Chapter 8
Before being freed from the punishment harnesses, Kimberly was required to clean out Lydia, now that Dr. Dover was done with her.
Dover fucked her until he came inside her.
Now, he stood with both feet firmly planted on the floor, as he tucked his satisfied semi-erect red member into his shorts.
He pulled up his pants and zipped up, once more neat as a pin.
Throughout the steamy sex session, not once had he removed his rubber gloves, or his other antiseptic medical garb.
Except to take down his pants so he could fuck Lydia.
Lupus still made solid use of her sucking mouth.
But it seemed as though his time was close at hand ... close to coming.
Each time he pulled his member partially out of her mouth, it burned hotter.
He held her head in place as he made his thrusts.
Just as he shook with oncoming orgasm, he pulled completely out of her mouth.
And came all over her face.
Grunting, wheezing, hunched like an old man from the force of the orgasm, Lupus pumped his fist up and down the coming cock.
Spraying gouts of semen shot on Lydia's face, falling wetly in loopy strands.
Despite her drugged haze, she was shocked and scandalized ... and scared.
Lupus held his cock, squeezing each last drop from the penis head, so that her face was covered with the stuff.
Some of it spilled in her open mouth.
It tasted funny ... not funny ha-ha, though.
She smacked her lips and tongue, trying to get rid of the taste.
Down below, her pussy lips quivered, while inside she seethed with a mass of the doctor's steaming come, which filled her pussy to the brim.
Some of it trickled down her slit, on the rubber sheeted table.
Lydia gurgled and groaned.
She just lay there, semen thick in her mouth and thicker in her pussy.
Presently there was the sound of sobbing and pleading.
Kimberly had been freed from the chains which held her against the wall. Additionally, she had been ungagged.
Gone was her defiance ... she was tamed, and close to broken.
"Please let me out of this horrible thing!" she babbled. "I'll do anything you want, anything, I swear, only let me out!"
She could hardly stand and in fact lay slumped in a heap on the floor.
She crouched on hands and knees. She gasped for breath, wheezing, for to breathe deeply would swell her chest, and press her breasts harder against the harness cups.
She kept her thighs spread far out, so as not to rub her crotch and so agitate any further or deeper the harness she wore.
She sobbed and shook and shivered, head pressed to the floor.
"How refreshing, how enlightening!" Dr. Dover exclaimed.
"How wonderful to see the change in deportment and attitude that just a short span of punishment has wrought in Kimberly!
"How delightful! Here was a haughty, an arrogant little bitch, who dared to insult and abuse her betters! But where is that haughty bitch now?
"She is gone! And in her place, we find a little lady, much chastened, very much subdued, who has experienced a revolution in her attitude!"
"Please don't punish me any more, please!" Kimberly begged.
"Ah, you don't care for the harness, do you, dearie?"
"Oh, it hurts!"
"And what would you do to have the harness taken off, and the hurt taken away?"
"Anything! Oh, anything! Only please take it off!"
"Perhaps ... but since you earned the punishment, you must earn the right to have that punishment lifted!
"I will tell you what I have in mind, Kimberly, when we stand at the examining table, where your wonderfully attractive friend is.
"So, come along, my dear ah, but don't walk! No, I shall walk, as befits my status as a healer and physician.
"And you shall crawl, as befits your status-or lack of same as my slave, my toy, my little pet, my plaything.
"Come along now, Kimberly, crawl at the heels of your master, like the good little dog you are henceforth going to be!"
Kimberly sobbed, but did as she was told, and crawled.
She cried constantly now. Her face was swollen from sobbing. Her eyes were red.
When they reached the foot of the examining table, Dr. Dover halted.
"Here we are, Kimberly." He petted the top of her head. "Good doggie! Now, I have a little treat for you!
"Of course you want it, but you'll have to sit up for it, sit up and beg, eh? So get up on your knees, and lift your front paws, dear!"
Kimberly moaned as she knelt, keeping her knees well apart to keep her inner thighs from pressing the crotch piece.
She held her hands up at her shoulders, away from her harnessed breasts.
"Beg me for the treat, Kimberly. Say, 'Please, dear doctor, please may I have my yummy treat?' Say it, dearie!"
Sobbingly Kimberly repeated the degrading phrase.
"Well, doggie, little bitch, since you begged so very sweetly, you may indeed be rewarded with your treat! And do you know what it is, Kimberly? Hmmmmm?"
"N-no, doctor!"
"It's a thick fresh dose of my semen, dearie ... just deposited in the succulent vagina of your golden-haired friend on the table!
"So you just get right up there, Kimberly-stand up, and lean over the table, yes, and get your head between her legs, uh-hunh ...
"That's right, dearie. Now, you will be a very diligent and dutiful doggie, and you will clean lovely Lydia out so that not a drop remains.
"Not a drop, understand! Yes, Lydia will be inspected, and you will be in real trouble if your work proves unsatisfactory!
"Oh, and did I forget to mention ... how you will clean her sweet pussy? Eh?
"It's very simple, Kimberly. You will clean her with your mouth ... with your lips and tongue. And you will lick her spotless!
"Now, little bitch get working!"
Dr. Dover pressed Kimberly's head, forcing her face hard against Lydia's pussy.
Despite the many indignities inflicted on her, drugged Lydia could hardly rouse herself from her foggy haze to take notice of what went on around her.
Everything was distant to her ... voices echoed.
Sobbing, whimpering, Kimberly lowered her head between the bound and spread legs of Lydia, down to her pussy.
The breast and pussy harnesses were drawn tight; Kimberly groaned from pain.
Her tears smeared on the insides of Lydia's thighs, already sticky with spilled semen. Kimberly's mouth pressed the pussy.
"Get in there, bitch!"
Bella Sime put her hand on top of Kimberly's head and pushed the face down hard against the pussy.
Labia spread, smearing Kimberly's face with come and juices.
Kimberly closed her sticky eyelids and licked.
She stuffed her tongue up into Lydia, where a vile mass of come seethed.
Shoulders shaking with soft sobs, Kimberly slurped and swallowed.
After a moment or two, dazed as she was, Lydia could not help but be aware of what was going on at her pussy.
It felt nice ...
She sighed luxuriously, not minding her bonds at all, and tilted her hips.
She rubbed her pussy against Kimberly's sucking mouth.
Kimberly periodically lifted her face to catch a quick gulping gasp of air.
Then down she would go, to resume her oral chores.
At last, she was sure that she had cleaned out Lydia fully. The pink pussy membranes were polished clean and shining.
But only half the job was done, for she still had to lick the pussy lips clean.
Her head bobbed as she rolled her tongue up and down Lydia's slit.
Lydia gasped and rocked her hips in response.
"Well, well, look what we have here, doctor!" commented Bella Sime. "The blonde bitch loves having her pussy eaten by the brunette!"
"A most interesting phenomenon," murmured the medico.
"Lydia is not far from her climax."
"Not far," Dr. Dover agreed. "But I think she has had enough excitement for one night, so we shall halt this when it's still short of orgasm."
He wrapped some rubber gloved fingers into Kimberly's hair, and twisted.
Kimberly squealed, red face taut with pain as her face was yanked from the pussy.
"That's enough for now, doggie," Dr. Dover said.
Come smeared Kimberly's face from forehead to chin.
"I d-d-d-d-dddd-did what you s-s-s-said," she stammered, then begged once more to be released from the harnesses.
Dr. Dover said, "But of course you will be taken out of harness, dearie! After all, you will have to be examined as well!"
Presently Lydia was transferred from the table to a wheeled stretcher cart, while Kimberly was unharnessed and put up on the table.
Apparently the group had sated their lusts on Lydia, at least for the immediate present, for Kimberly remained relatively unmolested while up on the table.
The following day presented an even more exacting ordeal for the two new captives.
It began in the morning, when Kimberly and Lydia were roused from fitful, nightmare-haunted slumber in their adjoining cells. '
These cells were in what had formally been a storeroom, and was now located in the wing adjacent to the examining room.
There were four cells in all. Only two were occupied, by the new girls. Each cell was a single size, and small.
There was a metal cot with a rubber-sheeted mattress and a crude pot to take care of natural hygienic functions.
The cells were created from vertical iron bars being set in sockets attached to floor and ceiling.
The bars were close enough together to prevent any girl from slipping out between them. Additionally, all exits from this chamber were locked from the outside.
Lydia awoke with a splitting headache.
At first she was dazed and wasn't sure quite where she was.
At last she remembered just where she was, and what had happened to her, and then she was really dazed, and terrified.
Her head felt fragile, brittle, the result of the drug after effects of the drug.
Her head rang from the sound of one of the doors to the pen opening.
Dwight came in. He wore the same clothes he had on the night before. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was lank, unruly.
Lydia gasped and shrank to the rear of her cell, back pressing stone walls.
Dwight leered: "Good morning, little ladies!"
He scampered up to the pair of cells, peering in at Lydia and Kimberly.
Lydia remembered her nudity. She put an arm across her breasts, to hide her nipples, and she put her other hand over her crotch.
Kimberly looked sour and shaken and shrunken by fright. She huddled in the corner of her cell, legs bent at the knees, hunched up.
Dwight gripped the bars of Lydia's cell.
"Scared of me, aren't you?" he grinned.
Lydia was silent, but her posture was eloquent with fear.
Dwight peered in through the bars at her. He moved to the next cell Kimberly's.
"Today will be your day," he laughed. "You're even more scared than your little pal there, heh heh heh!
"Nothing to be afraid of, honey I won't hurt you! Come here!"
Kimberly shook her head, no.
Dwight's face darkened.
"I said, come over here, you! Looks like you didn't learn your lesson from last night! You're still rebellious!"
"No, no, I'm not!" Kimberly wailed.
"Get over here, then!"
"I I'm afraid!"
"Maybe you'd like to spend the day back in harness, bitch?"
"Oh, no! Please, not that!"
"Then get over here! Crawl! On your hands and knees!"
Kimberly let go of her legs. She looked to Lydia, but there was no help forthcoming from her. Kimberly choked back a sob.
Her nipples, most of her breasts, were red and irritated from the punishment harness which had chafed and abraded the soft flesh.
Some of the redness and swelling had gone out of the pussy lips since last night, but they were still larger and darker than normal.
Their torment had scraped the skin and left it raw in some spots and highly sensitive, so that they throbbed with soreness.
Inside, she ached as well, from the dildo which had filled her.
Her anus and rectum were equally sore.
Kimberly got down on hands and knees and crawled across the cell to Dwight.
"Come here," Dwight gurgled, "a little closer ... "
Kimberly crawled to the front of the cell, where Dwight pressed its other side.
"That's a good little bitch," he murmured.
He reached out, as if to stroke her head. His hand shot through the bars and gripped hold of Kimberly's hair.
"Owwwww!"
"Got'cha! Hah!"
"You you're hurting me!"
"Yes," Dwight hissed with pleasure.
Twisting her hair, he pulled her face up to the bars. Her head bumped. She cried out. He pulled her pressed to the bars.
Holding her hair with one hand, he fumbled with his pants with the other.
"Owwww! Oh! What are you doing?! "
"Just making sure you won't go away, ha ha!"
She was on her knees. She had to press her face right up against the bars to ease the pulling pressure on her head.
Dwight opened his trousers and tugged them down his spindly hips.
He had a short, stunted lower body, with bowed legs, scaly and white, and an oversized penis made doubly large by his overall smallness.
A rank unwashed smell exuded from him, from between the legs.
"Look what I've got for you!" he cackled.
He held Kimberly so that her face, part of it at least, was wedged between the bars of the cell, and sticking out.
He turned, faced her, slapped his thick limp member against her face.
His penis jerked and throbbed, stiffened.
He rubbed it erect against her moaning, whimpering face.
It stood jutting, a hose of fat upright flesh between his thighs.
"Open up, bitch!"
"I'll suck you, you don't have to hurt me-mmmmmph!" Kimberly was silenced by the gag of flesh, Dwight's stiff cock.
He shoved it deep, so that with one thrust it slid to the back of her mouth, prodding the soft tissues there.
Kimberly's teary eyes widened as she was filled orally with the full length of the rod. Dwight started pumping.
His pants hung down at his feet. He wore no shorts. The tails of his shirt flapped against the clenched cheeks of his bony ass as he pumped.
The meat shoved back and forth in Kimberly's moaning mouth.
"Suck it sweet, slut!"
Lydia, shocked, raised a hand to an open, gaping mouth and moaned.
Through the bars of the cell Dwight fucked Kimberly's face.
It took about five minutes of sucking for him to come.
He pulled Kimberly's hair painfully, to keep her head close to the bars, to him.
His thighs pressed the bars when he thrust his cock deep for the final thrust.
His cock head shoved down into her open throat.
Holding her hair, he came in her throat. "Swallow it!"
Kimberly gulped loudly, sucking down the streaming masses of come.
Dwight howled like a dog, then came and reached his ecstatic peak.
Kimberly choked, but he held her in place so she could not pull away.
His penis shuddered its final spasms; the last come drops bubbled out.
He gasped, then pulled out his cock.
It was red, shiny, thick, hot. It dripped with spit and come.
He wiped it with a fat handful of Kimberly's hair.
Done with her, he released her with a push that toppled her off balance.
She fell on her side, landing awkwardly on her rounded rear, her long legs sprawling open to flash her pussy.
She sobbed, lifted herself off the floor, tears flowing from her eyes.
Her face glistened with tear tracks. The taste of the come was flat and oily and sickening. She smacked her lips to clear her mouth of the taste.
She wiped come off her mouth by rubbing it with the back of her hand.
She was white-faced, nauseated, green around the gills. She clutched her stomach and choked, as though about to retch.
"If you puke," Dwight said, "I'll make you eat it!"
Kimberly hugged her heaving stomach and somehow managed to restrain the urge to upchuck. She crouched on the floor, sickened and ashamed.
Dwight as yet made no move to pull up his pants and cover Ins naked cock.
He took hold of his member and squeezed a fat come drop from its head.
He shuffled the dropped pants hobbling his ankles shuffled to the cell holding Kimberly, to the one where Lydia was penned.
He stood at Lydia's cell, gripping his cock.
"C'mere, you!"
Lydia, too terrified to speak, cowered in the corner.
"I'm only warning you once," Dwight began.
"A very cozy scene!"
Dwight groaned, flinching at the sound of the newcomer's voice.
He peeked over his shoulder, muttering when his suspicions were confirmed, and he saw that it was none other than Bella Sime who had entered the room.
This morning she was dressed in a white nurse's cap and short-sleeved uniform, a tight uniform stretched by her voluptuous shape.
Additionally, she wore black latex gloves, opera length, which reached up past her elbows, and a pair of thick black rubber stockings.
She stood in a posture of dominance, rubber clad hands on hips.
Dwight wilted under her fierce gaze.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself," she began.
Dwight sniveled, "I didn't hurt anybody!"
"No, and a lucky thing for you that you didn't!"
Bella Sime stepped forward, scowling, breasts bobbing and buttocks rolling.
She said, "You know that sweet meat like this is not for you!"
"Sorry ... "
"And pull up your pants, you little worm! I don't want to have my senses offended by the sight of that hideous thing between your legs!"
By now, Dwight was limp, if thick.
He tugged up his pants and sullenly tucked his hot wet cock into them.
Bella Sime said, "Make yourself useful, you toad, and get some restraints!"
Dwight scuttled away, out the open door through which Bella had entered. He muttered under his breath, but not loud enough for her to hear.
"Th-thank you," Lydia murmured meekly.
"Don't thank me," Bella Sime said. "I didn't keep him off you to do you a favor! I did it to enforce the rules of this place!
"As far as either of you two little sluts are concerned you mean nothing to me, absolutely nothing!
"So, don't ask me for any favors, or any mercy I have none for the-likes of you!"
Bella Sime selected a key from a ring of keys worn on her belt. She unlocked the door of Lydia's cell.
Lydia said, "May I may I speak? Please?"
"I suppose so," Bella Sime said grudgingly.
"I I really have to go, er, to the bathroom!" Lydia confessed.
"So what then is stopping you?"
"Why why, there isn't any place for me to go!"
"What do you think that pail under your cot is for?"
Lydia's breasts bobbed and dangled as she leaned over to look under the bed.
"B-b-but that's just a pail!" she moaned.
"And you're just a slave," Bella Sime retorted. "So don't put on any imagine airs, my bitch! The pail is there for your sanitary needs!"
"I I guess I really don't have to go at all," Lydia mumbled.
"Don't play games with me, bitch! I won't have you pissing yourself, or the nice clean floors, because you were too demure to take care of your bodily functions!
"You can just squat down over that pail, and do your business now!"
"But I really don't have to gO-"
Bella Sime slapped Lydia across the face.
Lydia lurched back, against the wall, crying out, raising her hands to protect her face. Bella Sime reached for her breasts.
She took hold of one of Lydia's nipples and twisted it really hard.
Lydia went white-faced and wailing, rising up on her toes to minimize the pain.
Bella Sime gave the punished nipple a final vicious twist before releasing it.
Lydia slumped against the wall, sobbing.
Bella roughly held her up by the arm.
"No more nonsense from you, slut! Do as you're told!"
She hustled the sobbing nude girl to the center of the cell. She pulled the pail out from under the bed and set it in the center of the floor.
Stifling her sobs, Lydia planted both feet on either side of the bucket and hunkered down on her haunches.
She squatted so that her pussy was poised over the mouth of the open bucket.
Her thighs were all taut and so were her buttocks.
The posture put a strain on her. Bella Sime held her in place. "Well, do it!"
"I'm trying, really I am!" Lydia sobbed. "Please, just wait a second!"
"No more stalling, bitch!"
Lydia's punished nipple stood out stiff and purple-red and was swollen to twice the size of its opposite number on her unpunished breast.
She closed her eyes, tears oozing out from under the lashes.
A few drops dribbled down her slit and spattered in the bottom of the bucket.
The flow increased the drops became a stream, then a spray which hissed from her slit and poured into the bucket.
The hollow wooden bucket served as a kind of echoing chamber, magnifying loudly the sounds of the golden shower as it streamed down.
While Lydia urinated, Bella Sime opened the other cell and hustled Kimberly out of it, herding the girl to the front of Lydia's cell.
The streaming flow ebbed, and again only a few golden drops drooled down from the preciously perfect pussy lips.
Bella Sime walked Lydia to the cot and sat her down on its edge.
"Spread your legs, slut girl! And you, crawl over here!"
Kimberly, down on hands and knees, crawled like a dog across the cell.
Bella Sime said, "That's right, just keep crawling until your head is right between her legs!
"You're going to wipe your little pal clean-with your tongue!"
Hard to say which was the more humiliated girl, Kimberly or Lydia.
Kimberly's head went between Lydia's spread legs. The slit was wet, shining.
Lydia looked away, unable to bear watching.
"Don't be timid," Bella Sime mocked, "get right in there!"
She pushed Kimberly's face against the pussy, so that it was smeared with sticky piss, and held the face pressed there.
"Now start licking, and clean her good-outside and in!"
Kimberly slapped the flat of her pink tongue against Lydia's slit and licked the pussy lips clean.
"The inside, too, and get that tongue deep!"
Dwight returned with the sets of restraints, while Kimberly was still orally serving Lydia, and cleaning her out.
"Both you little bitches had better get used to this sort of thing," Bella Sime spoke in passing, "since toilet slavery will definitely be among your duties!"
After Kimberly had licked Lydia to the satisfaction of Bella Sime and to the leering, hard-breathing amusement of Dwight both girls were put into collars and chains, and herded out of the cell section.