'You're doing all this to me because you enjoy it.'
'Naturally, I enjoy it. I wouldn't do it otherwise. And I suspect you enjoy getting that lily white ass of yours fucked, too. Didn't you? Didn't you, damn it!'
He landed a hand across her ass. The resounding smack echoed in the small room. The nurse felt every single one of his fingers raising an ugly red welt on her behind. But in spite of the pain it gave her, it also made her feel a bit hornier than before.
She couldn't understand what Dr. McPhearson was doing to her head. He was playing mind games that she was unable to figure out. She was responding to him in spite of hating his guts. If he burned in hell forever, it wouldn't be long enough to satisfy her hatred.
Yet being trussed up like a Christmas goose sent thrills of delight into her guts. She felt her heart quickening just thinking about how helpless she was. It was as if she needed to be tied and abused.
That made her a masochist. She actually got off on this in a big way. The degradation and utter humiliation that went along with it were added bonuses for her. They gave her a feeling of total dependency on this man.
It made her into a complete woman.
She almost cried when she realized what her body told her about her sexual preferences. Getting roped and tied down gave her a bigger share of enjoyment than any other way she'd ever fucked.
She loved it!
It was too much to bear. She begged Dr. McPhearson, 'Let me go. You've had your kicks. Don't leave me tied up like this.'
He stroked his hands all over her body, she felt herself beginning to respond to his caresses and it horrified her. She might go on being his prisoner forever! If he could get her hot and horny just by touching her, there was no end to what he could force her to do.
'I like that skin of yours. No scars, no imperfections. Hell, you don't even have any moles worth mentioning. Except, maybe, for this one on your left tit.'
His fingernail outlined it. She felt the hardness of his nail and cringed away. She didn't want him even touching her. She was scared of the way she might react.
'You actually like this, don't you?'
'No!' she denied loudly.
'Hell if you don't! I never saw anything like it. Tie her up to punish her for fucking a kid and she enjoys it! Fuck her and she wants more. Give her all the cock she can take up her asshole and still she's hornier than a bitch in heat.'
'It's not like that at all. You don't know!'
He didn't know how it was inside her head. She didn't know, herself. Everything was so confused! If only he would leave her alone and give her the time, to work it all out.
She didn't think he was going to do that.
'I don't like the way you're all the time looking down into the table. I can think of better places for that pretty mouth of yours. Like around my prick. Would you like to suck on my cock?'
She gasped. His prick was still hard as a steel spike, but it was covered with her own skit. In places it seemed to have caked. To suck on that would be disgusting!
He read her expression easily. Smiling an evil smile, he said, 'I think I want to get my rocks off with you sucking on my cock. Think about it. You will get the chance to taste my cum. And other things!'
He laughed as he untied her legs and dropped her prone on the examining table. His hands ran under her hips as he hoisted her up and off the table. There was no move to release her hands from the adhesive used to bind her to the end of the table. She was still as much a prisoner as before.
On her knees, she found her face was level with his crotch and the huge boner strutting around. She loved cock, normally. Sucking on a man's prick was the next best thing to getting it shoved fast and deep up her cunt. But to actually put this shitty prick into her mouth!
It made her sick thinking about it.
But what could she do? The man had a real hold over her. She could be sent up for years and years if he decided to testify against her for what she'd done with Jimmy. The boy had been eager for her mouth, her tits. But, the courts wouldn't think about that. All they'd be interested in was the fact she'd gotten him hard, had sucked him off, had involved jail bait in tit-fucking.
She was having a difficult time deciding which would be worse. Letting Dr. McPhearson go on and testify against her and not knuckling under to his blackmail or sucking his shit-caked prick.
'Go on, bitch. Suck on my cock,' he told her. 'And be quick about it. I don't have all day, you know. I want to feel that mouth of yours now!'
She hesitated. The cock or prison? His hands lacing through her brown hair pulled her head to his groin. Then she finally decided. The cock was the lesser of two evils.
But she would find some way of getting even with Dr. McPhearson. Maybe not today or even tomorrow, but one day she'd even the score with this blackmailer.
Her lips seemed to ripple at the thought of sucking on his prick. He laughed at her, then pulled her head down even farther so that her lips were pressed against the inside of his thigh. He used her hair to clean off his prick before letting her head up.
'Now suck on it, damn you!'
Having all that shit wiped off on her hair was disgusting, defiling in the extreme. It made her hate him more than if she'd gone ahead and licked it off his prick. At least his cock wasn't quite as horrifying to her as before. She could see the way the big blue vein on the top of his cock jerked with his pulse. The tiny veins on the sides of his steely, reddish prick were all standing out in bold relief. This was more like it.
She closed her eyes and plunged down on his prick. The purpled head vanished between her lips and the rest of the cock slowly followed it into her mouth. She licked and sucked and twisted her head. Getting all traces of the shit removed was her first task.
It wasn't easy. It wasn't good. And she hated every second of it. The degradation was almost too much for her to bear. But she kept going until she tasted the familiar, tangy, musky maleness of his prick.
Her tongue began working overtime. She cradled his entire cock with her tongue. Slurping and licking, she ate inch by slow inch of the cock all the way back down to the man's balls. She had his entire prick buried down her throat.
Twisting her head around stimulated his prick immensely. The man moaned and said something she didn't understand. The pressure of his hands on the back of her head told her he was getting off on this in a big way. He was responding to her blowjob.
At least, she thought, he was forgetting all about humiliating her. It would be hard to do anything more to her than he'd already done. Tying her up and raping her and butt fucking her and then wiping the shit in her lustrous hair, no, he couldn't degrade her much more than he'd done.
She pulled back and let the cock slowly slip from her lips. But all the while it was retreating from her hot, wet, clinging mouth she sucked. She sucked as hard as she could. Her cheek went hollow under the vacuum she was exerting on the man's prick.
'I feel like you're pulling my insides out through the end of my cock,' he almost sobbed out. 'It's great!'
She licked and kissed wetly all over the sides of his cock. She lightly nipped at the flesh until it was a fierce red. Then she soothed the skin with her wet lips, kissing and caressing.
The shaft of his prick flared out into the bag holding his balls. She lightly touched the hairy sac with the tip of her tongue. The man jumped as if she'd touched him with an electric cattle prod.
'I almost came then. God, it feels good! Keep your mouth moving all over my balls!'
She did. Her lips kissed and her tongue pressed firmly into the man's balls. Inside the bag, she could feel his balls. She sucked in his balls and held them tightly inside her mouth.
With her lips around his balls, she totally controlled him. For one insane moment, she had visions of biting his balls off. It rapidly passed. She would have her revenge one day, in her own way. She couldn't do what she'd been thinking to any man, no matter how terrible he was to her.
She shoved the balls out of her mouth using her rough, wet tongue. The touch she used made the man shiver in anticipation. She could sense his excitement mounting. His cock was jutting upward at a steeper angle. And the way it was shaking, it looked as if it would shoot out its creamy jizz at any instant.
