arm and led her to the rear of the van.
She knocked on the rear van door, then opened it up.
Inside the van was a lurking man Lupus.
He was crouched just inside the van interior, waiting by the door.
Before Lydia could so much as say hello, Kimberly pushed her from behind, into the van, and the man roughly pulled her in.
He dragged her bodily into the van.
Lydia's skirt rose up high on her legs, flashing her white panties.
The man wrestled her to the floor of the van and clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Shut the door!" he shouted at Kimberly.
Kimberly had watched the one-sided struggle with horrified fascination.
She slammed the van door, sealing Lydia in with the man, in the dimness.
His palm pressed her mouth, muffling her frightened cries.
Kimberly got in the passenger side of the van cab.
Bella Sime drove away.
The abduction had taken less than thirty seconds in all, and had been witnessed by no one but the participants in it.
Lydia's long legs kicked and thrashed as she was pinned to the floor.
A round rubber ball, about the size of a golf ball, with straps attached, was pressed by the man against her face.
He took his hand off her mouth.
Lydia took a deep breath and opened her mouth to scream for help.
The ball was stuffed into her mouth, between her jaws.
It was a rubber ball gag, and muffled her frantic cries, so that they were not much louder than the sound of the running engine.
The straps were buckled at the back of her head, tightly closed.
Lydia was gagged.
Her arms were pulled behind her back, her hands crossed at the wrists.
The hands were tied together, behind her back.
She was subdued.
So frightened was she, that she thought she might wet herself, and had to struggle against that shameful lack of control.
The van drove on.
In the van, in a little recess, was a weak light which illumined the interior, which was sealed off from the cab by an opaque panel.
In the dim light, his red, glowing eyes were eerie, unnatural.
Now that she was tied, he rolled her on her back and squatted over her.
Her weight pressed her bound hands, paining them.
He squatted down on her, straddling her hips.
She still was dressed in the outfit she had worn to school: overcoat, scarf, blouse, skirt, socks, shoes.
He straddled her lean hips, his folded legs pressing her sides.
What would he do?
Would he rape her right here in the van?
Sometimes the car stopped, halting for red lights or stop signs. Bella Sime was a cautious driver, obeying all road safety rules.
With the cargo she ferried in the back of the van, she and the others could not afford to be stopped by the police for even a routine traffic violation.
The abductors had other violations in mind.
Lydia gurgled with fear as Lupus started touching her.
He ran his fingers through her silken hair, fondling it. He rubbed and traced the delicate contours of her face.
The red rubber ball gag filled her mouth. Its straps cut into the edges of her mouth, chafing, irritating them.
Saliva spilled from the stretched corners of her mouth, wetting her chin.
Her overcoat was open. He plucked at her blouse, picking open the buttons which ran down the front, pulling its tails out of her skirt.
Lydia's pert breasts were caressingly cupped in lacy white bra cups.
Lupus kneaded and squeezed her breasts through the bra.
He slipped his fingers inside the bra cup, finding a nipple.
He pinched it between his fingers, squeezing it erect.
He pulled the bra cups off her breasts, baring them.
He said nothing, the only sound coming from him was his slow, rasping breath.
He fondled her bare breasts, squeezing them, rolling their stiff nipples.
He moved farther down on her.
Lydia tried to keep her legs closed but he pried them open and knelt between them so she could not close them.
He lifted her skirt, up to her waist, exposing her panties.
She tried to slither away from him, on her back.
He held her in place.
First he touched her pussy through her panties, feeling out the form of it.
Then he reached for the panties, to tug them down.
This was too much ... Lydia's terror peaked.
She wet herself.
The hand of Lupus encountered warm, spreading wetness soaking the crotch of her panties as she lost control of her bladder.
"Bitch! You've pissed yourself!"
He jerked his hand away.
He crawled around the van interior and found a filthy rag before spreading her legs, to mop the wetness on the floor.
"I don't want to be smelling your piss for the rest of the ride," he growled.
Some of it spilled on the van floor, and he blotted it up.
"I'll let you stay in those wet panties for a while see how you like it!"
He tied her feet together and left her with the panties on her hips, the crotch and ass of them steaming and sopping.
There was a mattress on the floor with a rubber covering. Lupus dragged her to it and rolled her on her belly there.
Lydia turned her head to the side and gasped for breath.
At first the wet panties were warm, but as time went by and thy ride continued, they began to grow cool and damply clinging.
The smell of urine, stale and thick, mixed with fumes from the van motor, and the mingled scents of gasoline and oil and exhaust.
Her pussy tingled and felt chafed and uncomfortable from the enforced contact with the soaked and soiled panties.
Time passed.
About a half-hour went by, though Lydia had no sure way to mark the passage of time, except for the fact that her panties were slowly drying out.
She tensed with apprehension when Lupus knelt beside her.
He raised her skirt and pulled down her panties in the rear.
Taking hold of the panties, he tore them off her hips, tearing them at the side seams so that they came off in a shred of fabric.
They were yellow-stained and still quite damp and fragrant with piss.
He rolled her over on her back. Her bush was damp and her pussy lips were sticky. The labia were irritated from the contact.
He lifted her blonde head from the mattress and loosened the gag.
"Don't scream," he murmured. "It will do you no good at all, and will only make me angry. So don't scream."
Lydia nodded her head, silently signaling she would not scream.
Lupus unbuckled the gag straps and pulled the ball from her mouth.
Lydia screamed.
His hand clamped down on her mouth, silencing her again.
"No more than I expected," he said.
He smirked, "For that, you will be gagged with your own piss-soaked panties!"
He pinched her nostrils closed.
When she opened her mouth to suck in a great gasping breath of air, he stuffed the soaked panties between her lips.
He used her own scarf to pin the soiled panty gag in her mouth.
He wiped his hands clean on her hair.
The van drove on.
It was a long drive, over two hours in real time, although to the terrified Lydia each minute seemed like an eternity.
Presently the van arrived at its destination.
After some delay, the van entered the estate grounds and backed up to the loading platform, coming to a halt.
Lydia flinched when the van door was flung open and outward.
It now was night. Lights illumined the loading platform, but they were weak wan lights, as though those who dwelt in this place did not want too much bright light shed on the special items they unloaded at the platform.
Lydia was assaulted with a confused jumble of sensory impressions.
A wheeled stretcher, of the type used by ambulances, waited for her on the platform, as did Dwight.
"Give me a hand with her," Lupus said.
Dwight's baboon form scampered on the platform, in front of the open gaping van door, grotesque in its outline.
He stuck in his head and leered down at Lydia.
"Oh, she's a pretty one! A pretty one! Dr. Dover will be so pleased!"
He reached out a claw-like hand for her crotch.
Lydia gurgled fearfully through her gag.
Lupus slapped away Dwight's hand.
"Get back to your business, fool!"
"You don't have to get so rough!" Dwight rubbed the hand that had been struck. "I was only going to look!"
"She's not for the-likes of you, fool at least, not yet. Now, you take hold of her by the feet, and I'll take her arms, and we'll lift her into the stretcher."
This was done. Bound and gagged, Lydia was lifted out of the van and placed on the stretcher on her back.
She got a quick glimpse of the area.
It was located somewhere in a rural setting--almost a wilderness.
The site was located on an elevation of land, on the side of a hill overlooking a thickly forested valley.
There were no signs of human habitation in the valley.
The sky above was black and dark, much more so than it could ever get in the metropolitan area, from which Lydia had been stolen.
The stars were bright and she saw more of them here than she could see at home. Off in the distance, Over the crest of the far hill on the other side of the valley, could be seen a yellow smudged glow, perhaps the lights of a town or village which was concealed by the solid bulk of the ridge.
The stars were out, but it was a moonless night.
A towering structure loomed over Lydia, a grim, ornate, sprawling, Gothic-style house, its main building close to two hundred years old.
In the interim, at different times, wings had been added, with no thought of matching the decor, so the structure had a kind of crazy-quilt, patchwork look.
It was the only structure in sight, and rested on the plateau, in the middle of some rolling meadows, then a mass of dark walled trees.
A driveway wound to the rear of the house, which was where the van was parked, at the loading platform in the rear.
Dwight crinkled his nostrils, his snout-like face sniffing.
"Sniff! Sniff! ... I smell something!"
"She pissed herself," Lupus said.
"Ummmmmmmmmm!"
Canvas restraint straps, attached to the stretcher, were secured to her.
One strap ran across the tops of her breasts, pinning her arms to the sides while another ran across the tops of her thighs, above the knees.
Lydia became aware of Bella Sime staring down at her.
What a hateful, evil witch she appeared!
But it was the sight of Kimberly looking down at her that drove Lydia wild.
It was obvious that Kimberly was an accomplice of the kidnappers!
Lydia cursed her, but the gag made her words meaningless, although there could be no mistaking of their meaning.
Kimberly looked awkward and uncomfortable.
"Uh, look, you're not really going to hurt her, are you?! " she asked.
"No, of course not, dear!"
Bella Sime put her arm around Kimberly's shoulders and hugged her.
"No, we just want to liberate her into free sexuality, Kimberly, dear."
Lupus and Dwight rolled the wheeled stretcher with its comely captive into the open door and into the house of evil.
In this fashion had she been delivered to Dr. Dover.
Not even Kimberly knew anything of the surgeon, his name never having been mentioned in the phony story fed her by Bella and Lupus.
But Kimberly's cocksureness was fading fast, with the sight of the eerie isolated castle-like house, and this remote wilderness location.
It was a fact that just a few hours drive north from Manhattan lay country like this, so isolated and so secluded.
While Lydia was taken away, to be stripped and scrubbed and washed down in preparation for her inspection, Bella Sime led Kimberly into the mansion.
Kimberly did not know that, just as she had decoyed her unsuspecting roommate Lydia into the van, so Bella Sime was doing a job of luring Kimberly.
All Lydia's whirling memories of this awful day were dissolved when the voice of Dr. Dover snapped her back to her present predicament.
"All right, let's begin!" Dover said. "Bring the other young lady here ... yes, the blonde, you idiots ... bring her to the examining table."
Ivan and Dwight went to Lydia.
Bella Sime, standing by the wall of chains where harnessed Kimberly sobbed and suffered, turned her attention across the room.
Kimberly would keep ... and a new horror show was beginning.