Chapter 3
"You're no doctor! This is no exam!" Laura cried, scooting back on the table while folding her arms protectively over her tits. "I'll examine you in my own way. Now lie down on that table."
"No, no! Don't touch me!"
Laura tried scrambling from the table. But Jack was far quicker and stronger than she was. She felt his bear-like hands grip her slender shoulders, wheeling her about and slamming her down hard against the tabletop. She was wild, kicking and biting and screaming, the balls of her feet hitting Jack at times across the shoulders.
"Feisty little slut, eh? Let's see how this sits with you." Laura felt him slapping her senseless, that brutal paw-like hand striking her again and again, crashing against her chin and nearly breaking her jaw. The last blow caught the teenager on the forehead, stunning her into silence. Laura's legs slipped down while her head rolled to the side, the room spinning around her dizzyingly.
That man, this "doctor" of the school, was going to torment her the way Ellen had- perhaps worse, she thought, looking around at all the medical instruments gleaming behind the glass doors of the surrounding cabinets, Suddenly all sorts of things flashed through her head, stories of how girls had been found in ditches all the time, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. Was she going to be another such victim? Laura tried to regain some of her strength to fight off this animal. But he had successfully knocked her strength from her. "Now, we can start," he said.
Laura felt something like cord around her wrists. She moaned, drawing one hand aver to knock his away. Dr. Handley ignored her feeble attempt to fight back, binding her wrists to two small projections jutting from either end of the table near her head. He was careful not to lay the rape over the chafed areas near her palm. For this Laura was grateful. But unlike the thicker straps Ellen had used earlier, these were thin and cut into her flesh. It let her know, she guessed, that the more she struggled, the more it would hurt. When the girl felt something wrap around her ankles she raised her head slightly from the table and saw the same white card being wrapped around her feet. But then something odd happened. Jack pushed both feet back until the heels were touching her ass. He roped them to her feet, forcing her into a spread position. To ensure the girl couldn't snap her legs together without some effort, Dr. Handley looped another long piece of cord around her right knee, running the line under the table, then looping the end around her other knee. With several underhand loops, he made certain Laura would remain wide open for him. The girl whimpered, looking down at the ropes cutting into her flesh and remembering the awful clamp Dr. Endicott had used to keep her asshole open for the electrical wire. Once more she had been trapped, now unable to make a move while this maniac strode around the room laughing at her plight.
When she heard the squeaking of a cabinet drawer opening, Laura jerked her head back, looking with some effort as Jack brought out a weird assortment of different objects. They all looked like earrings and clamps with very, very large screws. Laura wriggled against the table, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She looked up at the big man as he moved down around her knees.
"Yes, this one should fit," he said, holding a large clamp and staring at her pussy.
Laura gasped, throwing her head back and chewing down on her lower lip. She worked her fingers against one another, her skin rubbing against the tabletop while Dr. Handley opened the screw, then slipped the opened ends over her right cunt lip. He screwed the thing tighter and tighter until he had her cunt lip trapped in the screw. She could feel the metal sides biting into her flesh, then finally crushing it. The girl screamed, her throat hurting from all the cries that had escaped it earlier, her fingernails biting into her sweaty-damp palms. Jack tightened the clamp a little more, then let it sag to one side, its weight tugging the cunt lip painfully away from the hot, dark pink gash of her fuck-hole.
"Good, good," Jack said, smiling as the girl gritted her teeth. The pulling sensation was agonizing for Laura, and now she feared the screw might actually tear into her flesh. She could feel him working on her left cunt lip now, tugging it to the side and screwing it against her left thigh. Oh, how wide apart her cunt lips were now! "Please... oh please, don't; don't do this to me!"
"You're becoming tiresome, my dear. I'm afraid I'll have to gag you." It was something Dr. Handley had obviously been waiting for. Laura's constant cries were a convenient excuse. Taking off his shirt and pants, Jack slid off his Jockey shorts, revealing a rigid prick that, while not as big as the dildo that had raped her earlier, was certainly hefty and menacing enough. Wadding his shorts into a ball, Jack stuffed the sweaty briefs quickly into Laura's mouth before she knew what was happening. Immediately she could taste the sour flavor of his perspiration washing over her tongue. Gagging, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat, Laura pressed the tip of her tongue against the material, hoping to shove it out. But Jack was fast, grabbing a roll of surgical tape and wrapping it around her skull before she could work even an inch of the filthy shorts from her mouth. She moaned in frustration, doing her best to keep from choking on her spit. "Now, it's more peaceful in here, and I can still hear your cries to my own satisfaction. That's good."
Next came her nipples. Smaller but heavy rings dangled in his hands. He began twisting the screws again and again, the clamps crushing her nipples. Laura jerked her head from left to right, her hair splashing over her forehead. He was crushing her nipples, almost tearing them from her tits with those awful things!
"Now, we'll get down to more serious things. Ellen tells me you almost came apart when she shoved the wire up your asshole. Not many new girls have that kind of reaction. I can see you're made of sterner stuff. That's good. We can skip the preliminaries since you're not so . . . uh, fragile, and move onto better things."
Laura wanted to scream out to him she was just a girl, just a simple young teenager who somehow got involved in this horrid place. But the spit-soaked, wadded Jockey shorts in her mouth kept her from saying a word. She thought of her mother, her father, her younger brother. They were an all-American family until this ripped them apart. And now she was stretched on this horrid table with Dr. Handley hovering above her like a modern-day Frankenstein!
He picked up his trousers, sliding the black leather belt from the loops. Doubling it, he snapped the sides together, the cracking sound making Laura jerk against the table. He jerked his arm high in the air, then brought it down hard between her thighs. The smooth leather smacked hard against her cuntal mound, finding a particularly painful target in her cunt.
She shrieked through the gag, arching her spine while digging the back of her head against the table. She wanted to kick her legs out but found the ropes holding them together more firmly than ever. Jack drew the belt up to her chin, stretching it around her throat, then pulling the ends down until the leather was pressing hard against her windpipe. Laura struggled against the choking thing, terror flashing now in her eyes. Jack was laughing at her, his prick standing straight out from his body and creaming while he watched her. The leather was choking her, strangling the life from her body while her flesh strained up against the cutting rapes. When the girl was certain she would pass out, Jack released the tension, doubling the belt once more and drawing it high over her head.
The teenager had just enough time to recover her senses before the makeshift whip crashed against her body once more. This time, the belt smacked dryly against her thigh, coming down a third time squarely over her pussy. Sparks showered into her cunt, making the tiny muscles convulse while her ass danced shiveringly over the sweat-slicked tabletop. Jack began striking her again and again in a steady rhythm, whip ping her harder until small welts began to appear. Dr. Handley was beginning to sweat now, streaks of perspiration on his cheeks while a lock of his graying hair hung rakishly over his eyes. Laura screamed again and again into the gag, trying to work it from her mouth while she felt the red welts rising on her body. He kept on whipping her, bringing the doubled belt down across her ass cheeks until they were crimson with the beating. Lashing her this way, Dr. Handley soon grew tired, his blows becoming weaker, while a strange desire began to rise from the depths of her being that demanded more stimulation. "Go on, beg for me to stop," he said, tearing the adhesive tape from her head and pulling out the gag. "Come on, bitch, beg. Beg like all of you do."
"No! I'll never beg. You can't hurt me!" Laura screamed back, instinctively feeling that her defiance would somehow increase her pleasure down the line.
"Yeah, this is what I've wanted all along. Dr. Endicott was right," he said with obvious pleasure. "You're not like the other young cows they send here."
He threw his body on top of hers, his mouth hungrily searching hers while his prick jabbed against her cunt. Laura writhed, feeling all the morality her mother had laid on her evaporating in a second. "No, no, don't kiss me! No!"
Her defiance only increased Jack's desire to have her. He found her mouth and shoved his tongue down all the way, moving back and chewing on her lips at times while raising both hands and twisting the screws on her nipples. Laura cried out again, fearing he would tear the nipples from her tits.
When she threatened to bite his tongue, he drew all the way back, slapping her cheeks again and again, knocking her almost senseless with the blows while hunching his cock up and down against the wet gash of her cunt. Now there was a wonderful heat flaming through her, searing her belly and clit, the fires of hell she had experienced now licking into tongues of delight.
"You want to be fucked, and fucked bad. I can tell that. Anybody with half a mind can tell that. I'll make your wish come true, but you'll pay a price for it."
She didn't care. After all, Ellen Endicott had told her the same thing-pleasure with a price. She wanted Jack to fuck her as if she were a wild woman. She writhed, straining under the rope, loving the stinging feeling the cord created as it cut into her flesh. She felt him back on her mouth again, his tongue attacking every pink ridge and hollow inside. He gripped her hair, puffing at it painfully while the other hand reached under her and squeezed her ass. The pressure of his probing fingers against her ass-cheeks only served to increase the lust she felt building deep inside her.
"Yaghghhfhfhff!"
Laura screamed into his mouth as Jack pinched and slapped her ass, then moved his free hand back up to her nipples and began twisting them around and around. The rings tore at the flesh, sending shock waves of agony racing through her body that somehow combined with the throbs of joy sparking from her clit. Laura could taste his spit in her throat. Ordinarily, the thought of something like this happening would have sickened her. But now she reveled in it, wallowing in her own depravity while the good doctor continued dry-fucking her and tormenting her body. The pressure of the screws on her cunt lips and tit tips made her flush with wild desire. She wanted a cock, a big cock inside her. She knew the doctor's cock was big enough-maybe eight inches, maybe nine. It wasn't the size of that thing Ellen had used. But it was human. It was warm. It was sticking straight out hard and hot from the groin of this man pawing and hitting and biting her! That sent the fires raging through her pussy racing through the rest of her body. Instinctively, the young teenager knew the climax waiting just ahead for her would be more powerful than the one that had knocked her silly earlier.
"More? Want more?" he shouted at her, slapping her hard across the chin.
"No! You can't give me more! You can't give - me anything!" she spat back. "Little slut! That's what you'd like to think," he shot back, pulling at her hair and making the teen scream with pain. "But I can make you feel things you'd only dreamed of. And I'll do it, bitch."
The doctor was beside himself with excitement now, his mouth going all over her face. He shot his tongue down her throat, spit bubbling from her mouth and oozing down her chin and cheeks. Laura felt herself getting more aroused, wanting to try anything and everything the doctor could throw at her. Her large tits heaved up and down while his fingers pulled on her pinched nipples. She bit at him more than once, only to have him slap her half senseless with an opened hand. He loved hurting her, pulling at the rings, distending the nipples, then reaching down and twisting the clamps crushing her cunt lips until the girl let out a yowling shout. Laura cried out again, slapping her ass wildly against the examining table, her ankles straining against the cord. She felt the pain of that restraint, and that added to the delight.
Dr. Handley moved forward, his knees wedging her body while his prick jutted out and pointed right at her chin. He was sitting on her chest now, pressing against the balloons of her tits with his ass cheeks while he bobbed that fat, long hard cock in her face. "Have a good hard look at my prick. I want you to see what's going to cut into you. Smell it!" Laura could smell it-the pungent odor of musky maleness that triggered her into high heat. She groaned, twisting her hips up, feeling the burning sensation spread throughout her moist, sweaty cunt. She closed her eyes. In spite of herself, Laura saw a vision of the two of them fucking, joining their naked, sweaty bodies in an angry battle. "But first, there's something you have to learn-humility along with discipline. And the best way to learn that," he went on, sliding up a little farther, "is with this mother in your mouth."
"No, no!"
She saw the fat, meaty cock head sliding up toward her mouth. Gagging at the thought of having something like that in her mouth, Laura turned her face away, clamping her jaw tightly.
Dr. Handley was no fool; however, gripping her hair and pulling out a handful by the roots until she was back facing his fat, long prick. He tightened his grip around her body, sliding his prick up until it was slipping over her lips and nose. She could feel the heat against her face, the heat of his cock, of his balls. He moved for ward a little more, jabbing her eye with the bulbous prick head, rubbing it over her forehead, then bringing it down to her cheeks until there was a thin trail of pre-cum glistening on her flushed face.
Laura panted heavily, feeling the drag of his hairy balls against her chin. No. No. He couldn't make her do something like tat against her will. He just couldn't. She could fight him off!
"I won't take that thing in my mouth! You can't make me!"
"You'll do what I want!" Dr. Handley shouted back at her, gathering a fistful of her hair and jerking her head up from the table. Laura tried to resist, jerking her skull from side to side. But the doctor was determined, holding her still while puffing her lips up to the fat, throbbing cock inches in front of her. Her face was wet, streaked with perspiration. Her long blonde hair fanned out on the table as she looked at the hungry stare in the glowing eyes of that sadistic doctor. His knees pressed pain- fully into her upper arms as he leaned forward, taking the weight of his ass off her tits. He kept on pulling at her hair, grinning as she heard the strands tearing from her skull. He was sliding the fat red, meaty cock head over her lips. She could feel him prodding the thing against her mouth, see him relishing her disgust and horror. And then the hand holding her hair tugged her head up a little more, letting his hard prick rub up against her upper lip. Already the teenager could taste the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum.
"Open up, open up!" he demanded.
When she refused, he slapped her again, this time his knuckles bruising her cheeks. Opening her mouth to let out a scream of pain, Laura found the doctor ready to slide his prick in. He jerked his hips forward, burying at least three inches of his fucker in her mouth. When Laura fried to bite down, he gripped her ears, twisting them painfully around and nearly tearing them from her skull. He threatened her with worse if she had any funny ideas about getting back at him.
Dr. Handley leaned forward a little more, his lower belly rubbing up against her forehead while more of his hot, slick cock meat slid into her mouth.
Laura swallowed, coating her mouth with the slimy stuff oozing from his piss-slit. She could hear him moaning with delight, feel his thighs shuddering against her face. He was enjoying himself immensely, degrading her this way, reaching back every now and then to tug at those heavy weights tearing at her nipples and increasing the pain she felt at this mouth-fuck. Laura's eyes grew watery as she felt his cock hairs brushing up against her nose. He pulled out, then fucked his prick back home all the way, rubbing his hairy groin against her flattened nose while relishing the sensation of her throat tightening around his prick head.
"Yeah, yeah! That's the way to give good head, bitch!" He reached back and started rubbing one finger against her clit, then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Cruelly, he twisted her clit, making the young teenager jerk and scream. He told her to suck harder or he would cut off her clit and ruin her for the rest of her life. Laura knew he had the surgical instruments here to do it-and she sucked his prick for all she was worth.