Total Slave
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Melinda Manning lay tied to the table. Her wrists were bound so tightly that 
she had lost the feeling in her fingers and they were starting to turn 
purple. 

Her legs were forced open, her ankles bound to the poles at the foot of the 
examination table just as securely. 

The evil doctor stood alongside the table, running his fist up and down his 
own erect member. 

"Please Dr. Shakey, let me go! Have mercy on me!" Melinda Manning screamed, 
her breasts heaving as she struggled to get air into her lungs. 

"Mrs. Manning," the nude man said with a sadistic chuckle. "You came here to 
be helped, and help is just what you're going to get. You will be thoroughly 
trained by the time you leave here. You will live only to tend a man's 
cock." 

Melinda struggled against the ropes that held her and writhed as much as her 
stringent bondage would allow. 

She was terrified, but at the same time she could feel her cunt getting wet 
and slippery at the thought of what was about to happen to her. 


CHAPTER ONE 

Melinda Manning removed her baby blue bathrobe and hung it on the hook 
behind the bathroom door. 

She sighed and looked at herself in the full-length mirror there. 

She could tell that she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. 

She knew her looks had nothing to do with her husband's boredom. 

It had to be her attitude. She was only nineteen and she couldn't help but 
feel the best years of her life were already behind her. 

Harold Manning had been her high school sweetheart, and she had married him 
only three weeks after graduation. 

Just when Melinda's girlfriends were going away to college and having REAL 
fun, Melinda found herself a housewife, working part time at the 
supermarket. 

Harold had gotten a good job with Kodak, so they had enough money. 

They lived in a nice house on Maple Street in the town of Scottsville. 

They had gotten enough money from the wedding to furnish it nicely. 

But Melinda was not happy. She felt as if she had thrown her life away by 
marrying at such a young age. 

She had been married only a year and she knew Harold was not as excited by 
her sexually as he once was. 

She knew he was having an affair, and this made her very depressed. 

He would call up three days a week and say he had to work late. 

But when he got home there was a vague odor of perfume about him. 

He often looked disheveled, and he was never interested in sex on those 
nights. 

Melinda assumed correctly that he had picked up a little chippie at the 
office. 

She wondered what the little tramp had that she didn't have. 

Melinda knew that if she was going to save her marriage, she would have to 
find a way to make herself more exciting for Harold. 

It was a Thursday night in the town of Scottsville, and Melinda's husband 
would not be home till late. 

Melinda was very horny, and she knew Harold would not be willing to satisfy 
her by the time he got home. 

She decided to take a long shower and masturbate. 

She figured a couple of hard comes would take the edge off of both her 
horniness and her despair. 

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom 
door and gave herself a naughty grin. 

Sometimes she thought she should get revenge on Harold by fucking other 
guys. 

She knew that she could have any guy in town she wanted. 

Ever since she was fifteen she had known that she was very attractive to 
men. 

But she was shy, and she had her doubts about her courage. 

She could plan and scheme to have an affair, but she figured she would just 
end up chickening out in the end. 

Melinda's hair was black as coal, and hung down over her shoulders and in 
between her shoulder blades. 

Her hair was thick and wavy. It spilled down over her bare skin with the 
grace of a finely written poem. 

She looked at her face. She had the face of an angel. 

Her eyes were big and dark brown. They danced when she was happy. 

Her eyelashes were very long. They licked at her cheekbones whenever she 
blinked. 

Her skin was smooth and soft. Her nose was a tiny button that turned up a 
little at the end. 

She was a petite woman, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet. 

She was built on a small frame and weighed only ninety-five pounds, even 
when she was soaking wet. 

Her mouth was small but her lips were full and sensuous. 

She had, what the men in Scottsville called, pouting lips. 

When she was in high school it had been said that Melinda had the kind of 
lips that made her look like she needed to be kissed badly. Those lips were 
cherry red, even though she never wore lipstick. 

Melinda never wore any make-up at all. She thought make-up was like wearing 
a mask. 

Even without anything to enhance her features, she remained a remarkably 
beautiful woman. 

In spite of her tiny torso, Melinda had extraordinarily large breasts. 

Her tits would have been big on any woman, but they were exceptional for a 
girl of her height and weight. 

In spite of her breasts' size, they stuck out straight from her chest. 

They rode high and were so firm that they didn't sag an inch. 

Her tits were a little pointy at the tips, and Melinda had never worn a bra 
in her entire life. 

Melinda shuddered at the thought of wearing a bra. 

Such a thing seemed like putting her tits in bondage. 

Her tits lifted and separated naturally, and her nipples pointed slightly 
upward. 

Melinda knew that it would take more than the force of gravity to make her 
humongous tits droop. 

She knew that it would be many years before she would have to worry about 
her figure dropping. There would be no bras in Melinda's dresser drawers for 
some time to come. 

Her nipples were large also, and they became hard and erect whenever she was 
sexually aroused. 

At that moment her nipples were not only stiff, but they were aching with a 
desire to be stroked. 

She liked to pinch and pull at her nipples whenever she masturbated. 

Melinda's waist was very slim, but her hips were round and high. 

She had a perfect hourglass figure that she knew drove men wild. 

She had the kind of ass that looked spectacular crammed into a pair of tight 
jeans. 

She liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked like they had been 
spray painted on. 

When Melinda walked she had a way of swinging her hips from side to side 
that men found very sexy. 

For a long time Melinda had known that men enjoyed walking behind her. 

She had seen men go out of their way, crossing the street, just so they 
could look at her butt as it swung back and forth. 

Once she had heard a man describe her walk as jelly on springs. 

Melinda would blush when she thought of it, but she had to admit that she 
swung her hips just a little bit more if she knew guys were looking at her. 

She was too shy to flirt or make eye contact with men, but her ass sometimes 
became bold when she was strolling down the sidewalk. 

Melinda's legs were very shapely. She had slim thighs and smooth knees. 

Her ankles were slim also, and she had the kind of leg that looked great 
when she wore a pair of high heels. 

Melinda's fingers were long and slim. She had long fingernails which she 
manicured carefully so that they were all exactly the same length. 

She painted her fingernails a deep red color, which she thought went very 
well with her olive complexion. 

Her feet were tiny. Her toes were chubby and cute. 

Her small round toenails were painted the same color as her fingernails. 

Melinda knew that she looked very good in open-toed shoes. 

Melinda looked at herself naked in the mirror. She had a tiny pubic patch 
that grew just above the pink slit of her cunt. 

Her pubic patch was pitch black and was a perfect inverted triangle. 

One would have thought that she shaved and trimmed her pubies to make that 
patch grow so neatly. 

But Melinda knew that that was just the way it grew naturally. 

Melinda had known for some time that she had less pubic hair than most 
women. 

She discovered, when taking gym with the other girls while in high school, 
that most of them had hair growing on either side of their outer cunt lips, 
and also between the cheeks of their ass. 

But Melinda only had the tiny patch just above her clitoris. 

Her outer labia were bald and pink, and she didn't have a single hair 
growing between her globular buttocks. 

Melinda was a little sad, being a married women who had to masturbate 
because her husband grown weary of her. 

But she was very horny, and she knew that she would never be able to relax 
until she gave herself a couple of orgasms. 

She placed her hands under her big breasts and pushed them upward. 

She heard herself let out a small moan from the back of her throat. 

She could feel her cunt throb as she touched her tits gingerly. 

She could feel the blood pumping down her body to her private parts. 

Her pussy flesh was swelling as it became fully engorged with blood. 

When her cunt lips got all puffy, they ached and burned. 

She could tell that her natural cunt lubrication was starting to flow. 

She could feel her pussy getting all wet and slippery. 

Sometimes her cunt juices flowed so freely that they spilled right out of 
her hole. 

If she were lying on her back, her sex honey would drip out of the base of 
her cunt into the crack of her ass. 

If she were standing up, that thick sweet juice would spill onto the insides 
of her smooth slim thighs. 

Melinda knew that she would probably not be so shy around men if she had had 
more varied sexual experiences. 

Harold was the only man who had ever fucked Melinda. 

And he hadn't gotten his cock up her cunt until his wedding night. 

Wedding night cherry poppings are rare in this day and age, and Melinda 
thought that Harold would like the idea of being her first cock. 

But he had been a little annoyed at the prospect of having to teach her how 
to do everything. 

Melinda should have figured right then and there that he was the kind of guy 
who liked to gather notches on his bedpost. 

He seemed to know everything there was to know about sex. 

Melinda should have suspected that he had been fucking other girls, even 
while he was going out with her. 

But Melinda had been naive, and she loved Harold. 

She still loved Harold, in spite of the way he mistreated her. 

Melinda moved her hands so that she was gripping her tits. 

She could feel her erect nipples pressing into the centers of her palms. 

She spread her fingers as far apart as she could. 

Her tits were so big she couldn't hold them all at the same time. 

She gave her breasts three sharp squeezes, and groaned deeply. 

She could feel the ache in her lower abdomen growing in leaps and bounds. 

Her clit was hard and erect also at the top of her pussy slit. 

That love button was pushing up and out from under the flesh sheath that 
usually all but covered it. 

She held her breasts firmly and moved them in slow circles. 

She arched her back sharply and threw back her head. 

She was looking at the ceiling of the bathroom, her lips puffy. 

Her lips were slightly parted and they were moving as if she were kissing an 
invisible lover. 

Her tongue flicked out of her mouth every once in a while and moistened 
those full pouting lips. 

She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart, and bent 
slightly at the knees. 

She pressed her breasts together so that her cleavage was long and deep. 

Then she pulled her breasts far apart and heard herself make a gurgling 
sound in the back of her throat. 

She removed her palms from her breasts and concentrated her attention solely 
on her erect nipples. 

She could feel her gland secreting more cunt juice, and that juice was just 
about to spill from the base of her pussy onto the insides of her thighs. 

She rolled "her fingertips gently over her hard nipples. 

She could hear her heart start to beat faster as she did that. 

Her heart was pounding so hard it was threatening to beat right out of her 
chest. 

Her knees were starting to shake, and Melinda could tell that she would have 
to get into the bathtub before long. 

She wasn't sure how much longer her legs would be able to support her 
weight. 

When she became very sexually aroused, her knees felt as if they were made 
of hot jelly. 

Melinda got her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. 

She rolled those fingertips over the nipples before pinching lightly at 
them. 

She was breathing very hard, and she found it difficult to fill her lungs 
with air. 

Her breaths were short and sharp, and she was making tiny moans each time 
she exhaled, which was frequently. 

She pinched her nipples so hard that it hurt a little bit. 

Melinda had know for a long time that she enjoyed a little pain with her 
pleasure when it came to sex. 

She liked fucking Harold best when he rough and nasty. 

She even enjoyed being spanked, and sometimes he hit her buttocks when he 
was fucking her doggie style, and this made Melinda go wild with passion. 

She didn't care for the sore bruises the next day, but during the lustful 
moment it was blissful. 

Melinda didn't know what it was about pain that made her sex better. ' 

It was as if the pain was translated into pleasure by the time it got to the 
top of her spine into her brain. 

The pain and the pleasure seemed to mix. The pain accented the pleasure. 

They merged to form a new sensation that didn't have a name. 

But she would become tremendously orgasmic when that happened. 

Melinda could feel her skin all over her body becoming slick with 
perspiration. 

The muscles in her legs became taut as she pinched harder and harder at her 
swollen nipple flesh. 

Her mouth fell further open, and she pulled on her nipples, stretching them 
out from the tips of her tits. 

She did this until the skin around each nipple was drawn tight. 

She then allowed them to snap back into place, and admired how big they had 
grown. 

As she played with her nipples she had to hold her fingers at odd angles so 
that her long fingernails would not get in the way. 

Her cunt was aching so badly she knew that she had to get in the tub. 

Melinda removed her fingers from her nipples and walked naked to the side of 
the tub. 

She had to walk a little funny because her cunt was so swollen and wet. 

Her clitoris was quivering at the top of her pussy slit demanding to be 
stroked. 

Melinda knew that she could bring herself to orgasm very quickly if she 
diddled that clitoris. 

If she were in a hurry she could give herself an orgasm in under two 
minutes. 

But when Melinda had some time to kill, such as on lonely weeknights when 
Harold was out fucking some bimbo, she liked to take her time when 
masturbating. 

She liked to explore her body, caress every erogenous zone she could find. 

Melinda had always thought that the concept of 'erogenous zone" was a 
falsehood. 

She knew that there were parts of her body that were more sensitive than 
others. 

There were parts of her body that seemed to be linked directly to her cunt. 

But when she was really aroused her whole body became an erogenous zone. 

Her skin was the erogenous zone, and she liked to touch herself all over. 

She liked to explore all of her own nooks and crannies. 

She liked to experiment with her own ability to give herself pleasure. 

Her own capability for physical enjoyment was a never ending source of 
amazement for the black-haired nineteen year old. 

Melinda drew back the shower curtain enough to reach in to the faucets. 

She turned on the bath water and adjusted the temperature until it was just 
short of scalding. 

Immediately steam came pouring out from behind the plastic curtain. 

The mirror above the sink in front of the medicine cabinet, as well as the 
full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, immediately began to 
fog over from the steam. 

She then turned the knob between the hot and cold water handles to turn on 
the shower. 

She stepped into the needles of hot spray and pulled the shower curtain 
closed behind her. 

She made sure that the shower curtain was inside the tub so she wouldn't get 
any water on the bathroom floor. 

She soaked her hair and felt the spray falling onto her big tits. 

Her knees still felt weak so the second she was wet all over she got on her 
back on the bottom of the tub. 

She opened her thighs so that her knees were pressed against the white 
porcelain on the sides of the tub. 

She raised her knees up in the air a little bit and placed her feet on the 
end of the tub below the faucets. 

She leaned back so that the back of her head was resting on the sloping end 
of the bathtub. 

The water was beating down over her belly and tits, and Melinda decided she 
was going to see how long she could keep herself at the very edge of orgasm 
before allowing herself the sexual release of a wrenching come. 

Melinda ran the tips of her fingernails down the flat plain of her belly. 

It was the middle of the summer and Melinda was quite tanned. 

She wore a tiny black string bikini when she sunbathed. 

Her skin was lighter on her tits and around her ass and cunt. 

By the end of the summer her skin would be near-black from the sun. 

She ran the fingernail on her right forefinger around her navel. 

She then dipped that nail into her belly button, since she had an innie, and 
it felt a lot better than she thought it was going to. 

She closed her eyes and concentrated solely on the pleasure she was giving 
herself. 

She touched her abdomen gently and heard herself make a sound that was half 
grunt and half cough. 

Her clit was so swollen at that point that it felt as if it would pop right 
out of her pussy slit. 

She ran her fingers down her abdomen until she got to the top of her pubic 
patch. 

She scratched herself there for a moment, and then tugged on individual 
hairs, moaning each time she did this. 

She twirled a lock of her pubic hair gently around her forefinger. 

She couldn't help but giggle because this reminded her of gathering black 
spaghetti on a fork. 

She wanted to dip her fingers into her honey pot right then and there. 

But she fought back the urge, and instead placed her fingernails on the 
insides of her thighs, way up near her knees. 

She raked her nails gently down her smooth slim thighs until she almost 
touched the outer lips of her cunt. 

But she stopped short and repeated this process several times. 

She could feel the sexual tingling spreading to her buttocks. 

Melinda was aching between the cheeks of her ass, and that ache seemed to be 
centered around her ass-hole. 

Melinda had never experienced anal intercourse. She wanted to very much. 

She had never had anything shoved up her butt, but she just knew that it 
would feel spectacular. 

She had built up her courage and asked Harold to fuck her ass once. 

But the man had slapped her across the face and had scolded her. 

Her told her that only whores did things like that. It was dirty and 
disgusting, and he didn't ever want her to mention it again. 

Melinda had felt ashamed. She bet that he would fuck one of his little 
girlfriends up the ass if she wanted him to. 

But she was his wife. His little wifey. She had to be pure and chaste. 

After all, she was going to be the mother of HIS children. 

How could she please him sexually if he wasn't willing to let her experiment 
with her sexuality? 

Melinda opened her eyes for a moment and saw that her cute chubby little 
toes were curled tightly under. 

That was a sure fire symptom of sexual arousal. 

Melinda wondered if every woman's toes did that when she was horny, or if 
that was a symptom unique to her. 

Melinda slid down into the tub and placed the balls of her feet flat on the 
tiled wall in front of her. 

She shifted her weight so that she was resting on the small of her back. 

Her ass cheeks were exposed and available to her fingers. 

She ran her fingernails lightly down the backs of her thighs and onto her 
sensitive buttocks. 

Melinda didn't have a single callus on her buttocks. Her ass cheeks were 
just as soft and smooth as they were when she was a baby. 

She scratched her fingernails across her ass cheeks and then gripped those 
globes of creamy flesh with her fingertips. 

She kneaded the flesh there, and heard herself moaning louder. 

She wanted to save her orgasm for a long time, but the tension she felt 
inside her cunt and in her clit was getting so intense it was almost 
unbearable. 

Melinda parted her tender ass cheeks gently with her fingertips. 

She separated her buttocks until the skin in the crack was stretched tight. 

She could feel her ass-hole opening and closing a little as her sphincter 
went into spasms of anticipation. 

Melinda thought she should get herself two dildos. One for her cunt and one 
for her ass. 

She would want the one for her cunt to be long and thick, but the one for 
her ass would be shorter and tapered at the tip. 

She wished that such devices of masturbation were not necessary, but her 
chances of getting laid a lot in the future were rapidly decreasing. 

Melinda used the fingernail at the tip of her forefinger to gingerly explore 
the crack of her ass. 

She heard herself gasp as she found her ass-hole with her finger. 

She wished sometimes that her fingernails were not so long. 

She wanted to plunge her fingers deep up her ass and satisfy the ache she 
felt up inside her bowels. 

There was no doubt about it. If she couldn't get real cock, she would have 
to get some fake ones for moments such as this. 

She turned her finger so she could get the fleshy part of her fingertip on 
her ass-hole. 

She ran that finger in a small circle, caressing her sphincter muscle. 

God, how she yearned to have that muscle pierced by a pole of stiff manhood. 

She shuddered and the muscles in her thighs became very tense. 

She could feel a fresh gush of cunt juices flow from her pussy. 

The tension in her quim was too much to bear at that point. 

She would have to let the ache in her ass go for the moment. 

She had to give herself an orgasm. Her patience had run out. 

She lowered her feet back down to the tub and parted her thighs with her 
knees in the air. 

Her breasts heaved up and down as she panted like the wild animal she wanted 
so badly to become. 

It was time to get down to the meat and potatoes! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Melinda Manning lived in the tiny little village of Scottsville. 

It was little more than a crossroads in Upstate New York. 

It rested at the junction of the Genesee River and Oatka Creek. 

Scottsville was ten miles south of Rochester where everyone in town went to 
work. 

The town was surrounded by farm land, and had a rural air about it. 

It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white with 
green trim. 

All of the streets were lined with maple trees so that in the summer the 
streets looked like green tunnels. 

Very few people ever moved to Scottsville, because very few people moved 
away to make room. 

Houses were passed on from generation to generation rather than bought or 
sold. 

It had been years since anyone had had to change a name on the mail box. 

Everybody knew everybody by name, and it was near impossible to keep a 
secret. 

Melinda remembered wanting to have sex very badly when she was in high 
school. 

But she had always resisted the urge because her community was the sort of 
place where a girl could ruin her reputation with a single indiscretion. v 

The boys she went to high school with were known as blabbermouths, and many 
a classmate had gotten a reputation for having "round heels' just by going 
all the way with a boy once on the lovers' lane down by the thruway. 

So Melinda had stayed a virgin. In retrospect she figured it was a mistake. 

If she had been sexually experienced, she suspected, she wouldn't have felt 
the need to get married so young. 

She didn't even put out for Harold, and they had dated for close to two 
years. 

She wondered if she had started getting laid younger she would be able to 
keep Harold at home more frequently. 

But this was all water under the bridge, Melinda thought and there was no 
point in crying over spilt milk. 

Melinda touched the outer lips of her cunt at the very base. 

She shivered violently and she could feel her whole body becoming covered 
with goose flesh. 

She could feel how swollen and wet her cunt flesh was. 

She ran her fingertip in a slow circle, all around the outermost portions of 
her pussy. Her groans became deeper and louder. 

Soon her groans of sexual tension seemed to be coming from the pit of her 
stomach. 

The flesh was slippery, and her finger glided along easily. 

She parted her outer cunt lips as far as she could with two fingers on her 
left hand and used the four finger on her right to explore the 
hypersensitive folds of flesh within. 

She let out a sharp scream as she ran her fingertip lightly up and down the 
edges of her inner cunt lips. 

Her inner lips protruded furthest from her cunt. When she was sexually 
aroused her inner labia hung down far enough to be visible, even when she 
was standing up. 

Those lips were curled back at the edges so that she looked like a flower 
about to open in the springtime. 

Melinda worked her finger between those lips and she could feel that she was 
a flash flood zone down there. 

Every muscle in her body became taut with expectation as she began to 
penetrate her pussy with her finger, being very careful not to scratch 
herself with her long dark red fingernails. 

Though Melinda did not know it, she had a truly amazing cunt. 

Her cunt muscles were so well toned that she could squeeze down on her 
finger. 

But the flesh down there was so elastic she could take Harold's long thick 
cock comfortably. 

By contracting her inner cunt muscles she could suck her finger right up 
inside herself. 

She turned her hand so that the palm was pointing upward, and screamed with 
pleasure as she pressed toward the top of her cunt and found the dimpled 
little entrance to her cervix. 

She wiggled her finger around, stretching the swollen flesh in every 
possible way. 

Melinda added a second finger, and her arousal became so intense that her 
back teeth clenched together. 

Her eyes closed as tightly as they possibly could. 

Her eyes were closed so tight that little lines ran from the corners of them 
to her temples. 

Her face turned as red as a beet from the exertion of her masturbation. 

She worked her fingers in and out of her cunt very slowly, but gradually 
picked up the pace as she went along. 

As her cunt opened and lubed up, her fear of scratching herself with her 
fingernails diminished and she soon was thrusting into herself hard and 
fast. 

With her other hand she ran her fingers through her tiny pubic patch to the 
top of her cooze. 

She drew back the fleshy sheath above her clit so that her entire love 
button was exposed and available for her expert caressing. 

Melinda knew that there was a lot more to her clit than just the little ball 
of hard flesh which quivered at the top of her slit. 

This was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. 

The external portion of her clitoris was only a minor portion of the whole 
thing. 

The organ actually sunk deep inside her abdomen, and included a complicated 
set of connected nerve-endings which were at least as big as a man's cock. 

As she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her wet cunt hole, she 
lightly touched her clit with the tip of her left forefinger. 

She found it impossible to keep her hips still at this point. 

She was gyrating her hips in a slow circle, and soon her whole wet body was 
writhing in the bottom of the bathtub. 

When she touched her clit her hips bucked up wildly. 

She let out a sharp scream. Since she was alone in the house she didn't have 
to worry about how much noise she made. 

Melinda was, what is commonly known as, a screamer. 

She found it impossible to be quiet and still when she was on the verge of 
pure molten ecstasy. 

She felt as if there were a sack in her abdomen slowly filling up with warm 
water. 

The sack was full and stretching, and when it broke she would have an 
explosive climax. 

She dabbed at her clitoris again and again, never maintaining contact long 
enough to make herself come. 

Sweat beads formed in a row across her forehead, which was creased from 
tension. 

Those sweat beads ran down over her closed eyelids. 

Her face was contorted from pleasure to the point where she no longer looked 
like herself. 

Melinda normally looked sweet and innocent, naive and trusting. 

At that moment she looked like a wanton beast, hungry for mancock. 

Melinda knew that she could no longer deny herself the inevitable volcanic 
eruption. She put her finger ever so lightly on her clit once again. 

And this time she left it there, feeling the spasms already inside her cunt. 

As her pussy muscles contracted with impending climax, she could feel her 
cunt squeezing and pulling at her penetrating fingers. 

She began to roll her clit as if it were a marble in oil. 

Then the explosions really started, and she flicked her finger across her 
swollen clit as hard and fast as she could. 

Into the world of bliss she traveled with amazing speed. 

Her back teeth came unclenched and her jaw dropped. 

Her mouth fell gaping open and she sucked air into her lungs noisily. 

She let out a scream that made her sound as if she were in horrible pain. 

She sounded as if she were auditioning for a part in a cheap horror movie. 

It was blood-curdling scream that echoed against the tiled walls of the 
small upstairs bathroom. 

The waves of joy started in her clit and filled her whole cunt. 

She jammed three fingers into her cunt and left them there. 

Ripples of pleasure soared up her spine into her reeling brain. 

She could feel the bliss from her orgasm filling her entire body. 

Even her scalp and her toes tingled from the effects of her come. 

Time was slowed by the intensity of Melinda's orgasm. 

Even though it only lasted a few seconds, it seemed as if it would go on 
forever. 

Melinda continued to flick her finger across her clit until her orgasm was 
over. 

There were a couple of post come spasms that made her whole body jerk. 

Then all of the muscles in her body relaxed at the same time. 

She emptied her lungs of air with a gush that made her cheeks puff out for a 
moment. 

She sighed and felt the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the hot 
contentment of her afterglow. 

She lay perfectly still for a long time to catch her breath. 

She listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal. 

Then she finally managed to stand up and she washed her hair and body. 

She paid special attention to her private parts, spending a long time 
soaping up her tits, her puss and her ass. 

She rinsed and stepped out of the tub. Pulling a fluffy white bath towel 
from the rack, she patted herself dry and brushed her hair. 

She slipped her baby blue bathrobe back on and made her way down to the 
living room to watch a little TV. 

There was nothing to do except wait for Harold to get home. 

She knew that he would have a sly little grin on his face when he got home. 

He would say little and would go straight to bed, explaining that he had 
already eaten, and no, he wasn't in the mood to fool around. 

Melinda watched TV for a couple of hours, generally bored by the low quality 
of the programming, then went upstairs to bed. 

She had to get to sleep early because she started work at the supermarket at 
nine the next morning. 

She fell asleep before Harold came home, and he was up and in the shower by 
the time she woke up in the morning. 

There was no doubt about it. Melinda had to take some action quick. 

She had to find a way to save her marriage before it crumbled in front of 
her eyes. 

She had to find out why Harold needed to screw other women. 

She couldn't figure out what he was getting from these floozies that she 
wouldn't be more than willing to give him all he needed of. 

Melinda worked the morning shift at the supermarket in a daze. 

Her mind was preoccupied and time moved like a turtle. 

At noon she went to the diner across the street to have lunch with her 
friend Sally. 

"What's the matter, Mindy?" Sally asked, taking a big bite of her club 
sandwich. 

Sally was a cute little blonde who had a steady boyfriend but cheated on 
him. 

She was a year older than Melinda, and Melinda thought of her as being very 
worldly. 

"What do you mean?" Melinda asked, moving a piece of hard-boiled egg around 
on her salad plate with her fork. 

"You haven't cracked a smile all day and now you're not eating. I think 
something is eating you," Sally said. 

"I guess I can tell you Sally, but I don't want this going around." 

"Mums the word, old buddy. Spill it. I promise my lips will be sealed." 

"I think Harold is fooling around with other women. He says he works late 
three nights a week, but he doesn't get paid any overtime." 

"Uh huh. A lot of men cheat on their wives. Sometimes it's because they're 
just rotten people, and sometimes it's just a phase they're going through." 

"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't mind so much, except he never wants to have sex 
with me anymore. By the time he gets home he says he's too tired." 

"Maybe he's found a little something that you can't give him." 

"But what could it be. I know I'm naive, but I'm open for suggestion. I'd be 
willing to do anything to please him. After all, he's my husband." 

"Maybe he doesn't know that. You were always a good girl. Maybe he-likes 
things that he can't imagine you doing." 

"But how do I tell him. I ask him to be kinky with me but he just yells and 
calls me dirty names.' 

"Look, Mindy, I can't help you, but I think I know who can," Sally said, a 
light bulb going on over her head. 

"Who?" Melinda asked, her big brown eyes going wide. 

"Let me see. There was an ad in this magazine for something that looked like 
it might be right up your alley." 

Sally rummaged in her bag. 

The blonde pulled out a women's magazine and paged through it quickly, 
humming a happy tune to herself as she did so. 

It was one of those magazines that were designed to raise every woman's 
consciousness. 

What it usually ended up doing was depressing women by giving them ideals so 
high they were afraid to even try to achieve them. 

But it offered a good deal of escapism for the housewife, even if articles 
like "Have A Different Man For Each Night Of The Week" were a little out of 
most of its readers' scope. 

"Here it is!" Sally said. She placed her fingernail near an ad at the bottom 
of a page near the back of the magazine. "Read this!" 

Melinda looked at the ad and turned the corner of her mouth into an inward 
half-smile of amusement. 

The ad said: 

"HAVING TROUBLE SATISFYING YOUR MAN? Dr. MacIntyre Symms, renowned 
sexologist has developed a new surrogate therapy method guaranteed to make 
any woman a better lover. Frigid? Nervous? Husband cheating? This course is 
for you. Call 555-6969 for an appointment or come visit us. We have an 
office near you. We're in the book. Look under SYMMS CLINIC." 

"I don't know, Sally," Melinda said with a little laugh. "This doesn't sound 
like my style. I don't understand how any doctor can teach me to please 
Harold." 

"The doctor just supervises the program. You'll be assigned a hunky guy to 
do all of the teaching." 

"Is that what surrogate means. They give me some guy to experiment with." 

"It's all on the up and up, and I've heard that it doesn't cost an arm and a 
leg." 

"Isn't it sort of like renting a male prostitute, Sally?" 

"Put it down if you want, Mindy. It seems to me that you need help, and this 
looks just like the sort of thing that might make you feel better about 
yourself," Sally said, nibbling at the crust of her rye toast. 

"Well, I'll think about it," Melinda said thoughtfully. 

"Tear out the page and put it in your purse," Sally suggested. 

"Are you sure it's okay?" Melinda said, tilting her head a little to one 
side. 

"Fine. I already read the article about masturbating with fruits and 
vegetables from the crisper." 

Melinda tore the page with the ad from the magazine out, folded it up into a 
tiny square and put it deep into her purse as if she were ashamed of it. 

Melinda had a naughty little smile on her face. 

"Atta girl," Sally said, and popped a piece of crust between her lips. 

It wasn't until a week later, when things with Harold had not approved that 
Melinda pulled the ad out of the purse and looked up the number in the phone 
book. 

Part of her wished that the clinic didn't have a Rochester office, but there 
it was, accompanied by a drawing of a man and a woman embracing. 

With trembling fingers she dialed the number and made an appointment. 

It was her day off and she set up the appointment for that very afternoon. 

Melinda could feel a million butterflies flapping around in her belly as she 
got behind the wheel of her green Pinto Hatchback, and headed north up 
Scottsville Road to the clinic on the west side of Rochester. 

She was relieved when she saw the building. It was a" new office building 
and looked very much like the place where she went to her dentist. 

She kept telling herself that she was just going to see a doctor, and that 
there was nothing dirty about what she was doing. 

Still, she couldn't help but think about what was going to happen to her. 

If she agreed to go through with the program she would have to fuck some 
strange guy. 

The thought both thrilled and frightened Melinda, but she had come this far 
and she wasn't going to back out. 

She was very nervous as she entered the office and told the receptionist who 
she was. 

She had saved some money from her job at the supermarket, and she had 
checked what the fees were for the therapy ahead of time to make sure she 
could afford it. 

She didn't understand how they could maintain their business charging such 
cheap rates. 

She took a seat in one of the easy chairs and read a brochure called, "Why 
some women can't come.' 

In ten minutes a tall handsome man in a white coat appeared in the waiting 
room. 

"Mrs. Manning?" 

"Yes.' 

"Come with me. My name is Dr. Shakey. 

Bernard Shakey. I will be supervising your case." 

Melinda smiled and she didn't feel as nervous as before. 

Dr. Shakey had a kind face, and he was very good looking. 

He stood well over six feet tall and his shoulders were very broad. 

He had a heavily muscled chest, and his waist and hips were slim. 

His thighs were muscled also, and Melinda realized that his thighs were 
bigger around than her waist. 

His hair was dark brown, and there was some gray at the temple, which 
Melinda thought made him look very distinguished. 

His eyes were deep and brown, and his jaw was broad and firm. 

If she had to fuck a stranger, she was glad it was going to be Bernard 
Shakey. 

She told herself to calm down. That she was jumping to conclusions. 

The doctor led her to a little room at the end of the hall. 

There was a desk, an easy chair, and an examination table. 

Dr. Shakey locked the door behind them and looked up and down Melinda's 
shapely body. 

His eyes had a look of lust in them. He was leering at her in a manner that 
Melinda did not find very professional. 

' You are a beautiful woman, Mrs. Manning. I can't believe you have any 
problems with sex," he said, in a deep, most charming voice. 

"It's my husband. He doesn't want to have sex with me anymore. I know that 
he's having an affair. Or maybe affairs." 

"I see. He is a foolish man. But he will have sex with you whenever you 
desire by the time we are through. You must trust me completely, and I will 
teach you how to be a great lover. You will learn to serve your man, tend to 
his every need. And he will love you for it. Now please remove all of your 
clothes and stretch out on the table." 

Melinda was used to taking her clothes off in front of doctors, so this 
didn't seem strange to her. 

She could see that there were four posts at the corners of the examination 
table. 

She wondered for a moment what they were for, but then started to remove her 
clothes. 

Dr. Shakey gestured toward a closet where she could hang her things up. 

She heard the doctor gasp as she bared her big breasts, and again she didn't 
think this proper for a doctor/patient relationship. 

But she told herself that this was not going to be like any other medical 
experience she had ever had, so she would have to learn to accept things. 

She supposed the man had been trained to react that way. 

He was just getting Melinda to feel better about herself, she thought. 

When she was naked she climbed up on the examination table and tried to 
relax. 

Dr. Shakey placed his big hand on her breast and gave it a little squeeze. 

Melinda could feel her nipple get erect and press into the center of his 
palm. 

"You have beautiful breasts, Mrs. Manning. Really superb," Dr Shakey said. 

Melinda could tell that the man was breathing hard, and that sound made her 
pussy start to lubricate itself. 

She could feel her cunt flesh swelling and her clit protruding. 

The ache in her abdomen returned, and her heartbeat quickened. 

"Please open your legs, Mrs. Manning. I have to examine your vagina," Dr. 
Shakey said. 

He was doing little to hide his passion at that point and he licked his lips 
slowly as she parted her thighs. 

He ran his fingers lightly up the insides of her thighs and caressed her 
outer cunt lips. 

He pried her inner cunt lips open and slipped a finger inside. 

Melinda instinctively contracted her cunt muscles and squeezed his finger. 

She let out a small gasp of pleasure as he began to wiggle his finger 
around. 

"Does that feel good, Mrs. Manning?" Dr. Shakey asked. 

"Yes, Doctor. I've never had any trouble orgasming." 

"Uh huh. Uh huh," he said. Melinda had hoped that he would finger her to 
orgasm right then and there. 

But instead he pulled his finger out and walked over to the sink in the 
corner of the tiny room and washed his hands with soap and hot water. 

"You appear to be healthy in every way. Your vagina responds and is plenty 
tight enough to satisfy any penis.' 

"I'm glad to hear that, Dr. Shakey. I think my problems are all from the 
neck up. I think it's my attitude, not my body that's the problem. Harold 
still thinks of me as the virgin he married. I get the impression that 
sometimes he's afraid to touch me for fear of breaking me.' 

"I see, Mrs. Manning. Now just relax, and let me prepare something over 
here. The therapy session will be continue in a second." 

The doctor's back was to Melinda and she couldn't see what he was doing. 

She heard him rattling around with some bottles, and when he turned around 
he was holding a white towel in his right hand. 

"Now just relax, Mrs. Manning," he said. "This isn't going to hurt one bit." 

Melinda's eyes went wide as he brought that towel closer to her face. 

Before she could react he had thrust the towel over her nose and mouth. 

Melinda could tell that he had put some sort of chemical on the towel. 

It smelled awful and she tried to hold her breath for as long as possible. 

But soon she had to inhale, and when she did she felt herself get very 
dizzy. 

She inhaled again, on the verge of panic, and everything went black. 

She had no idea how long she was unconscious. 

When she woke up she had to blink a couple of times before she could focus 
her big brown eyes. 

She realized that she was still in the examination room, still naked, but 
something was different. 

Her wrists were tied above her head to the two posts. 

Her ankles were bound also to the posts at the foot of the examination 
table. 

She was tied spread eagle and there was no way for her to get away. 

She looked to one side and saw that the man had removed his clothes. 

Dr. Shakey's cock was stiff and stood at attention in front of his hips. 

"HELP! HELP! OH GOD! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" Melinda shouted at the top of 
her lungs. 

Bernard Shakey just threw back his head and laughed at the girl. 

"Go ahead and scream," he said nonchalantly. "I assure you that this little 
room is quite soundproof!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

A row of sweat beads formed across Melinda's beautiful face. 

Her forehead was creased from tension, and her face was flushed as she 
struggled against the ropes that held her in place. 

'What are you going to do to me?" she screamed out. 

Anxiety made her voice sound higher than normal. 

The muscles in her throat were as tense as they could be. 

"You are going to be trained. You will learn to love the abuse and 
humiliation of being fucked while you are tied so tightly you can hardly 
move," Bernard Shakey said in a voice that crackled with evil. 

"You are crazy! You're a madman! Let me go!" Melinda screamed. She tossed 
her head from side to side, sending her dark hair flying into her face. 

She had to blow cool air through puckered lips to get a couple of strands of 
hair out of her mouth. 

"Am I? We shall see. I have a sneaking suspicion that you will change your 
tune before you leave this room." 

"Never. I'll never change my mind. I think you are insane and I hate you. I 
HATE YOU!" she screamed. 

But Bernard Shakey just threw back his head and laughed so hard that his 
whole body shook from the vibrations. 

' The first thing I must do is shave off all of your pussy hair," he said, 
rubbing his huge palms together with delight. "You are nothing but a sex 
slave now. It is common knowledge that sex slaves do not have pubic hair. I 
hope you will excuse me while I prepare a basin of hot water and hone the 
blade to my razor." 

"You'll never get away with this. I'll tell the cops. They are going to 
throw you in jail and throw away the key!" Melinda screamed. 

"I don't think you will Mrs. Manning. No, I don't think you are going to 
want to tell anyone what goes on here this afternoon," Bernard Shakey said. 

He walked over to the sink and once again washed his hands thoroughly. 

Melinda's mind raced rapidly as she lay there tied down. 

A thousand different thoughts went through her head at once. 

After a while she stopped struggling against the ropes. 

She realized that she wasn't strong enough to break her bonds, no matter how 
hard she struggled. 

And she knew that the more she struggled, the quicker she would completely 
exhaust her already weary body. 

Something told Melinda that she was going to need all of the energy she 
could muster. 

She had little idea what was going to happen to her, but something told her 
she should have a reserve of energy on hand. 

The ropes were around her wrists so tightly that the circulation of blood 
was completely cut off to her hands. 

By the time Bernard Shakey began to prepare a basin full of hot water, she 
could no longer feel anything in her fingers. 

The ropes were biting into her sensitive wrist flesh, and Melinda could tell 
she was going to have angry red rings around her wrists long after those 
ropes were removed. 

The same was true of her ankles, forced far apart at the foot of the 
examination table. 

She wondered what Bernard had meant when he said she wouldn't want to tell 
anyone what happened to her in this room. 

She wondered how he was going to manage to keep her mouth shut, even though 
she wanted to run to the cops at that moment. 

She figured she was going to be subjected to some sort of intense 
brain-washing program, that would strip her of her will. 

She knew that Bernard Shakey's methods must work. If they didn't some other 
poor victim would have told the cops about this place already. 

She knew that this wasn't really a sex clinic at all. 

It was just a front for a house of sexual sadism. 

She shuddered at the thought. It never occurred to her that the methods 
Bernard would use would be very simple. 

The technique he used to keep his women silent was an old one: BLACKMAIL! 

Bernard picked up a straight razor, much like the ones that barbers use. 

He ran it up and down a thick strap to make sure it was as sharp as 
possible. 

He then heated up some shaving cream and put a big glob of it on his left 
palm. 

He walked to the foot of the examination table and looked at Melinda. 

His eyes started on her face, admired her tits, and quickly moved to the 
swollen lips of her cunt. 

He could see that shaving Melinda Manning was going to be no problem. 

The toughest part about shaving a pussy was getting around the vulva and in 
between the cheeks of the ass. 

But Melinda was bald there anyway. All he had to worry about shaving was the 
inverted triangle of ebony tresses above her slit. 

No sweat, he figured and rubbed the hot cream all over that hot patch. 

The cream felt so good on Melinda's mound that she couldn't help but moan a 
little as he applied it gingerly. 

She could tell that she was getting sexually aroused once again. 

Instead of intimidating her into an iceberg, the humiliation of the bondage 
was actually getting her hornier than she would have been naturally. 

"You must keep perfectly still my dear," Bernard Shakey said, resting his 
thick tongue in the corner of his mouth, between his closed lips. 

Melinda tried to relax as much as she could, but she could feel some of her 
muscles twitching against her will because of the terror she was feeling. 

"I wouldn't want to cut you down here between your beautiful thighs. I 
understand that it hurts so much when you get a nick down there. If you stay 
very still I promise I will do my best not to draw any blood." 

Bernard's cock was still as hard as a rock between his legs. 

It stood straight out from his hips and bobbed up and down with 
anticipation. 

Melinda moaned a little inwardly when she thought how good it was going to 
feel when he slipped that cock into her hot cunt. 

Bernard Shakey, to Melinda's pleasant surprise, was hung like a horse, and 
looked like he would know how to use that meat. 

He was fucking huge, she thought, unable to hide her arousal even to 
herself. 

The man had a prick that was at least ten inches long. 

And it was thick, so thick that Melinda doubted her fingers would be able to 
get all the way around it if she tried to take it in her fist. 

The thickest part of his cock was the big bulbous glans. 

The head of his cock looked more like a doorknob than a glans. 

It was a very deep purple color from being engorged with blood. 

It looked like it would explode if any more blood tried to pump into it. 

The skin across the head was stretched as tight as a drum skin. 

That skin was shiny and thin and looked very smooth to the bound woman. 

She could see the little piss hole in the middle of that head. 

The hole was opening and closing with sexy little spasms. 

Melinda couldn't help but think of a goldfish's mouth when she looked at 
that hole. 

The stalk of his cock was very hard also, although not quite as purple. 

Melinda could see dilated veins running along that thick stem. 

It made his member look angry, in need of tight cunt. 

Above his cock was a thick patch of curly pubic hair. 

At the top of that patch, a straight line of hair ran to Bernard's navel. 
His chest and his shoulders had a thick rug of fur on them. 

Below his throbbing cock shaft hung the sack that held his balls. 

His balls, also, looked to be incredibly huge to the woman. 

She figured each of his testicles were the size of a small tangerine. 

His wrinkled scrotum hung low and appeared to be filled to the brim with hot 
sticky man come. 

She could see that there were curly hairs growing right out of that sack. , 
The man's thighs were heavily muscled, and she could see those muscles 
ripple as he moved. 

Melinda decided that if she had to be raped, she was damn glad that Bernard 
Shakey was the one who was going to do it. 

She thought about how deep inside her he could get that purple cock head. 

She thought about how far open her cunt lips would have to stretch for him 
to get that glans inside her. 

She knew that he would be able to fill her up completely with that prick of 
his, and she could feel herself freshly lubricating herself. 

Cunt juice, sweet and thick' as honey, formed in a little pool at the base 
of her swollen pussy lips. 

Soon that pool overflowed and Melinda could feel her hump juice' rolling 
thickly between the cheeks of her ass. 

She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the examination table 
between her forced open thighs. 

Melinda could feel her clitoris getting bigger by the second. 

Her love button was slowly becoming engorged with red blood. 

As her clit grew, it quivered and became stiff and erect. 

It poked its tiny head out from under its foreskin. 

She could feel the insides of her thighs tingling a little bit. 

That tingle slowly spread until it filled her abdomen, and the crack of her 
sweet, round ass. 

Her ass-hole tingled a lot, and she felt as if she wanted that big cock up 
her ass-hole just as much as she wanted it in her cunt. 

Melinda did not want the naked man know that she was getting so horny at the 
thought of being raped by him. 

She figured it was a matter of pride to pretend she was going to hate every 
second of the impending violation. 

But acting had never been Melinda Manning's forte. 

She knew that sooner or later Bernard 

Shakey was going to figure out that she was into it. She was going to love 
it. 

Melinda didn't even care if he hurt her a little bit when he fucked her with 
that huge log of his. 

She had known for a long time that she liked a little pain with the pleasure 
of sexual activity. 

Still, tears welled up in her big brown eyes, turning them into shiny pools. 

Soon those tears overflowed and ran slowly onto her high cheekbones. 

Her smooth cheeks were stained by the tracks of her tears. 

Those tears ran into the corners of her mouth, then inside. 

They tasted salty and bitter, like sea water, as they found their way onto 
her thick tongue. 

Bernard was very sensuous and gentle as he smeared the soapy cream all over 
the inverted triangle of pubic hair above Melinda's tiny cunt slit. 

He could feel her flesh quiver under his caress, and he could tell by how 
wet her cunt had become that she was very aroused. 

He could see that her little man in the boat was erect. 

"You are going to love the feeling of having no pubic hair," he said. 

"I will not,', she screamed. "I'm going to hate it just as much as I hate 
you." 

"I think not. You will find that the skin on your mound is very sensitive. 
Without the padding of hair to protect it you will find that being stroked 
there will be very pleasurable indeed,' Bernard said slowly. 

Melinda knew, deep inside, that the man was telling the truth. 

She could feel the skin there tingling already, just at the thought of being 
touched by the cool air for the first time in years. 

Bernard began to shave the hair very slowly, concentrating his attention 
solely on his task. 

Melinda could tell he had been sincere when he said he didn't want to cut 
her. 

He was being very careful, and the whole process didn't take very long. 

In a matter of seconds she was as bald between her legs as she was on the 
day she was born. 

It was a close shave, and she was pink on her lovely mound, without a trace 
of the stubble that one might have expected. 

Melinda could tell that Bernard Shakey had shaved a few pussies in his day, 
and had his technique down. 

She knew that if he was as good at fucking as he was at shaving, he was 
going to make her come many times. 

Bernard lovingly wiped off the excess soap and hair bits with a big fluffy, 
white, warm towel. 

He threw the towel over onto the shelf next to the wall. 

He then allowed his fingertips to run slowly over the new shaved slit, 
admiring how smoothly he had shaved her. 

Melinda found that the skin was more sensitive there, than even she could 
have anticipated. 

She shuddered and couldn't help but let out a gurgling moan from the back of 
her throat when he touched her there. 

"You like the way it feels when I touch you there?" Bernard Shakey said in a 
voice that was so low it was almost a whisper. 

"No," she lied. "I hate it when you touch me. I hate everything about you, 
you scummy bastard, you." 

But her words were not as forceful as they once were. 

"I assure you Mrs. Manning, I will not hurt you any more than is necessary. 
I will only hurt you in the ways that are intrinsic to the training program 
for which you volunteered. I do not get any kicks out of giving pure pain, 
but when the pain comes as part of the sex act, that is a whole new 
ballgame. I imagine that you separate the two in your mind also. I think by 
the time we are through here we will have quite an understanding. Yes, Mrs. 
Manning. I think we will understand each other perfectly." 

Once again he laughed and Melinda closed her eyes until they were no more 
than slits. 

She knew that she couldn't pretend to hate his touch for much longer. 

Her pussy was on fire with desire, and she would have to earn an academy 
award if she convinced him that she really didn't want him to touch her 
there. 

Bernard replaced the razor and the basin of water by the sink and wiped off 
his hands slowly with the towel. 

He rubbed his palms hard against the towel and seemed to derive pleasure 
from this as he closed his eyes and moaned when he did it. 

Melinda could feel her nipples getting hard and erect. 

Even when she was lying on her back her breasts appeared very large. 

They were flattened somewhat by the force of gravity, but still stuck up 
quite a ways as she lay there. 

She looked like she had twin mountains resting high on her chest. 

Her hard nipples protruded and looked like matching mountain peaks. 

"Yes, yes, yes. You do have lovely tits," Bernard said, walking slowly over 
to the side of the table. "I want to see how big I can get your nipples to 
grow now, using my fingers, my lips, my tongue, and yes, my teeth!" 

He placed his large hands over her twin globes of flesh, and gave them each 
a gentle squeeze. 

He could feel both breasts heaving and quivering like jelly whenever she 
gasped for air. He loved the way they felt. 

They were firm yet supple at the same time, and they were hot. 

He squeezed her tits so hard that his fingers sunk into the flesh. 

Melinda looked down and could see the man's knuckles turning white. 

The pain mixed with the pleasure to become a single sensation. 

He squeezed her tit rhythmically, imitating the rate of her own rapid, 
pounding heartbeat. 

He could feel her erect nipples pressing into the centers of his palms. 

When he opened his fingers as wide as he could he could just barely hold her 
entire breasts at the same time. 

He moved her tits in a slow circle, rubbing them together then pulling them 
apart. 

He pulled his palms off of her two tits and rolled his fingertips across the 
hard balls of crimson flesh at their tips. 

Melinda closed her eyes, and made gentle whimpering noises in the back of 
her throat. 

She had forgotten about trying to act. She could not pretend any longer that 
she didn't love the way it felt when he touched her there. 

He was only the second man ever to touch her nipples, and she thought that 
he had a very sensuous touch indeed. 

But she could never quite get rid of her fear of the unknown. 

Sure it felt good now, but she couldn't totally relax. 

She had no idea what else the man might have in store for her. 

Bernard flicked his fingertips rapidly across her hard nipples. 

He then got those nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

He squeezed them very hard, and felt them get harder under his touch. 

"Does that hurt Mrs. Manning?" he asked nonchalantly. 

"Yes, I can feel the pain running up and down my spine." 

"But it feels good at the same time, doesn't it, Mrs. Manning?" 

"No, it feels horrible. I don't like it at all," she said weakly. 

"You are lying. Why do you moan and writhe with the pain if you hate it so 
much?" 

Melinda said nothing. She could tell that he was wise to her. 

"Yes, it feels good," she said. "But I don't like being tied this way. I 
expected to get laid when I came here but knocking me out and tying me up is 
totally out of line." 

"Ah, but that is all part of the training, Mrs. Manning. By the time you are 
done here you will love being tied up just as much as you love the pain. 
Your husband will love you more for this Mrs. Manning. He will like the idea 
of tying you up on your bed at home and pumping you good, knowing that you 
cannot move your arms nor your legs." 

"No, he won't. Harold isn't like that. He would never like something like 
that!" 

"I don't think you know men as well as you think you do, Mrs. Manning. All 
men have a rape fantasy. They get turned on by the thought of tying them up 
and sticking it to them. I'm sure your Harold is no exception. But we will 
discuss him more in the future," Bernard said. 

Melinda fell silent. She knew that she didn't know very much about men. 

She suspected that the naked man's words were true. 

Melinda had always found men to be very mysterious creatures. 

She never did truly understand why they did the things they did. 

She would have been lying, even to herself, if she had said that she 
considered herself an expert on male mentality. 

She figured that Bernard Shakey knew what he was talking about. 

Maybe, she thought, Harold will like to fuck me more if I become his 
complete sex slave. 

Melinda had never given much credence to women's liberation. 

She always thought that a woman's place was to serve her man. 

Being tied up to fuck seemed like just another way of serving Harold. 

If she could learn to be completely subservient when it came to sex, perhaps 
her visit to this clinic would not be the waist she thought it was going to 
be when she realized the man was going to rape her. 

If she learned to love the humiliation, to love the very act of being 
dominated so completely, she may return home with just the new knowledge she 
had been seeking when she left home that very afternoon. 

Bernard Shakey continued to tug at Melinda's nipples very hard. 

He pulled them out from the tips of her breasts as far as he could. 

He pulled them until the skin surrounding each nipple was as tight as it 
could go, and threatening to tear. 

It hurt so much that Melinda couldn't help but let out little grunts from 
the pain. 

But even as the pain increased, so did the yearning she felt down between 
her spread open thighs. 

A fresh flow of pussy juices poured from between her swollen inner cunt lips 
and she could tell that the sticky wet spot she was making between her 
thighs on the examination table was getting steadily larger. 

Each time Bernard pulled her nipples far out, he allowed them to snap back 
into place. 

And each time he allowed them to snap back into place they got a little 
longer and harder than they were the time before. 

Soon Melinda's nipples had grown larger than she had ever seen them before. 

For a moment the beautiful bound woman thought the naked man had stretched 
her nipples permanently. 

But, in actuality, she had just reached a point of sexual arousal that had 
been previously unknown to her. 

Bernard let go of her nipples and lowered his head. 

He placed one palm lightly on her shoulder and the other on the soft plain 
of her abdomen, between her dimpled belly button and her bald mound. 

"I can see that you spend a lot of time out in the sun, Mrs. Manning," 
Bernard said just before he began to shower her right tit with tiny wet peck 
kisses. 

"Yes I do," Melinda said, but the words caught in her throat from the 
passion and lust she was experiencing. 

"And I can also tell that you wear a very tiny bathing suit " the man said 
in between affectionate kisses. 

"Uh huh," Melinda said. She closed her eyes from the pleasure and pressed 
the back of her head hard against the padded table. 

"You must enjoy the way men look at you when you wear such a skimpy bathing 
suit. Men must admire your body a great deal when you wear your string 
bikini," Bernard said, he too now breathless with passion. 

He could feel his testicles aching as if he had never gotten laid before. 

His semen swam inside his scrotum, as if in a hurry to emerge. 

"I sunbathe in my backyard,' Melinda said, "it makes me feel uncomfortable 
to have men looking at me with desire." 

"This is an insecurity that you will soon be rid of. Along with training you 
to serve your man in every possible way, we must teach you here to love your 
body. Your body is the part of you that attracts men the most, and you must 
learn to use your body to please the men of the world. It is silly to feel 
embarrassed about your own beauty, don't you think so Mrs. Manning.' 

"Please, call me Mindy," Melinda said, her eyes closing tighter as Bernard's 
loving kisses got closer to her nipples. 

'Okay, Mindy. We like to be formal here, but if you want me to call you that 
I will be happy to. I request however, that you call me Dr. Shakey." 

Bernard began to kiss at both of Melinda's hard nipples. 

He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and used the very tip to trace a 
slow line around her right nipple. 

He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across that nipple, smiling 
inwardly when Melinda moaned with pleasure. 

She was panting like a wild animal and her moans of joy were coming more 
frequently as she got hornier. 

Bernard flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across each nipple. 

Then he wrapped his lips around the right nipple and sucked it deep into his 
mouth. 

He sucked and flicked his tongue at the same time. 

Then he got his teeth on the right nipple and nipped at it sending delicious 
ripples of pain up and down Melinda's spine. 

By the time he was done biting and tugging at her nipples, she couldn't 
believe how hot they were. Her nipples really did feel as if they . were on 
fire with passion. 

He then kissed his way slowly down her belly, exploring her navel with his 
hot, curious tongue. 

"Now I want to find out what your cunt tastes like," he said, and Melinda 
gasped at the thought. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"I'll bet your cunt tastes wonderful," Bernard Shakey said, and his cock 
throbbed so hard it snapped up and slapped him in the belly. 

His prick was so long that the tip slapped him well above the belly button 
when it went into its horny little dance. 

He lifted his head and walked until he was standing at the foot of the 
examination table. 

He placed his hands on her shins and leaned forward a little. 

"You have a tight cunt, Mindy. Yes, very tight indeed. I can tell just by 
looking at it that you are going to hug my cock very snugly when I fuck 
you," he said. 

He leaned forward more and began to kiss at the smooth flesh on the insides 
of Melinda Manning's thighs. 

He sucked and bit a little at the same time. 

He worked his mouth slowly and steadily up her leg, getting ever closer to 
her pulsating quim as he did so. 

Melinda couldn't believe how horny she was getting. 

She was starting to think that there really was something in what Dr. Shakey 
had said earlier. 

Maybe being tied up and treated like a slave was just what she wanted all 
along. 

She began to look at Bernard Shakey with true affection in her misty big 
brown eyes. 

She knew that he was opening up a part of her that had never been opened 
before. 

He was taking a whole facet of her personality and releasing it from its 
prison. 

She could feel herself becoming a truly sexual animal at that point. 

She was hotter than she could ever remember being with her husband. 

Bernard worked his way up her thighs slowly, pausing to suck and bite at the 
flesh as he went. 

When he got to the very edge of her hairless outer cunt lips he drew back a 
little with his handsome head. 

He placed his nose very close to her cunt and breathed in deeply, filling 
his sinuses with the scent of her womanhood. 

He felt a little dizzy from the odor he smelled. 

He could feel himself becoming slightly intoxicated by her pussy scent. 

"I love the way your cunt smells Mindy," he said in a harsh whisper. "It is 
so sweet, so pungent, so musky. You are a real woman. I never want you to 
forget that Mindy. You are an exceptional woman!" 

Mindy could feel herself blushing with pride at those words. Just a few 
moments earlier she would have been disgusted by those words. 

But her attitude toward the naked man with the big cock had changed rapidly. 

She no longer saw him as an evil man who was going to brutally rape her. 

She saw him as a blessing in disguise. Someone to help her. 

He was going to allow the sexual animal within her to run free for the very 
first time in her life. 

Her sexual appetite was a caged animal. A hungry animal. 

And that animal was going to be loosed and fed at the same time. 

With those thoughts running through the beautiful woman's head, Bernard 
stuck out his tongue as far as he could. 

He placed the tip of his tongue at the base of her outer cunt lips. 

Melinda couldn't help but tighten the muscles in her legs in reaction to 
that intimate contact. 

Even though it took a great deal of energy, she arched her back and lifted 
her ass cheeks off of the padded examination table a couple of inches. 

She was arched like a bow, but she couldn't maintain that position for long. 

She plopped back down and shuddered as Bernard began to wiggle the tip of 
his tongue against her swollen cunt flesh. 

He drew back his tongue for a moment just long enough to speak. 

"Your cunt tastes wonderful too, Mindy,'. he said in a deep throaty voice. 
"Any man would be a fool not to want to eat your cunt all day and all night. 
You are so hot and so responsive! I know that you will come many many times 
during our session here together. Yes, you will be free of the anxieties 
that have haunted you ever since you first began to feel desire for men. No 
longer will you have any fears of your own exceptional sexuality. You are 
all woman. And I am all man. That should be all we need to know to 
continue." 

Melinda could feel her cunt throb violently when he said that to her. 

It was the nicest thing a man had ever said to her. 

She hoped that Bernard wasn't just a bullshitter. She thought she heard a 
note of sincerity in his voice. 

She found that she believed him when he spoke to her. 

Or maybe she just wanted to believe him so badly she tried to forget about 
her doubts concerning the man's honesty and integrity. 

Certainly a man who would knock a woman cold and tie her up without 
permission was not above throwing out a few false compliments. 

But Melinda did not want to think in this way at all. She wanted to believe 
him. She wanted the moment to be magic. 

Bernard moved the tip of his tongue up the outer lips of Melinda's cunt, 
wiggling it as he went along. 

Melinda was now letting out deep moans each time she exhaled, which was 
frequently because of the way she was panting and trying to suck air into 
her lungs. 

Melinda's sensuous lips were parted and curled over her teeth. 

Those lips moved gracefully, as if she were speaking words of love but no 
sound was coming out. 

She had stopped crying and the stains from her tears remained although they 
had dried. 

Her eyes were still red and swollen from the tears she had spilled, but they 
were starting to dance as she found herself slowly being brought to her 
first orgasm of the strange day. 

Bernard licked only at Melinda's outer lips for a long time. 

He licked that flesh until it was wet and shiny from a combination of her 
cunt juices and his own spittle. 

He licked those pink, fat, swollen outer cunt lips until all of the flavor 
was gone. 

He then placed his fingertips on those lips and pulled them apart as far as 
they would go. 

Then he could see all of the intricate red folds of flesh between those cunt 
lips, and he sighed with pleasure. 

He stretched her cunt lips open until the flesh was taut, and there was some 
pain between her thighs. 

But Melinda expected a little pain and she hardly dreaded it. 

She was looking forward to the pain as much as she was looking forward to 
the pleasure. 

She had always liked being treated rough by men. 

She liked it when her husband spanked her saying she was "naughty." 

She liked it when he beat her hips until they bruised when he fucked her 
doggie style. 

She even liked to get slapped across the face by Harold when they were both 
caught in the throes of passion. 

What Bernard was doing was taking her love for submission, and thrusting it 
out into the open. 

She now knew that she had wanted to be a sex slave all along. 

No longer were her urges toward subservience clouded by a rationale and 
euphemisms. 

Bernard flicked the tip of his tongue between her inner and outer cunt lips, 
where the flavor of the flesh was very rich. 

He acted hungry, and he began to make slurping noises with his tongue as he 
lapped happily at her cunt. 

Melinda could feel the muscles in her thighs become tense again and she was 
grunting furiously as he licked up and down the space between her two sets 
of cunt lips. 

She could feel her hard clitoris vibrating at the top of her pussy. 

She knew that he wouldn't have to lick that clit for very long before she 
would have one of the most incredible orgasms of her life. 

Harold had never found eating cunt to be one of his favorite things. 

It wasn't that he was bothered by the odor or the taste. 

It was just that he was always in too much of a hurry to get his pole inside 
the hole. 

He never seemed to be patient enough to give Melinda's cunt the tongue 
attention that she always wanted. 

But Bernard did. he loved hearing her moans of joy. He licked her cunt 
slowly and gently with the tip of his tongue. 

He wanted to explore each nook and crannie of her pussy flesh before he 
licked her clit until she came. 

"Oh, God, Dr. Shakey!" Melinda called out her face getting even redder as 
she screamed. 

The man made a couple of happy sounds that let Melinda know that he was 
enjoying lapping her cunt just as much as she was. 

He loved the way her pussy juices were getting all over his lips and chin as 
he delicately made his way between her two sets of cunt lips toward the top. 

When he got to the spot alongside the clitoris, he touched the gland that 
secreted her natural lubrication. 

He could feel a fresh flow of cunt juice pour thickly from the base of her 
cunt. 

He repeated this flicking motion on the other side of her pussy and then 
moved to the edges of her inner lips. 

Her inner cunt lips were very swollen and protruding far out of the wet, 
open slash. 

They curled back at the edges so it was easy for "Bernard to get his tongue 
a little between them as he moved up and down. 

Even though he came very close to touching her erect clit when he got to the 
top of her inner cunt lips, he was careful to not actually make contact. 

He didn't want to touch her clit until the very last thing. 

He knew that that hard bead of quivering flesh was the center of her womanly 
pleasure. 

Nothing else would matter to her once he touched her there. 

Bernard removed his fingers from her outer labia, and they stayed parted 
almost as far as they had been when he was pulling them back. 

He placed two long fingers inside her inner cunt lips and separated them, 
forcing those swollen lips to open. 

He looked inside, seeing the mouth of her cunt hole, wet, pink and swollen. 

He could see a pool of cunt juice in there, ready to make the ride smooth 
and comfortable when he stuck his cock in there. 

He thrust his face hard against her cunt and drove his tongue deep up her 
hole. 

He got his tongue as far into her cunt as he could. 

'Oh my God, Dr Shakey. That feels so good!" Melinda screamed, and the 
intensity of the pleasure made her toss her head back and forth. 

Her tongue shot out of her mouth occasionally and moistened her full 
pointing lips. 

"I can't stand it! Oh God, oh GOD!" she screamed, and once again her long 
hair fell across her face. 

She had to pucker her lips and blow air out through them to get the hair off 
of her beautiful kisser. 

He began to wiggle his tongue around inside her cunt lips, drinking and 
savoring the juices that came into his mouth. 

He was not swallowing and he drooled into her cunt, making it wetter and 
slipperier than it would have been naturally. 

He then began to move his whole head back and forth, working his tongue in 
and out of her convulsing cunt hole. 

The pressure Melinda felt in her lower abdomen was so intense that she 
thought her insides were going to blow apart at any second. 

No matter how hard she tried she couldn't take a deep breath. 

Her inhales were short and sharp, and her exhales were accented by moans of 
pleasure and tense gurgling noises. 

"Deeper, Dr. Shakey. DEEPER!" Melinda screamed at the top of her lungs. She 
was glad at that point that the little room in the back of the clinic had 
been built so that it was soundproof. 

She wondered what the other ladies would think if they could hear her 
screams of pleasure coming from inside. 

She figured her screams would scare some women away, and others would be 
encouraged and look forward to their therapy session. 

It was at that point that Melinda asked herself if she was an exception. 

She wondered if every woman who came to the clinic was bound and raped. 

She wondered if there were other men like Dr. Shakey doing the same thing to 
women in other rooms along the hall. 

She wondered if the clinic only did this to exceptional women who seemed to 
have great potential when it came to being a sex slave. 

She hoped that this was the case. Melinda felt a great need at that moment 
to feel special. 

"Please Doctor, get your tongue inside me deeper. DEEPER!" she screamed. 

Bernard was concentrating on keeping the tip of his tongue pointy. 

He tensed the muscles in his tongue so that it was as stiff as possible. 

But he knew that he would never be able to get his tongue inside her cunt 
deep enough to satisfy the beautiful woman. 

He knew that that was a job for his stiff long cock. 

Melinda would not be satisfied until her cunt was filled up completely. 

And Bernard knew that her cunt would be more filled than it ever had been 
before when he got his prick all the way inside it. 

He pulled his tongue out, and his jaw ached a little as he relaxed his face. 

He had not realized how hard his jaw had been working when he was caught up 
in giving the woman pleasure. 

But once he stopped working his tongue in and out of her fuck hole he could 
feel how much he had been exerting himself. 

He placed two fingers inside her inner cunt lips once again. 

But instead of spreading her cunt lips apart as he did last time, he eased 
those fingers up inside her honey pot. 

He didn't stop pushing his fingers into her hole until he was in all the way 
to the third knuckle. 

He wiggled his fingers around so he would caress different spots on the 
inside of her fuck tunnel. 

Melinda's body was slick with sweat and she was making quite a fuss as she 
felt his two fingers violating her. 

She knew that his fingers were nothing compared to the sensations she would 
get when his cock did the same thing. 

Her chest heaved up and down, and she still occasionally arched her back so 
she could lift her sweet buttocks up in the air. 

She did this to encourage him to penetrate her as deep as possible. 

Bernard began to slide those two fingers in and out of her cunt slowly. 

Bernard could tell that Melinda was on the edge of orgasm 

He pulled his fingers out and placed his hands firmly on the insides of her 
thighs. 

It was time for the man to give the woman the orgasm she needed so badly. 

He held her supple thighs firmly, to prevent her from slapping him in his 
face during her moments of divine ecstasy. 

Once again he stuck his tongue out as far as he could. 

He licked at the length of her pussy with the flat part of his tongue a 
couple of times, stopping just short of touching her love button. 

Melinda was well aware of the fact that there was only one spot left in her 
pussy that had not yet been touched by his tongue. 

She found it strange and wonderful, that the part of her pussy that had not 
been touched was the part that she was most conscious of at that moment. 

Then Bernard touched the very tip of his tongue to her clit for the briefest 
moment. 

He pulled his tongue away and smiled at the woman, looking at her red face 
between her heaving breasts. 

'Can you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm, Mindy?" 

"YES! YES! YES! OH, PLEASE LET ME COME!" she screamed. 

He chuckled a little to himself and dabbed at her clit with the tip of his 
tongue once again. 

He touched her clit again and again, and the paused between the caresses got 
shorter each time. 

Every muscle in Melinda's body was tense and she felt as if gallons of come 
juice were going to pour from her pussy at the moment of her orgasm. 

Her sexual tension had built up to such incredible extremes that she thought 
she might pass out from pure pleasure at the moment it was released. 

Then Bernard placed his tongue on her clit and left it there. 

He held his tongue perfectly still moving his head the same time she moved 
her hips so the clit would be touched but not moved by his tongue. 

Then he began to work her love button in a slow circle, rolling it tenderly. 

Melinda let out a deep groan that made her sound as if she had just been 
stabbed in the lower back by a sharp kitchen knife. 

Bernard could tell that her orgasm had reached the point of inevitability. 

He did not stop the movement of his tongue as the explosions started inside 
Melinda's spasming pussy. 

"COME! COME! COME! COME!" Melinda screamed at the top of her lungs. 

Her whole body was soon filled with the ecstasy exploding inside her 
spasming loins. 

As Bernard sensed her orgasm erupting like a volcano he began to flick the 
tip of his tongue hard and fast across her clit, bringing her pleasure to a 
pitch that the woman had never known before. 

During all of the times that Melinda had pondered her body's capability for 
giving her physical pleasure, she had never suspected that a climax could be 
as intense as the one she was having at that moment. 

The pleasure spread up to her head, and, although she saw little sparks in 
front of her eyes, Melinda could tell that she was going to stay conscious. 

This made her glad because she didn't want to miss a single moment of the 
diving pleasure that filled her perfect torso. 

She could think of nothing other than the ripples of pleasure that soared up 
and down her arched spine. 

Time was slowed to a snail's pace by the intensity of those explosions. 

Her mouth fell gaping open and she screamed as if she were being tortured by 
a masked sadist. 

She sounded as if she were being whipped savagely while bound to a wooden 
rack in some dingy den of torture. 

She even thought at that moment, as the intensity of her pleasure made it 
near impossible for her to have a rational thought that being whipped 
savagely was not such a bad idea. 

She figured that with agony, her true ecstasy would become even more 
intense. 

As the sexual rules she had learned since puberty were quickly shattered, 
she began to think that there were no limits to her ability to feel. 

She wanted her nerves all over her body to be stimulated, and she didn't 
care if that stimulation came in the form of pleasure of pain. 

Bernard wrapped his lips around Melinda's clit and the surrounding flesh, 
and sucked it all deep into his mouth. 

He sucked her clit and flicked his tongue across it at the same time. 

The pleasure was so fine, so extraordinary, that Melinda was convinced that 
her orgasm lasted several minutes. 

The whole thing only lasted ten seconds, and then the convulsions within her 
began to sharply diminish. 

She could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the warm 
contentment of a relaxed afterglow. 

Bernard sucked on the woman's clit until he was sure that the orgasm was 
completely over and done with. 

Melinda loudly emptied her lungs with air. Her cheeks puffed out and her 
lips blustered as she did this. 

All of the muscles in her body relaxed at the same time. 

She was still very out of breath, and her heart still pounded. 

She lowered her hips back to the table for the first time in what seemed 
like ages. 

Bernard pulled his face out of her cunt and stood straight up at the foot of 
the table. 

Melinda looked into the man's eyes, and she could feel deep emotion getting 
in the way of her absolute pleasure. 

Bernard could see that the woman was gazing at him with an expression of 
complete adoration on her pretty face. 

Her eyes were no longer as red and swollen as they were before. 

They twinkled and danced, showing how happy the small woman was. 

He smiled too and moved to the side of the table. 

"I want you to lick the cunt juices from my lips and chin," Bernard said in 
a deep calm voice. 

His cock was still as hard as ever, and it was doing a little dance as it 
stood erect between his thighs. 

He placed his right hand on her breast and leaned over. 

"I love the taste of my own cunt juice,'. Melinda said. "I always suck off 
my fingers after I masturbate," she said. 

He lowered her head and she offered her thick tongue. 

She hungrily lapped at his lips and his chin, savoring the flavor of her own 
blossoming womanhood. 

As might be expected this turned into a soulful kiss. 

Bernard placed his lips gently on Melinda's and help them still for a 
moment. 

Then he pressed firmly so that the woman could feel her lips pressed against 
her top teeth. 

Their lips were closed at first as they pressed them together, two hot 
sponges merging, but then their lips parted and they touched the tips of 
their tongue together. 

In a matter of seconds they were hungrily rolling their tongues together. 

They performed an internal ballet with those tongues. 

They drank deeply of each other's saliva. They quaffed deeply of each 
other's sweet mouth juice. 

Bernard got his tongue under Melinda's tongue so that he could flick at her 
hot salivary gland. 

Her mouth became filled with spit as that gland was stimulated. 

She drooled over her full bottom lip onto her chin, but Bernard quickly 
sucked that excess saliva away. 

When the kiss ended they were both breathless from passion. 

Melinda could feel her warm afterglow become interrupted by a fresh lust. 

The ache in her inner cunt grew in leaps and bounds. 

She felt as if she were going to die if he didn't fuck her long and hard 
right then and there. 

Bernard had the same idea. He had every intention of mounting the spread 
woman in the very near future. 

But first he kissed her neck, sucking and biting at the flesh very hard, so 
that her skin became bright red. 

He even left a few teeth marks behind, but Melinda loved every second of it. 

He placed his mouth very close to her ear, and breathed very hard. 

As he exhaled into her sensitive ear she could feel herself shiver and 
become covered with goose flesh. 

He stuck his tongue in her ear and explored with it. 

He nibbled at her ear lobe and gently kissed her eye lids. 

He then pulled his head away from hers and began to climb up on the table. 

He placed his full weight down on top of her making it difficult for her to 
breathe at first. 

He could feel that her nipples were still hard and erect. 

Those nipples pressed against his chest, he flattened her breasts with his 
weight. 

They were both breathing very hard, and Melinda had hardly been given a 
chance to recover from her first blissful orgasm before she knew new levels 
of pleasure were about to be received. 

"What do you want me to do now, Mindy?" Bernard asked, his mouth still very 
close to her shell-like ear. 

"I want you to fuck me, Dr. Shakey," Melinda said, her voice shaky and 
high-pitched. 

"And how do you want me to fuck you, Mindy?' he asked. 

"Deep, hard and fast. Fuck me as if there were no tomorrow!" she said. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Melinda could feel Bernard's cock pressing between their abdomens. 

She was especially sensitive on the spot where she had been shaved. 

She had never really been touched on her mound before. 

There had always been a pad of hair there to prevent the sensations from 
being at their purest. 

But now she could really feel the skin above her pussy slit, and she loved 
the way the shaft of his cock felt as it touched her there. 

She could tell that his cock was going to satisfy her completely. 

Although she couldn't see it, it felt even larger than it had looked. 

Bernard kissed the woman on the mouth hungrily and she sucked his tongue. 

He then lifted up his hip a little so that the tip of his cock was touching 
her shaved slit. 

He placed his left hand flat on the table underneath her forced open arm 
pit. 

He lifted his weight up off her body with this hand, pushing up until his 
elbow was locked in the straight position. 

As he lifted his torso up off her she could look between her tits and see 
his cock throbbing as he moved his hips to get it into fucking position. 

He reached back with his other hand and took his cock in his fist. 

He wrapped his long fingers all the way around his own thick shaft. 

He gave his cock a couple of quick squeezes just to make sure it was as hard 
as he wanted it to be. 

He sighed, satisfied by this test. He used his hand to guide the head of his 
cock so that it was pressing against the tiny woman's inner cunt lips. 

He then pulled his hand away and placed his palm flat under Melinda's other 
arm pit. 

He looked like he was about to do a series of push-ups. 

And, Melinda thought, in a matter of speaking he was. 

She could feel the purple head of his cock touching her hyper-sensitive 
cunt. 

She no longer worried about the fact that she could feel nothing in her 
hands and feet. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" 

"More than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life!" 

"Good. I know that your cunt will be tight. I know that you will give me 
just as much pleasure as I intend on giving to you." 

Melinda couldn't help but think that was a very sweet thing for the man to 
say. 

The benefits of being tied down were so much greater than the humiliations. 

She was glad that the man had knocked her out and bound her stringently. 

She wouldn't have wanted her first extra-marital fuck to happen in any other 
way. 

Bernard Shakey slowly began to push downward with his hips. 

His ass muscles were tight and he held his ass cheeks firmly together. 

At that moment one wouldn't have been able to pry open his hard buttocks 
with a crow bar. 

Melinda could feel the tip of his relentless prick pressing down on her cunt 
flesh. 

For a moment she thought he was simply too big to get inside her. 

She thought that it was going to be like trying to get a square peg in a 
round hole. 

But she knew that nature had a way of taking care of these things. 

She had forgotten that, when aroused, her pussy flesh became amazingly 
elastic. 

She felt her inner cunt lips start to part, and she knew that the 
penetration they both wanted so desperately was not only possible, but it 
was soon to be achieved. 

In a matter of seconds her inner cunt lips had stretched grossly open and 
the bulbous glans at the end of Bernard's cock was inside. 

"FUCK ME!" Melinda screamed. She knew that the handsome man was not going to 
stop pressing downward with his hips until he had gotten his cock all the 
way inside her. 

Harold's cock was no acorn, but even he did not have the length and girth of 
Bernard's savage looking pole of manhood. 

She knew that she was about to be penetrated deeper than she had ever been 
penetrated before. 

She was going to be touched in places she had never been touched. 

The head of Bernard's cock would stroke her in places the tiny woman did not 
even know existed. 

And he was so thick that the top of his shaft was going to rub directly 
against her clit as he fucked her. 

His cock was so big that her cunt walls had to stretch taut to accept him. 

He was hurting her with his prick, but she hardly cared. 

She loved the pain. The twinges combined with the throbs and had her near 
orgasm. 

She knew that she was going to have a deep vaginal orgasm the second he got 
his prick all the way into her. 

Even though her cunt was very wet and slippery from lubrication, the 
penetration was not coming easily. 

Her pussy was being asked to hold more than it had ever been asked to hold, 
and no matter how hard Bernard pushed downward with his slim yet powerful 
hips, his cock only entered her a fraction of an inch at a time. 

But this was okay with Melinda. She wanted the moment to last forever. 

She didn't care if it took a million years for his cock to get all the way. 

For a moment Melinda wished that her hands were free. 

She wanted to run her palms over the rippling muscles in Bernard's broad 
back. 

She wanted to scratch between his shoulder blades with her long dark red 
fingernails. 

She wished that her ankles were not fastened to the poles at the foot of the 
table. 

If they had been free she would have raised up her knees on either side of 
Bernard. 

She would have lifted her feet up in the air, the toes curled under. 

She would have straightened her legs out and then wrapped them around the 
small of the back. 

She would have crossed her ankles above his kidneys so they could have been 
more like one loving entity. 

But the urge to do this faded as a little more of his throbbing, awesomely 
huge shaft made its way toward the mouth of her womb. 

She was glad that she was tied down the way she was. 

She had been correct when she said earlier that her sexual problems were all 
from the neck up. 

There was nothing wrong with the way she fucked, and there wasn't much wrong 
with the way her husband fucked her. 

Her problems were all in her attitude toward sex. 

She had not learned to be a complete sex slave, but she was learning now. 

She was learning how to serve her man. To be totally subservient to him. 

Harold would love tying her up and fucking her. But then Melinda had a 
thought that temporarily affected her concentration on the pleasure she was 
feeling. 

If Harold didn't want to fuck her in the ass because he thought of her as 
the mother of his children to be, then how was she ever going to get him to 
tie her down. 

She would have to ask Dr. Shakey about that when the session was through, if 
she remembered. 

He was the expert on male mentality. He would know how to save her marriage. 

If he knew how to create a perfect sex slave, a total slave woman, then he 
surely would know how to make a sex master out of Harold. 

Melinda closed her eyes, and she figured that her pussy was holding just 
about as much cock as it possibly could. 

But when she opened her eyes and looked between her heaving breasts she 
could see that there was a lot of cock left to enter. 

But the muscles inside her pussy were being forced to relax and give in as 
they were stretched taut by cockmeat. 

As the rest of Bernard's cock slipped into 

Melinda's tight cunt, she could feel herself opening for him, accepting him 
into her innermost cunt. 

She was indeed being stroked in places she had never been stroked before. 

She could feel the top of his cock shaft not only rubbing against her 
quivering clit, but also against the dimpled mouth of her cervix. 

This deep vaginal stimulation immediately triggered off an intense orgasm, 
making the little woman scream for joy right into Bernard's ear. 

His cock was all the way in and their bodies were once again pressed 
together. 

Once again Melinda's breasts were pressed flat and her nipples were touching 
Bernard's chest through the thick hair that grew there. 

She could feel his pubic patch touching the spot where her own pubic patch 
had once grown. 

Her grossly stretched cunt lips were wrapped tightly around the very base of 
his cock. 

She could feel his balls touching her ass cheeks as the spasms from her come 
continued violently. 

This orgasm was not like the one she had had when the doctor had eaten her 
cunt so expertly. 

That come had been centered in her clitoris, and had been slow and flowing, 
filling her whole torso. 

This climax came from deep inside her convulsing cunt. 

It was shorter and sharper, and the best thing about it was Melinda could 
tell it was just the first of many to follow. 

"I'm coming, Dr. Shakey. Oh God, it feels INCREDIBLE!" she screamed. 

Her voice was so high-pitched as she screamed that she sounded like a girl 
much younger than she really was. 

She sounded like a cheerleader, maybe fourteen, as she squeaked out her 
words of ultimate passion. 

Melinda thought that Bernard was going to start his fucking motion right 
away. 

But instead he kept his cock all the way inside her. 

He ground down with his hips, gyrating, pressing his pubic bone hard against 
hers. 

He did this for a long time, then finally began to withdraw his prick. 

He lifted his hips slowly until once again just the head of his cock was 
between her inner cunt lips. 

He paused again, and Melinda made little grunting sounds. 

She was too horny to speak, but she was begging him to plunge into her with 
the frustrated little noises she was making. 

Melinda could feel her cunt lips being stretched outward by this movement. 

She let out a deep sharp groan as Bernard eased his cock back into her. 

Her cunt had relaxed and loosened a bit and he could move around inside her 
with far greater ease. 

He plunged his entire ten inches of cock meat into her cunt with a single 
thrust of his slim hips. 

Melinda made a sound like all of the air had been knocked from her lungs. 

With that Bernard began to fuck Melinda with a slow steady motion. 

He used the entire length of his cock with each thrust. 

He would draw his cock out of her cunt very, very slowly. 

Then he would stab the whole thing back in very hard. 

Melinda began to snap off orgasms at short intervals. 

Every couple of times he thrust into her fresh explosions would fill her 
cunt with molten fire and pleasure. 

Bernard could feel her finely toned cunt muscle gently tugging at the shaft 
of his prick each time he pulled out of her. 

He could tell that the woman had an exceptional pussy. 

He couldn't believe that any man would want to seek out other women while 
this cupcake was at home masturbating. He hoped that he could fuck her for a 
long time and give her all of the pleasure that she deserved. 

But already he could feel the come swirling around in the huge wrinkled sack 
that held his aching balls. 

He could feel the little tickle at the base of his cock that told him he 
would have to concentrate on delaying his orgasm. 

He really felt as if her super talented cunt hole was trying to suck the 
come right out of his body. 

He could tell that Melinda was going to suck his balls dry with that hot 
honey pot between her open thighs. 

He steadily picked up the pace of the fuck as he went along, and Melinda 
continued to climax at an amazing pace. 

She had had more than one orgasm while fucking Harold on occasion. 

But she had never received pleasure anywhere near like the pleasure she was 
receiving at that moment. 

At first she thought that it was just the size of Bernard's prick that had 
made her so orgasmic. 

But then she realized that the size of the man's prick had little to do with 
it. 

Sure it was nice to have her cunt filled to the brim with cock meat, but 
that wasn't what was getting her off so spectacularly. 

It was Melinda's newfound attitude of subservience that made her so 
perfectly in tune with her own sexuality. 

She was tuned in with Bernard's mastery over her and she thought that she 
would never stop coming. 

Any cock would have made her come frequently if she had been tied down and 
forced to submit to its owner's will. 

Her cunt was so wet that they were making a funny little sloshing noise as 
they fucked. 

Melinda was thrusting her hips up the two inches that her bondage allowed 
each time Bernard thrust down with his. 

This was so each penetration could be as deep as was possible. 

His cock was pulling her cunt lips out and pushing them back in as he humped 
her faster and faster. 

Melinda was coming so frequently that it became increasingly difficult to 
tell when one orgasm ended and the next one began. 

"HURT ME!" she screamed, not totally conscious of what she was saying. 

But Bernard couldn't help but smile when she said this. 

He knew that she was a quick learner and the session was a complete success. 

He knew that by the time he was done with her she would be a total slave. 

She would be willing to do anything to satisfy a man's cock. 

She would be willing to submit to any pain, any punishment. 

No agony would be too great for the insatiable lust Melinda felt. 

No humiliation would be too severe for the woman. 

Melinda felt as if she were having one endless orgasm. 

The contractions and spasms never stopped within her. 

She figured she was going to come until there just wasn't another orgasm 
left in her. 

But that moment never seemed to arrive. Her lust was a bottomless pit of 
wanton desire. It would never end. 

She would continue coming as long as Bernard continued to hammer his lance 
into her drooling jelly roll. 

"ACH! ACH! ACH!" she screamed each time she exhaled. 

Bernard could feel the come in his scrotum slowly moving up into the base of 
his cock. 

He tried to concentrate on giving Melinda pleasure so he wouldn't think 
about his own urge to orgasm. 

But such techniques do not work long, especially when the woman getting 
fucked was so sexy as sweet Melinda Manning. 

He knew that all good things have to come to an end, and the same was true 
of their first ecstatic fuck. 

He picked up the pace of his fucking motion until he was working his hips up 
and down as fast as he could. 

He was a strong man and he could hump very hard and fast when his passion 
drove him the way it did at that moment. 

His hips were a blur as they pumped up and down. 

He was stabbing his throbbing prick into Melinda's cunt so hard that his 
pubic bone slapped against hers loudly. 

He gave it everything he had as he felt more come work up into the base of 
his cock preparing to shoot out at the moment of climax. 

"This is it, Mindy. I'm gonna come,' he said, spitting out the words in 
between gasps for air. 

Melinda had an especially sharp orgasm at the thought of receiving the man's 
fuck jelly. 

He plunged his cock all the way inside her and left it there. 

His eyes were closed as tightly as they could close. 

His face was very red and his back teeth were clenched together. 

He threw back his head sharply. If his eyes had been open he would have been 
looking at the ceiling of the tiny room. 

He moved his hands to the edge of the table alongside Melinda's chest. 

He gripped there so hard that his knuckles once again turned white. 

He really did look like his whole body was about to explode. 

His back arched as sharply as was humanly possible. 

He lifted his upper torso off of Melinda making it easier for her to breath. 

His back teeth came unclenched and his mouth fell gaping open. 

He let out a scream that reminded Melinda of a werewolf howling at the full 
moon. 

Bernard's whole body shook violently as the come began to spew from the piss 
hole in the center of his purple glans. 

The first gush of come filled Melinda's inner cunt and she had one last 
orgasm so that they could come together. 

Shot after shot of silver seed sprang from Bernard's dancing cock. 

Melinda tensed her cunt muscles to squeeze at his shaft. 

She wanted to get every drop out of him that she could. 

Then the fuck was over and Bernard's arms could no longer support his 
weight. 

As all of his muscles relaxed at the same time he bent at the elbows and all 
of his weight came down on Melinda. 

This made it difficult for the little girl to breathe once again, but she 
didn't care. 

She liked the feeling of closeness that it gave her. 

They were both sweaty and their salty perspiration mixed where their torsos 
touched. 

They both had tremendous afterglows and they remained perfectly still for a 
long time. 

They remained silent and listened to each other's breathing slowly returning 
to normal, along with the rate of their heartbeats. 

After a while Bernard sighed and pulled his flaccid cock out of Melinda's 
still swollen fuck hole. 

He rolled off of her then got off of the table. 

"Did you like that?" he asked her, tilting his head a little to one side. 

'like isn't the word for it. I thought I was never going to stop coming." 

"Do you feel like that when you fuck your husband, Mindy?" 

"Never. I mean I get off. But nothing like what just happened. I didn't know 
a person could come that often." 

"And why do you think you got off so severely my slave?" 

"Because I am your slave. You have tied me down. It made no difference if I 
wanted to fuck or not. Your will was in command." 

"You had no freedom of choice, is that it?" Bernard asked. 

He raised a single eyebrow into an arch as he asked the question. 

"No, I no longer want freedom of choice. I want only to serve the whims of 
man." 

"You want freedom FROM choice, don't you Mrs. Manning?" 

"Yes, I want only to serve. Only to serve cock. I know that man has the 
superior will and I will receive the most pleasure if I live only to please 
cock with my cunt." 

Bernard nodded and turned up one corner of his mouth into a smile. 

"You have learned the first part of your lesson very well, Mrs. Manning," 
Dr. Shakey said referring to her once again in the formal way. "But your 
sincerity will be put to the test before your initial session here at the 
clinic is over." 

"How will you put me to the test, Dr. Shakey?' Melinda asked. 

Her voice sounded deep and relaxed at that point. A little sleepy. 

She could still feel her intense afterglow filling her loins and her thighs. 

"Tell me, Mrs. Manning, has your Harold ever fucked you in the ass?" 

"No, I've asked him to, but he says that only whores do that." 

"I see. How big is your husbands cock. This is all quite confidential of 
course," Bernard said standing with his legs slightly more than 
shoulder-width apart. "He's pretty big, I guess. Penis size isn't one of 
those things that I know a great deal about. The only erect penises I've 
ever seen are yours and his. He's not as big as you." 

"That is nothing to worry your pretty little head over. Few men are. How 
long would you say he is in inches?" 

"Seven, maybe eight inches long. I guess. I never measured him. It didn't 
seem that important." 

"When fucking a cunt it isn't that important. Thickness is more important 
than length since you are most sensitive at the mouth of your vagina rather 
than deep inside." 

"I've noticed that," Melinda said, thinking it was strange to have such a 
conversation while tied spread eagle on her back. 

"But when it comes to ass fucking it makes a great deal of difference. You 
wanted him to fuck your ass, correct?' 

"Correct. But he told me he thought it was dirty and slapped me." 

"I see. Were you aware that it would hurt if he fucked you in the ass-hole." 

"Oh yes, but my ass-hole always tingles when I think about getting fucked 
there. It would seem as if the pain would be worth it. I get an ache up 
inside my bowels that I know can only be satisfied by a cock." 

"There will be a great deal of pain when I fuck you in the ass, you know 
that don't you, my pretty little slave?" 

"Yes, I know," Melinda said meekly. Her ass-hole was tingling like crazy and 
the ache in her bowels that she had just mentioned was worse than she could 
ever remember it being before. 

"You see your pussy is designed to take a cock. It lubricates itself and it 
tends to stretch to fit the size of the penis involved. But your ass-hole is 
designed to push things out rather than to let things in. It stays dry and 
the stretching of the sphincter can be very painful indeed. Are you sure you 
want to get fucked in the ass?' 

"Oh yes! I need to get fucked in the ass. I don't care how much pain there 
is. I need to have all of my holes penetrated by cock." 

"That's good. I hope you are being sincere, young woman. You are going to 
get fucked in the ass whether you like it or not, because you are now my 
slave, and you will soon be slave to your husband, your rightful place in 
the world. I will use no vaseline when I fuck you in the butt. I will go in 
dry as a bone. You will bleed and you will feel pain unlike any you have 
ever known. And you will love it. You will love the agony." 

"I know I will Dr. Shakey. I just know I'm going to love getting fucked in 
my ass. I feel as if I'm going to lose my virginity all over again." 

"I want you to relax as I untie you, Mrs. Manning. There is no point in 
struggling or trying to get away. Any sign I see of resistance will be 
punished rapidly and severely. I am a lot bigger than you. A struggle would 
be foolish, don't you agree? And if you have any thoughts of making a run 
for it I should tell you that the door has been locked. It can only be 
opened with a key I have hidden. Your best bet is to be calm and do as you 
are told." 

"I won't struggle, Dr. Shakey. I really do want to be a sex slave. I'll do 
anything to prove that to you." 

"Good," Bernard said. He untied the ropes that held her wrists and then 
massaged her hands sensuously to get the blood flowing back in them. 

Melinda sighed as she felt the feeling returning to her fingertips. 

Dr. Shakey then walked to the foot of the examination table and untied her 
ankles. 

He massaged her feet and her chubby little toes in the same manner. 

"Are you going to tie me up again to fuck me in the ass?" Melinda asked. 

"No, that won't be necessary. I believe you are sincere about wanting to be 
a slave. For now the bondage will not be needed. If I deem it necessary it 
will be applied swiftly and without warning." 

"I see," Melinda said. She found it difficult to look into the man's eyes. 

Somehow it seemed more appropriate to keep her head bowed. 

Keeping her head bowed seemed to the beautiful girl what a total slave woman 
was suppose to do. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Melinda rolled over on her belly and folded her arms under her cheek. 

She parted her thighs without even thinking about it and sighed when she 
felt Bernard's big hands on her back. 

He massaged the muscles in the back of her neck and her shoulders. 

He ran his fingers gently up and down her spine, stopping at the top of the 
crack of her ass. 

Melinda could feel the tingling in her anus growing rapidly as she moaned. 

The massage felt wonderful and she could feel her body relaxing. 

She knew that she would have to relax as much as possible if Bernard's cock 
was ever going to fit in her ass-hole. 

Even relaxed there would be a great deal of pain involved. 

Bernard pressed on the little bumps in her spine, and she could feel tiny 
rushes of anxiety flowing out of her torso each time he pressed. 

"These are your synapses," Bernard whispered. "They hold tension. When they 
are pressed they release the tension." 

"Yes, I can feel it. You are a good sex master to take the time to do that," 
Melinda said sweetly. 

She sounded like a perfect little lady when she spoke. 

From listening to her voice one could imagine her sitting in church wearing 
white gloves and too much perfume. 

Bernard worked his way all the way down to the tip of her spine. 

By the time he had pressed all the bumps in her backbone, Melinda felt so 
relaxed she could have drifted off into a dream world very easily. 

But Bernard wasn't about to let her fall asleep at that point. 

He ran his hands over her creamy buttocks very gently as he moved so that he 
was standing at the foot of the examination table. 

He then pressed his fingers into the soft, supple ass flesh. 

He began to knead at her ass flesh with his long, strong fingers. 

He worked the flesh as if he were preparing dough to be baked into loaves. 

He pulled her ass cheeks apart a little and looked in the crack. 

He could see her ass-hole resting only an inch from the base of her pussy. 

He rubbed the ass cheeks together for a moment and then pulled them apart 
once again as far as he could. 

He separated her ass cheeks so far that the skin in the crack was stretched 
tight. 

The skin in there was threatening to tear, and Melinda made small whimpering 
noises in the back of her throat at the pain this caused her. 

Bernard leaned over the table and began to kiss at her ass cheeks. 

He stopped at several places and sucked flesh into his mouth. 

He bit her ass repeatedly, biting so hard that he left teeth marks behind. 

Melinda squealed and squirmed with the combination of pleasure and pain this 
action caused her. 

Bernard separated her buttocks and placed the tip of his tongue at the very 
top of the crack. 

He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth as he moved down closer to 
her ass-hole. 

He could see her anus. It was pink and cute, and he liked the way it looked. 

He could see her sphincter contracting and relaxing with tiny spasms. 

By the time he got his tongue on her rectum Melinda's ass-hole was on fire 
and she moaned deeply. 

She had never felt a tongue on her ass-hole before and she couldn't believe 
how good it felt. 

Bernard ran his tongue in a circle all around the outside of that pink 
asterisk. 

He then used the flat part of his tongue to lick across the hole, making it 
open and close more violently. 

"I can't stand it. I need it! I need your cock up my ass-hole. I want to 
feel that big cock of yours all the way up into my bowels," Melinda cried 
out. 

"Then you shall have it, my beautiful slave," he said and climbed up on the 
table so he was laying on top of Melinda's back. 

The thought of taking the beautiful woman up the ass made Bernard's balls 
ache once again. 

One would have never known that it had only been a few minutes since the man 
had come inside the woman's pussy. 

He could feel the blood pumping down his body back into his cock. 

His prick was throbbing and it got a little bigger each time it throbbed. 

In a matter of seconds his cock was as hard as a rock again. 

He was fully engorged with blood, and his glans was just as hard and purple 
as it was before he had spilled his silver seed moments before. 

Melinda could feel his cock growing tall and strong. 

It was pinned against his belly and abdomen. It rested in the crack of her 
ass. 

Bernard lifted up Melinda's hair and kissed lightly at the nape of her neck. 

His kisses were so gentle that Melinda could feel the tiny hairs that grew 
there standing up on end. 

Bernard lifted up his hips and reached back to part her ass cheeks once 
again. 

He moved his hips so that his cock was at the proper angle for sodomy. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass. 

Melinda found that the muscles in her legs were becoming tense even though 
she didn't want them to. 

But it was expectation rather than fear that made her tense. She needed it 
bad. 

He ran the tip of his cock up and down the crack a couple of times and then 
stopped with the tip of his pole right on her anus. 

The head of his cock felt humongous, and Melinda was fully aware of how far 
her sphincter would have to stretch open for his rod to get inside. 

The man let go of her ass cheeks and they closed around the shaft of his 
cock. 

He began to press down with his hips and Melinda could feel incredible 
pressure on her tender ass-hole. 

She wanted to open up and let him in but her sphincter seemed to stay the 
same size. 

She began to feel pain and frustration as the pressure on her hole got more 
intense but she failed to stretch open for him. 

She knew that what they were trying to do was difficult. 

Nothing had ever been stuck up Melinda's ass-hole before. 

But then, just when she was about to give up hope, she could feel her 
sphincter start to stretch open, and she knew that they were on their way to 
complete penetration. 

Her ass-hole opened until it was grossly large. 

It was being asked to open further than it ever had before. 

Melinda had never even had a turd in there as big as Bernard's cock. 

She knew she hadn't. She would have remembered something like that. 

Then there was an incredibly sharp pain in her ass-hole. 

She felt something break, and she heard herself scream in agony. 

Her ass muscle had torn and given way. The head of Bernard's cock slipped 
inside. 

Melinda could feel something warm and sticking dripping from that hole. 

It dripped slowly down into the base of her swollen pussy. 

She realized that that was her own blood she was feeling. 

The sphincter had torn open. It was now loose, and there was nothing left to 
stop Bernard from thrusting his cock the rest of the way up her sweet butt. 

Melinda could feel her body becoming covered with an icy sweat. 

That sweat had a bitter odor to it that seemed to represent her pain. 

But just as the agony became horrible, Melinda could feel the yearning deep 
inside her bowels growing in leaps and bounds. 

She realized, to her delight, that the agony really was going to lead to 
ecstasy. 

Those were not just words, theories. They were real. 

The worse the pain got, the better the pleasure was going to get. 

She could tell that Dr. Shakey was going to make her come by fucking her in 
the ass-hole. 

But it was not going to be a come like the one she had had when he licked 
her clit. 

And it was not going to be a come like the many she had had when he fucked 
her pussy. 

It was going to be an ass come, something that Melinda didn't even know 
existed. 

She could feel the tip of Bernard's prick working deeper inside her bowels, 
and though there was pain, it was a sweet pain. 

She wanted him to pierce her, penetrate her, violate her. 

She wanted him to find her very core with the throbbing head of his cock. 

She wanted him to find her deepest darkest, smelliest core! 

Bernard's face was a picture of determination as he pressed forward hard 
with his slim yet powerful hips. 

Melinda was making the strangest noises, noises that she had never heard 
herself making before. 

They were cries of pain, but they each turned into moans at the end. 

Her combination of pleasure and pain was described perfectly by the throaty 
sounds the little girl was making. 

"How does it feel, Mindy? How does it feel to have my cock all the way up 
your ass-hole?" Bernard said. 

His voice sounded funny and far away because of the tenseness of his throat 
muscles altering his voice box. 

Bernard kept pushing until his cock was all the way inside her ass-hole. 

Her torn sphincter muscle was wrapped around the very base of his cock. 

He could feel his testicles against the base of pussy. 

Her nipples were pressed hard against the examination table beneath her. 

She could feel his pubic patch pressed against the top of the crack of her 
ass. 

Her bowels felt tremendously filled and stretched, and the orgasm started. 

Bernard sensed that the woman beneath him was experiencing internal 
explosions. 

He ground his hips downward, trying to get his cock even deeper inside her. 

As Melinda's bowels began to convulse she jerked at Bernard's cock. 

Her bowels were hot and tight, and the man loved the way his cock felt in 
there. 

Melinda's screams became those of pure joy as the pleasure made her back 
arch, pressing upward against Bernard's body. 

Since he had had one orgasm already, Bernard new that he would be able to 
fuck that ass-hole for a very long time before he would have to worry about 
spilling his own seed inside her ass-hole. 

He slowly pulled his cock out until only his thick purple glans remained 
inside the woman's torn sphincter. 

He paused for a moment and moved his hands to the sides of Melinda's big 
tits. 

He slid his fingers very slowly down her sides until he was gripping her in 
the so flesh below her rib cage. 

He dug his fingers into her tender flesh as hard as he could. 

His knuckles were white and the muscles in his arms were tense. 

This hurt Melinda a great deal, but she loved the new pain. 

She loved the idea of being dominated by a man so completely. 

Bernard eased his cock all the way back into her ass. 

Melinda made a grunting noise as if all of the air had been forced out of 
her lungs by that penetration. 

Bernard glanced up at the corners of the tiny room, up near the ceiling. 

He could see the little red lights up there and he smiled. 

He knew that all of the machinery was operating properly. 

This was another woman for whom he would not have to worry. 

Melinda, even if she wanted to, would not run to the cops after she was 
through with her training session at the clinic. 

When she heard about the photographs that were being taken she wouldn't be 
in a hurry to tell anyone what had happened. 

He would have laughed, but he did not want to disturb the woman while she 
was concentrating on the massive combination of pleasure and pain she was 
feeling in her ass at that moment. 

Bernard began to ease his cock in and out of Melinda's ass with a smooth 
steady motion. 

He could feel her sphincter being pulled out and pushed back in by the 
motion of his fucking cock. 

Bernard could tell that he had broken many blood vessels up inside the 
woman's tight hot bowels. 

There was fresh blood coming from her nether eye as he steadily picked up 
the pace of the ass fuck as he went along. 

Melinda's face was red and sweaty and she was still resting her cheek on her 
forearm. 

Her arms were crossed under her head, looking oddly as if she were trying to 
take a nap on the examination table. 

But the sensations she was feeling in her hips became too intense for her to 
stay in that position for very long. 

"I can't stand it! I can't stand it. It's too much. IT'S TOO MUCH!" Melinda 
called out in a high pitch wail, that altered as it rose into the sound of a 
blues guitar through a smoke-filled room. 

' Do you want me to stop, Mindy? Do you want me to stop fucking your hot 
ass? Your hot fantastic ass!" 

'No, don't stop. Please don't stop. Hurt me more. Fuck me as hard and as 
fast as you can. Tear my inner bowels apart with your cock!" 

"It wouldn't have made any difference my sweet slave," Bernard said, moving 
his mouth so it was very close to Melinda's shell-like ear. Her head was 
thrust back and her lips were drawn back in a grimace of pain and exertion. 

Melinda's back was arched and Bernard could feel the soft muscles in her 
back becoming rock hard against his chest as she strained. 

He took her cue and sharply picked up the pace of the fuck. 

He would draw his cock out of her ass steadily and smoothly, giving Melinda 
only momentary relief from the intense sensation. 

Then he would stab all ten inches of thick cock meat back into her bleeding 
ass-hole as hard as he could. 

He would make an angry grunting noise as he fucked her ass. 

His body became a lather of sweat as he thrust so hard he used every muscle 
in his body to it. 

"Take it, bitch!" he said, and his voice had changed. It had lost so much of 
its formality that Melinda barely recognized it. 

He had turned into a beast. There would be no thought of politeness in 
Bernard's speech. 

"Take my sword all the way up your ass! Take it! TAKE IT BITCH!" 

Melinda could tell she was going to come again. She could feel her bowels 
about to convulse into blissful spasms of awesome pleasure. 

"Your getting all bloody down there. I'm going to have to clean up the table 
after you go, worthless bitch. You know what you are? You're just a hole for 
my pole. You're just a hot piece for me to spill my come into!" 

Melinda came so wrenchingly at that moment that she feet herself become very 
dizzy. 

In spite of the fact that her eyes were closed as tightly as she close them, 
she was seeing flashes of bright color. The euphoria wave that racked her 
brain was mind-boggling in its potency. 

Time was so slowed by the intenseness of her ecstasy that each moment seemed 
like an eternity to the beautiful woman. 

But Bernard did not stop fucking. He felt in complete control of his body. 

He was coming around the home stretch and he still had his kick for the wire 
firmly in his reserve. 

He was an oiled animal, slick from his own musky sweat. 

He pumped that ass and he split those bowels repeatedly with his humongous 
horn. 

He fucked her so hard that he was struggling for breath near the end. 

Yet his hips became a blur with speed and once again Melinda found that she 
was unable to stop her orgasm. 

Her body writhed about beneath him as if she were choking to death and 
feared her own impending death. 

Spit flowed freely from Melinda's lower lips and the sounds of her orgasms 
were mellower and filled with helplessness. 

But then Bernard felt the come beginning to stir within his scrotum. 

The old familiar tickle at the base of his cock told him the end was near. 

He thrust his cock all the way into her ass, feeling his head touching flesh 
that was so deep it was sticky and filled with mucous. 

He left his cock in and lifted up Melinda's upper body so that her back was 
arched as sharply as it could go. 

He moved his hands to her breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could. 

Melinda would notice bruise marks on her tits the next day, but at the time 
it felt wonderful and she had one last wrenching orgasm so the two of them 
could share a common moment of bliss. 

She wanted them to become one being sharing a single pleasure. 

Bernard spewed his hot sticky come into her ass-hole. 

His scream of joy made Melinda's inner ear ring loudly. 

She screamed her own scream of ecstasy to join his. 

They sang a duet, an avant-garde opera, in homage to the union of all of 
their senses. 

They fell onto the table in a heap, heaving to catch long forgotten oxygen 
in plentiful amounts. 

Bernard pulled his semi-erect cock from her ass-hole. 

Melinda expected him to return to his former self after his passion was 
gone. 

He had turned into a brutal animal, one without conscience. 

He had no concept of right or wrong as he tore her anus open. 

Melinda was unable to move. She lay groaning peacefully, occasionally 
wincing as a throb of pain would fill her bowels. 

Her ass-hole was still bleeding, but the flow was slowing. 

Her cunt and inner thighs were smeared with her blood. 

Bernard swung his legs over the side of the examination table. 

He looked down and could see the thick ring of dried blood at the base of 
his cock. 

"Melinda, I want you to get off the table and come over here and kneel 
before me," Bernard said. He sounded insane. The power of the situation had 
taken hold of his mind. 

Melinda tried to get up but found that her muscles were too weak and she 
collapsed back in a heap on the table. 

"NOW!" Bernard screamed. He reached back and grabbed a handful of her thick 
hair. 

He pulled her right off the table onto the floor where she lay starting to 
weep. 

"Get up on your knees, bitch. I said move that hot ass over here. Before 
your training session is over you must be violated by the power of my cock 
in all three of your holes!" 

Melinda regained a bit of lucidity and understood what he meant. 

She was going to have to suck his big cock, exhausted as she was. 

She struggled to get up on her knees. Her eyes looked puffy, wet, and the 
lids looked heavy as if it were a great deal of trouble to keep them aloft. 

Yet her lips were puffy, sensuous, and Bernard knew that she was trying to 
gather all of her energy because she wanted to suck his cock so badly. 

She stumbled forward at the last second and her forehead fell against 
Bernard's firm stomach. 

He quickly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back so she was 
forced to gaze in his eyes. 

"Look, bitch. I want you to lick all of that disgusting blood from my cock 
right here and now. I want you to lick me clean of the scum from your 
bowels, do you understand, slave?" 

Melinda nodded quickly and her dark eyes were wanton with desire. 

"And then you are going to lick my balls and my ass-hole. You are going to 
get me hard and then you are going to take my whole cock deep into your 
tight throat!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Kiss my thighs, my delicious little slave," Bernard said, placing his palms 
gently on top of Melinda's head. 

He ran his long, thick, strong fingers through her hair until the fleshy 
part of his fingertips were pressed against her scalp. 

He ran his fingers down to the back of her skull and held her firmly, 
parting his legs as he did so. 

Melinda puckered those full lips and began to kiss the firm flesh on the 
insides of Bernard's muscular thighs. 

Her lips were moistened by her tongue, and the kisses were sweet and damp on 
his hairy, sensitive skin. 

She kissed her way slowly towards his crotch, placing her fingers on his 
knees lightly as she made her way. 

Already she could smell the heavy odor of sex all over Bernard Shakey's 
formidable cock and balls. 

He got up off the table completely and stood with his knees slightly bent, 
his long legs far apart. 

He arched his back and threw back his shoulders, making his broad chest 
throw out in a most manly way. 

He looked down at the top of Melinda's head with an expressionof complete 
dominance on his handsome rugged face. 

Finally Melinda got to the side of Bernard's dangling scrotum and she stuck 
her tongue out as far as it would go. 

She placed the tip of her tongue on his balls and was thrilled when she 
heard the man gasp for pleasure. 

She began to wiggle the tip of her tongue around and she could feel the 
muscles in Bernard's thighs get tense from anticipation. 

He let out a little moan that made the hairs on the back of Melinda's neck 
stand up on end. 

"That's it baby," Bernard said, in a low tone that was mellower than his 
previously angry self. 

Melinda placed her fingertips on the base of Bernard's scrotum. 

She slowly lifted his balls up so that she would be able to get her tongue 
up and under his testicles. 

She could feel how full his scrotum sack felt. Even though he had already 
had too orgasms his scrotum felt as if it were filled to the rim with hot 
sticky come. 

She bobbed that sack up and down for a moment with her fingertips. 

She liked the way his balls felt when they were wiggling around inside the 
sack, swimming in a sea of come. 

She looked as if she were trying to figure out in her mind how much 
Bernard's humongous testicles weighed. 

Melinda lowered her head a little more and turned her face so that she could 
lick the very base of his balls. 

At the same time she wiggled the fingertips that rested on that sack to 
double the man's pleasure. 

For a while Melinda forgot about the pain that was still very much present 
in her crusty ass-hole. 

She concentrated her attention solely on the pleasure she was giving 
Bernard's balls with her fingers and tongue. 

Melinda flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth on the patch of skin 
between Bernard's balls and his ass-hole. 

He moaned more deeply and Melinda could feel his grip getting firmer at the 
back of her skull. 

Her cheek held the sack that held his balls aloft so she moved her fingers 
on both hands to the cheeks of Bernard's ass. 

She worked her fingers slowly and gracefully toward the crack of her ass, 
seeing how gently she could touch him. 

He could feel her nails getting very close to his throbbing ass-hole where 
they stopped and did not move for a moment. Then Melinda gently parted his 
buttocks with her fingertips. 

She did it very slowly and gingerly, as if she were afraid of being too 
abrupt and taking a risk of angering her sex master. 

She could feel that his ass-hole was covered with hair, but this did not 
stop her hot, thick, sensuous tongue. 

Her tongue was very curious and the tip slowly crawled over the hot skin 
toward its target in between the cheeks. 

She got her tongue right on his ass-hole and began to wiggle it around. 

She could feel his sphincter contracting each time : she tongued it with the 
tip of her hot wet tongue. 

She ran the tip of her tongue in a circle all around the ring of muscle that 
surrounded the man's tight rectum. 

"Yes, yes, yes," Bernard said breathlessly. "Lick it. Lick my ass-hole with 
that hot tongue of yours." 

Melinda began to lap at his butt hole hungrily, using the flat part of her 
tongue. 

She didn't care about the little ass hairs that she was getting in her mouth 
by licking him in this manner. 

She found that she loved the flavor of Bernard's ass-hole. 

She licked him until all of the flavor was gone from that orifice. 

She then pulled her tongue away from his ass-hole and once again flicked her 
tongue lightly on the patch of skin between his ass and balls. 

She licked at the base of his balls, and then licked at the entire full sack 
with the flat part of her tongue. 

There were little hairs growing right out of his scrotum. 

She got one of those hairs between a thumb and forefinger. 

She held her fingers at an odd angle so her fingernails would not get in the 
way. 

She gave that hair a tiny tug, and Bernard was amazed at her skills at 
giving him pleasure. 

She had a way of making the tiniest sensation very intense just by her 
timing and her sense of sensuality. 

"That's it baby. Now lick my cock. I want you to lick my cock very, very 
slowly," Bernard said in a deep throaty voice. 

He could feel the blood pumping downward in his body at that moment. 

His cock was throbbing and growing larger with each throb. 

The color of the glans was darkening and becoming more purple. 

Melinda placed her fingertips lightly on the base of his cock. 

She pushed the shaft upward and felt the flesh becoming firmer even as she 
moved it. 

She pushed that rod upward until it was pressed on his flat stomach. 

It was pointing straight up toward his face, and quickly became as hard as a 
rock. 

As the base of his prick swelled, some of the blood that had been crusted 
there cracked and flaked off. 

The tip of his cock rested well above his belly button, and Melinda could 
tell for sure that she wouldn't have been able to get her tiny fingers all 
the way around the shaft if she had been asked to give him a hand-job. 

Once again Melinda stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. 

She concentrated on making the tip as sharp as possible. 

She placed the tip at the very base of the shaft, where it was connected to 
the sack that held his balls. 

His balls were all wet and shiny from the hot spittle Melinda had spilled on 
them when she was giving them love and affection. 

She looked at the shaft of Bernard's prick and she could see that it was 
lined with dilated, protruding blue veins. 

Those veins ran in crooked patterns the entire length of his cock. 

The veins reminded the beautiful woman of a road map. 

She decided to use the veins as a roadmap to determine her tongue's route. 

She was going to go on a ten-inch journey, with her tongue, all the way to 
the tip of Bernard's cock. 

She knew that the underside of his cock was the most sensitive. 

She was very gentle and flicked her tongue back and forth as she moved her 
whole head upward. 

She discovered that Bernard was most sensitive on the fleshy patch just 
below the head of his cock. 

She paid a lot of attention to the spot at the base of the glans where it 
splits. 

She then ran her tongue up over the head and used the very tip of her tongue 
to fondle the piss hole in the center of that crown. 

She allowed his cock to lower just enough so he could roll her tongue 
thickly over the silky smooth skin that was stretched taut over the head of 
Bernard Shakey's throbbing pole of manhood. 

She licked at his glans until it too was wet and shiny from the saliva that 
Melinda spilled upon it. 

Melinda's saliva gland was working overtime and she had to concentrate on 
swallowing frequently so she wouldn't drool any more than was necessary. 

She then returned to the base of his cock and licked a bit harder. 

His whole cock was rich with the taste of blood and the scum and he had 
picked up from deep inside Melinda's bowels. 

She quickly learned that she loved the taste. It was the taste of sex. 

She hungrily went about the project of licking his cock meat clean of that 
caked blood and ass scum. 

She worked hardest at the base of his prick where it was caked on the 
thickest. 

She then licked at the underside of his shaft with the flat part of her 
tongue. 

She allowed his cock to stick out straight from his hips at its natural 
slightly upward angle. 

The angle that his cock rested in naturally reminded Melinda of 
anti-aircraft guns mounted on the side of a war ship. 

She then licked the scum from the top of his cock. 

His penis was now as clean as a whistle and Bernard smiled. 

"That was very good, my slave. Now you must suck me. I want you to suck me 
until I come once again. And when I come I want you to drink down my semen 
as if it were a fine imported wine. Do you understand what your master says, 
my beautiful petite slave?" 

Melinda drew her head back and looked at Bernard's erect member. 

She looked at the head in particular. She was in awe of it. 

She hoped that that purple glans would fit inside her mouth. 

She knew that, at best, it was going to be a very tight fit. 

She knew that the corners of her mouth were going to be pinned back. 

She opened her mouth as far as she could and began to move her face forward. 

Her mouth was so far open it looked like she was in the dentist's chair. 

She stuck out her tongue a little bit so it would touch his piss hole just 
before her lips made contact. 

She knew that Bernard's cock was a lot thicker than Harold's. 

She would have to be careful to keep her lips curled over her teeth. 

She didn't want to take the slightest risk of scratching him with her teeth. 

Not only did the idea of hurting him offend her, but she knew that the 
punishment would be severe for something like that. 

She managed to get the whole head of his cock inside her mouth. 

She had to concentrate on breathing deeply through her nose. 

Her nostrils flared as she sucked air in through them. 

She sucked hard on the purple throbbing head of Bernard's cock. 

She rolled her tongue over the tip gracefully as she sucked. 

"That's it baby. Now take it deeper," Bernard said, spitting out the words 
in between gasps for breath. 

His fingers moved to the back of her neck slowly. 

He dug his fingers into the tense muscles back there. 

He dug his fingers in so deeply that he was hurting the little girl. 

Melinda knelt with her knees far apart She was sitting on the backs of her 
calves, using the muscles in the backs of her legs to keep her buttocks 
parted. 

Her ass-hole had stopped bleeding and it felt better when some air could get 
at it. 

Bernard began to pull at Melinda's head, pushing slowly forward with his 
hips. 

Melinda had sucked Harold's cock many times, but she had usually just sucked 
on the glans. The only time she ever had her husband's whole cock in her 
mouth was when he was flaccid. 

Melinda could tell that Bernard Shakey was not going to stop pushing forward 
with his hips until all ten inches of his incredible lance of masculinity 
was plunged deep into Melinda's sensitive throat. 

As Melinda moved her head steadily forward, not entirely under her own will 
she cupped her right palm under his scrotum. 

The beautiful woman opened her fingers as far as she could. 

But she found she couldn't hold the entire sack at the same time. 

No matter how much she stretched her hand some of that sack spilled over the 
sides of her tiny fingers. 

Melinda could not hide her nervousness and her fear. 

She could feel her palms getting all sweaty and clammy. 

Beads of cold sweat formed in a straight line across her brow. 

A single drop of sweat formed under her armpit and ran slowly down her side. 

That bead of sweat tickled a little but Melinda paid it little mind. 

The thought of having the huge man stab his cock down her throat terrified 
the beautiful kneeling woman. 

She knew that she would have to gag the second the tip of his cock entered 
her throat. 

It was just too thick for her to take without suffering a great deal of 
pain. 

But she knew that she had to prove herself as a lover to him. 

If it was humanly possible for her to get his cock all the way inside her 
throat she was going to do her best to accomplish that feat. 

She knew that there were several things she would have to do if she were 
going to manage his rod. 

She would have to meditate on her own breathing. Smooth and steady and 
through her flaring nostrils. 

She would have to concentrate on relaxing her throat muscles as much as 
possible. 

She knew that gagging was psychological. Through brain control she vowed to 
stop those spasms from thwarting her yearning for complete penetration. 

"Take it. Take it all the way into your throat," Bernard said and his voice 
was strained from his passion. 

Melinda Manning could feel the tip enter her throat. 

She had a painful urge to allow her muscles to convulse. 

Tears welled up in her already swollen big brown eyes. 

Those tears overflowed, and soon dripped onto her high cheekbones. 

She felt as if she were being stabbed in the throat with a hot knife. 

But Bernard continued to pull on the back of Melinda's head. 

He continued to move slowly forward with his taut hips. 

The cock continued to sink deeper into the flesh. 

Melinda straightened her neck so the violation would come easier. 

And she knew her plan had worked. 

She was not going to gag. She was going to take the whole cock in her 
throat. 

She knew there would be pain. OH, yes! There would be agony! 

She knew it would take all of her concentration, but it would be worth it. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Melinda couldn't believe how much it hurt when he jerked the last couple of 
inches into her gaping open mouth. 

She let out a huge puff of air through her flared nostrils and Bernard could 
feel that hair in the thick pubic patch that grew above his shaft. 

Melinda's nose was buried in his pubic hair, which made it even more 
difficult for the little girl to breathe. 

Her throat was on fire with pain and her puffy lips were wrapped tightly 
around the base of his cock. 

She could feel his erect member throbbing inside her. 

Melinda's throat went into little spasms that were just short of gagging. 

But to Bernard those spasms felt like her tight throat was coming. 

He let out a deep moan of pleasure and tightened his grip on the back and 
sides of Melinda's head. 

He was not going to allow her to move her head at all. 

He was going to hold her motionless with his firm grip. 

"I am now going to give you a savage face fuck!" Bernard screamed. 

He drew back his hips until once again only his glans remained inside 
Melinda's forced open mouth. 

He then rammed the whole ten inches back in, and molten fire agony filled 
Melinda's neck and shoulders. 

More tears fell from her eyes with the awful pain. 

But Melinda knew deep inside that the pain was worth it. 

She was deriving mental pleasure that her nerves couldn't pick up. 

She knew that she was truly proving herself as a sexual animal. 

She felt her whole body was sexual. She was a complete woman. 

She was the total slave woman at that point, and she loved thinking about 
that. 

It made her blush with pride that she had been trained so well so quickly. 

The little spasms inside Melinda's throat felt so good on the shaft of 
Bernard's raging penis that he thought he was going to die. 

He realized right away that he wasn't going to be able to fuck her pretty 
face as long as he had originally thought. 

He could tell that she was going to suck the last few drops of come right 
out of her balls sack. 

He worked his cock in and out of her throat smoothly and steadily for only a 
very short period of time. 

His passion was growing in leaps and bounds at that point. 

He could feel the come swirling around in his scrotum. 

He quickly picked up the pace of the face fuck until it was savage. 

He grabbed handfuls of her hair and tugged them very hard. 

Melinda thought he was going to tear those hairs out by their tender roots. 

But, even though the scalp gave a great deal, he stopped pulling just short 
of tearing out huge clumps. 

"SUCK ME! SUCK ME!" Bernard screamed at the top of his lungs. 

Then a magic thing happened within Melinda's body. 

She felt the pain in her throat slowly fading away. 

It was being replaced by a burning desire, a need to be violated. 

She found that she could take his cock in her throat with an amazing minimum 
of discomfort, and a surprising maximum of pleasure. 

He was pumping her face furiously. The fronts of his thighs were striking 
her face with hard blows. 

There was an ugly slapping sound each time he thrust his hips forward. 

He hit her nose a couple of times with his humping pubic bone, and this made 
it even more difficult for the little girl to breathe. 

But he could tell he was going to come at any second. 

Melinda could tell too. All of his muscles were taut. 

His breathing was very rapid and he was starting to make those low grunting 
noises that would soon grow into a werewolf howl. 

"FEEL YOUR FACE GET FUCKED! FEEL YOUR FACE GET FUCKED BY THE POWER OF MY 
AWESOME MANHOOD!" 

Bernard was once again a complete animal. He was a jungle beast, slick and 
powerful. 

He didn't give a shit one way or the other if he hurt her. 

He felt nothing other than his own pleasure at that moment. 

But he wanted his beautiful slave to taste his come. 

He pulled her hair back so that her lips were wrapped around the base of his 
glans. 

His whole body shuddered with the power of his awesome orgasm. 

Melinda figured there wouldn't be very much semen for her to swallow. 

He had come two times already that afternoon. She figured he had to be close 
to empty down there between his thighs. 

But she had to admit to herself that his balls felt full. 

She still had her palm cupped under his dangling scrotum. 

She had been giving that sack sharp squeezes throughout the course of the 
savage face fuck. 

Melinda couldn't have been more wrong about there being only a little semen 
juice. 

She really was sucking his balls dry this time, and the first gush of come 
filled her mouth completely. 

She struggled to swallow it all down, puffing her cheeks way out to hold as 
much come as possible. 

But there was just too much and she couldn't swallow it all. 

Some of the thick semen dripped over Melinda's pouting lower lip. 

It ran thickly onto her chin where it swung back and forth before a drop 
fell onto the examination room floor between Bernard's feet and Melinda's 
parted knees. 

But she managed to swallow most of that first come shot down. 

She quickly realized that she loved the flavor of the doctor's come. 

It was hot and reminded her of the ocean when the tide was out. 

She had only been to the ocean once, when she was fifteen, but she 
remembered the smell vividly. 

His come was thick, salty, and a little bitter. It was hotter than Melinda 
had imagined it would be. 

The second spurt of come was not as plentiful and Melinda had no trouble 
drinking it down completely. 

The best thing about the wads of hot fuck cream was that they soothed 
Melinda's burning throat tissue. 

Her throat had been burning horribly just before Bernard blew his load, but 
the come was making that burning go away. 

It was as if the big man's silver seed were actually a medicine, designed 
especially to relieve sore throat. 

She figured anyone who was smart enough to bottle Bernard's come and sell in 
in the drug store as a cough medicine would surely make a lot of money. 

Then Melinda decided that perhaps that wasn't a very good idea. 

There were some things that were just meant to be swallowed hot. 

She figured that even Bernard's come wouldn't taste very good cold, and it 
would probably lose a lot of its medicinal effect. 

She swallowed the rest of his come and slowly pulled the head of his cock 
out of her mouth. 

His cock had begun to get flaccid but the head was still mostly engorged. 

It felt great for Melinda to close her jaw. Her jaw had become a little 
stiff from having mouth so far open for so long. 

She parted her lips just far enough to stick out her tongue. 

She could see that there was a tiny bead of come still at the tip of 
Bernard's cock, hanging from the piss hole. 

The tip of his cock wanted to point downward but Melinda held the dwindling 
shaft aloft with her fingertips. 

She ricked away that bead of come with a single swipe of her tongue. 

She could see that there was some come along the side of his cock also. 

The come there looked watery and it had a couple of bubbles in it. 

She used the flat part of her tongue to lick that clean also. 

She then remembered the come that had spilled over her bottom lip onto her 
chin. 

She used a broad sweep of her tongue to lick this away. 

Then all of the come was warm in her belly where it belonged. 

"You may stand up now, my beautiful slave," Bernard said. 

His voice had mellowed and he sounded more like his old self. 

Melinda's muscles were very cramped, and she winced as she slowly rose to 
her feet. 

She felt like a little old lady as she straightened her knees. 

She felt as if all of her joints needed to be oiled at that moment. 

"Now I told you I would explain something to you," he said. "You wondered 
why you would not want to run to the police when you got out of here.' 

"Oh I wouldn't run to the police, sex master. I want to come back to you 
again and again so I can learn more about becoming a sex slave." 

"How do I know that I can trust you. How do I know that the pain in your 
ass-hole won't keep you awake tonight and piss you off." 

"I know it won't, master, I just know it won't. If the pain in my ass-hole 
does keep me up it will only bring fond memories of the pleasure you gave me 
when you reamed my butt so hard for so very long." 

"Ah, but when you are in my business it pays to be very careful. One slip up 
and this place could be shut down by the law in a second.' 

"But you provide such a wonderful service, master. You teach women how to 
truly please men!" 

"I'm afraid, my dear slave, that not everyone would look at it that way. 
There are many who don't approve of the training sessions we perform here. 
It is very important that our clients are discreet about their visits." 

"No one knows I'm here. Except for my friend Sally. I won't tell anyone 
else, I promise!" 

"Well, sweet Mindy, I have taken a few precautions to see to it that you 
will keep your word. 

"In three corners of this room up by the ceiling, I have mounted cameras. 
There are two movie cameras and one taking still frames. They will be 
developed and prints will be available to you within a couple of hours. They 
will show, in perfect focus of course, me shoving my big cock again and 
again into your ass-hole, accompanied by your moans of pleasure. I wonder 
what your husband would say if he saw those films." 

"He would kill me. Oh please, master, don't show them to him." 

"I won't if you keep your word and keep your visits here a complete secret." 

"I promise. I wouldn't have told anyone anyway." 

"But we are both sure that you won't tell anyone about them now that you 
know about the photographs. Now, let me slip a robe over your shoulders and 
put on my pants and coat." 

"Where are you going to take me, master," Melinda asked, tilting her head a 
little to one side. 

Her face was wide-eyed and innocent. It was obvious that she worshiped him 
by the expression on her face. 

"I am going to take you to the shower room It is time that we cleaned 
ourselves up you see. I have paper work to tend to and you have to get home 
to make dinner for your husband. I suggest that you do not allow him to have 
sex with you until the wounds you have received today have healed." 

"Oh that would be very nice. Will you shower with me, master?" 

"I will be with you for the first portion of the shower. For the second part 
I will stand back and watch." 

Melinda didn't understand quite what he meant by that, but she figured she 
had asked too many questions already. 

She didn't want to press her luck with her sex master when he seemed to be 
in a very good mood. 

What Melinda didn't know was that a lot of women who visited the clinic 
found what took place in the shower room to be the most painful part. 

Indeed, Bernard Shakey's two part shower was considered devastatingly 
humiliating by many of his clients. 

That was the reason it was so effective and so popular. 

He quickly put on enough clothes to walk in the hall and slipped a paper 
robe over Melinda's shoulders, instructing her to pull it closed and fasten 
the paper belt around her waist. 

He pulled the key to the examination room cabinet and unlocked the slim 
door, They stepped out into the hall together and Bernard led the way to the 
shower room. 

He walked with his broad shoulders back and his chin high. 

Melinda walked exactly three paces behind him with her hands folded in front 
of her at the waist. 

She kept her head bowed. She wanted to look like an obedient slave in the 
hall. 

Three doors down the hall was the shower room. They entered and Bernard 
locked the door behind him once again using the same key. 

While Melinda's eyes were diverted he hid the key once again. 

They quickly disrobed and stood next to the bathtub. 

The shower room looked like an oversized household John. 

The walls and the floor were covered with white tiles. 

The ceding had been painted white and was starting to crack up in the 
corners. 

There were many fluffy towels hanging from chrome racks along the walls. 

The sink and the tub, as well as the toilet, were made of white porcelain. 

There was a baby blue bath mat next to the tub to step out on. 

In the corner was a chest with a gold lock on it. 

Melinda couldn't help but wonder what was in the chest. 

The shower curtain was plastic and clear, and Bernard pulled it back so he 
could turn on the faucets. 

He turned on both faucets and adjusted the temperature, judging with his 
fingers, until it was just right. 

Then he turned the knob in the center and the shower blasted needles of 
spray into the tub. 

Melinda looked up at the rings that held the shower curtain to a chrome pole 
above her head. There was a clamp between two of the rings and Melinda 
wondered what it was for. 

The two of them stepped into the shower and kissed passionately. 

They tenderly washed each other with plenty of soap. 

They paid special attention to each other's private parts. 

When they were all soaped up they rinsed. Melinda winced as the water hit 
her sore cunt and ass-hole. 

She noticed some pain in her breasts and nipples when the water struck them. 

But the water seemed to help her wounds a lot, and she felt quite refreshed 
by the time she was completely rinsed off. 

Bernard stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself off with a big 
white towel. 

Melinda started to follow him out of the tub but he blocked her path with a 
strong forearm. 

"No you stay in the tub. That was the first part of the shower. You will 
receive the second part of your shower by yourself," Bernard said, and his 
face turned into an evil smirk. 

"But I don't understand, master. I am very clean," Melinda said. 

"Ah yes, my sweet slave," Bernard said with a small chuckle. 'You are clean 
on the outside. But your inside is still very dirty. We have to shower your 
inside now. You are going to get the biggest enema of your life!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Mindy, you will put your arms up over your head, please," Bernard said, in 
a tone of voice that told the little girl he would not take no for an 
answer. 

She put her arms straight up over her head immediately without offering a 
peep of complaint. 

She didn't know very much about enemas. There were many things that Melinda 
knew more about. 

She knew that they were used to help you shit. She remembered that her mom 
and dad had a pink enema bottle in the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper, 
but she couldn't remembered ever hearing of it used. 

She and Harold didn't have one, and had never missed it. 

She had figured that they used them mostly in hospitals. 

For some reason Melinda associated enemas with bedpans. 

'You will stretch your arms way up so that you are standing on your toes," 
Bernard said with a small laugh. He reached into the tub for a moment and 
turned off the shower so he wouldn't have to talk so loud. 

"Move your feet as far apart as you can in the bottom of the tub, but stay 
on your toes. Under no circumstances let your heels touch the bottom of the 
tub," Bernard said. He folded his strong arms across his chest and watched 
as she struggled to do this. She nearly toppled a couple of times but she 
regained her balance just in time. 

She got her feet as far apart as she could and looked to her side to see if 
he approved. 

"A little further," he said. "Press your ankle bones against the side of the 
tub." 

As she did this she could feel the strain in the back of her legs getting 
worse. 

The muscles in the backs of her calves were being stretched painfully in 
this position. 

She didn't know how long she could last without lowering her heels to the 
tub just to relieve the tension in those muscles. 

"Now cross your wrists on the shower nozzle," Bernard said. 

The second Bernard gave this instruction he turned around and walked over to 
the chest with the big lock on it. 

But the lock was not locked and Bernard simply flung the chest open. 

He pulled out a black rubber enema bag that was a lot bigger than the one 
Melinda remembered seeing in the bottom of her parent's dirty clothes 
hamper. 

It had a black rubber hose coming out of the base and at the end of that 
hose was a plastic nozzle designed to look like a penis. 

The nozzle was thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base. 

When it was inserted into the ass-hole the sphincter muscle was supposed to 
grip on the skinny part so it would not fall out. 

It would take a sharp tug to get that nozzle dildo out of Melinda's ass once 
it was inserted all the way. 

At the top of the enema bag was a black plastic cap. 

There was a clamp, much like the one on the pole that held the shower 
curtain on the hose to keep water from flowing out prematurely. 

Bernard pulled out an evenly cut piece of rope with his other hand and 
kicked the top of the chest closed. 

He gently placed the enema bag in the sink and tied Melinda's wrists to the 
shower nozzle with the piece of rope. 

Melinda's body was stretched so taut that her shoulders began to ache 
horribly, joining the ache in the backs of her legs. 

She knew that she could no longer lower her heels to the bottom of the tub 
even if she were exhausted. 

If her toes failed to keep her body up she would tear her shoulders right 
out of their sockets. 

Bernard then returned to the sink next to the tub. 

He rinsed off the enema bag with hot water and then adjusted the temperature 
until it was just short of scalding. 

He slowly unscrewed the cap on the top and filled the bag all the way to the 
brim with the steaming water. 

' I don't know if you have ever received an enema before," Bernard said as 
he twisted the black plastic cap back onto the top of the rubber enema bag. 
He was careful not to spill any of the water, "it really doesn't matter if 
you have or you haven't, my sweet slave. I have filled this bag all the way 
to the brim. This is a double enema, but you will be asked to hold all of 
the water inside you at the same time. Let me explain to you the rules of 
the game. You have to hold all of the water inside your bowels. If you don't 
you will be severely punished. When the water begins to flow into your 
bowels you will have a tremendous urge to shit it back out right away. But 
this is the very urge that you must conquer. Tremendous strain will be put 
on your sphincter muscle. And, if I remember correctly, that muscle isn't in 
great shape at the moment, is it, my sweet little slave girl. Your bowels 
will become so full of water that your belly will bloat outward and your 
intestines will be forced to stretch. You will feel as if your bowels are 
going to explode from the raw pressure. And there will be pain. Oh yes, 
there will be a terrific amount of pain. You will feel like you are going to 
explode and die with your intestines dangling like worms out of the blood 
hole blown through your belly. You will prefer death to the pain you must 
endure. The pain will be so great that you won't even bother to think about 
the agony you will be feeling in your legs and shoulders by that time. But, 
rejoice, slave of mine, For with this act too there are benefits. The 
tension that builds up inside you, the water pressure, will so closely 
simulate sexual tension, that you will receive a sexual rush from being 
filled up. The release of the water is supposed to be a great pleasure, and 
I have been told by many women that they have tremendous orgasms at the 
moment they release their enema water." 

He reached up and attached the enema bag to the clamp on the chrome pole 
that held up the plastic shower curtain. 

The hose dangled free for a moment but Bernard quickly grabbed it just 
behind the dildo nozzle with the fingers on his left hand. 

With his right hand he gently rubbed Melinda's ass cheeks. 

He got his fingers up in the crack of her ass and pulled her buttocks apart. 

The skin in the crack of her ass was stretched extremely tight. 

He then ran the tip of the enema nozzle up and down the crack of her ass. 

He got the tip of the nozzle on her ass-hole and began to press with his 
hand. 

Melinda winced. Her ass-hole was still very sore from the savage buggery she 
had received earlier in the afternoon. 

Bernard watched as her sore sphincter opened to allow the dildo deep inside. 

He pushed it in with a single finger until that ring of muscle clamped 
around the skinniest part of the nozzle. 

He then took the clamp off of the hose and allowed the water to start to 
flow. 

Just as Bernard had said, she had a tremendous urge to shit the water back 
out the second it began to flow. 

She even wanted to contract her ass muscles and force the nozzle out of her 
hole. 

But Melinda knew that this was a true test of how good of a slave she was. 

She would truly prove herself to her master if she took all the water. 

She didn't care about the punishment if she failed. 

She wasn't thinking about failing. She was determined to prove herself to 
the handsome doctor who stood by the side of the tub grinning at her. 

Melinda quickly figured out which muscles she had to relax and which ones 
she had to contract to keep all the water in. 

She knew that the most important part was keeping her sphincter wrapped 
around the nozzle as tightly as possible. 

Her ass muscles hurt horrible when they were tensed, and she didn't know if 
she could stand the pain. 

Her bowels began to fill and she could feel her lower belly starting to 
bloat outward slowly but surely. 

By the time the enema bag was half empty Melinda was sure that she would not 
be able to hold any more. 

She tried as hard as she could not to think about the awful pain in the 
backs of her legs and in her shoulders. 

She had lost the feeling in her hands once again, but that seemed to be a 
minor point compared to the rest of her difficulties. 

Melinda's beautiful face was slowly turned red as a beet. 

Her face slowly contorted as her agony grew more severe. 

Her face contorted so much that she didn't even look like herself. 

There was a vein in her temple that had become dilated. 

That vein was throbbing visibly from the little girls strain. 

Her back was arched in an attempt to relieve some of the pain in her 
shoulders. 

But at the same time Melinda could feel something funny happening to her 
body. 

She could tell that the pain was causing her to become sexually aroused. 

Blood was pumping down her tiny body into her pussy. 

Her cunt lips were swelling steadily, and would soon become fully engorged. 

There was an ache in her lower abdomen that mixed perfectly with the pain in 
her sweet bowels. 

Her natural lubrication was being secreted freely by the gland between her 
two sets of cunt lips. 

There was a pool of cunt juice forming at the base of her cunt between her 
slightly parted inner cunt lips. 

That juice would flow right out of her cunt and down onto the smooth flesh 
of her inner thighs. 

Her clitoris was starting to ache with a sexual tension. It had become erect 
and was protruding out of its flesh sheath. 

She could feel her clit beginning to quiver as her arousal grew. 

Her sexual tension was growing at the same rate as the tension in her 
bowels. 

She could tell that those tensions were going to combine into a single 
tension. 

All of it would be released when the dildo was removed from Melinda's 
straining ass-hole. 

She knew that she was going to have a terrific orgasm the second she was 
allowed to release the hot water. 

But the pain in her abdomen was incredible. Melinda had her eyes closed 
tightly. 

Her back teeth were clenched together so hard that her jaw ached even more 
than it had when she offered her throat to her master. 

Every muscle and bone and Melinda's body was quivering by the time the last 
drop of water drained from the bag into her bowels. 

Bernard smiled with satisfaction as he saw that she had done it. 

He was proud of the little girl straining in the tub. 

He thought she was the best little slave to come around in some time. 

He paused for a moment, just so her agony could last a few seconds longer. 

Melinda's ass cheeks were as hard as rocks from stress at that moment. 

They were pressed tightly together and the hose was sticking out from in 
between. 

Bernard pulled back the shower curtain a little bit and bent at the waist. 

He reached out with his right arm and grabbed the hose. 

He ran his fingers up the hose until he was gripping it at the very base of 
the dildo enema nozzle. 

With a sharp tug of his wrist he pulled the nozzle out of her ass-hole. 

It made a popping noise that amused Bernard when it came out. 

"RELEASE!" he screamed out with a grand gesture of his arm. 

He raised the black nozzle' up over his head with a long sweep of his arm. 

He looked like he was waving the green flag to start a grand prix auto race. 

That was the sweetest word Melinda Manning had ever heard in her entire 
life. 

She relaxed her sphincter muscle and clamped down hard on the muscles in her 
intestines. 

She heard herself make an incredibly thunderous farting noise as she 
released the water. 

The first gush of enema water went the length of the tub and hit the white 
tiled wall behind her. 

She could smell the room quickly become filled with the scent of her enema. 

The whole shower room smelled of her fart and enema water. 

But just as the tension in her bowels was released, she could feel her 
sexual tension being released also. 

Her inner cunt went into massive convulsions and her love button felt like 
it was going to pop right out of her pussy. 

Her back teeth came unclenched and her lower lip dropped. 

She let out a pitiful moan of pleasure, sounding incredibly weak. 

The waves of ecstasy rolled through her body, enhanced by the pain she felt 
in her legs and arms. 

The rest of the enema water landed inside the tub. 

Melinda looked down and could see her straining toes swimming in the stained 
water. 

Bernard quickly reached up to release Melinda's wrists from the shower 
nozzle. 

The last bit of water dribbled out of Melinda's ass-hole. 

It ran thick and hot down the insides of her thighs. 

Bernard quickly untied the knot that held Melinda's wrists to the nozzle. 

She was allowed to lower her ankles to the tub and lower her arms. 

But at that moment her legs could no longer support the weight of her body. 

She crumpled into the bottom of the tub in a heap. 

She didn't care that she was rolling in the smelly water. 

She didn't care if she got it all in her hair and over her torso. 

She was too relieved about the pain fading away to think about anything 
else. 

Her intense orgasm had left a hot afterglow in its wake. 

She placed her hands by her sides and she could feel the blood flowing back 
into her fingers. 

As the sensation returned to her hands she placed her right hand over her 
pussy and her left hand over her ass-hole. 

She pressed on those holes with her fingers and let out a sorrowful moan. 

She rocked back and forth, face euphoric, looking as if she were trying to 
keep the pleasure from flowing out. 

When she stopped rocking she slowly opened her eyes. 

She looked up at her sex master and her eyes became misty. 

She had truly learned the diving association between pleasure and pain. 

The humiliation of being forced to shit in front of her master was almost 
the final humiliation. 

She only had one humiliation left before her initial training session would 
be complete. 

She was on her back and the water was slowly draining out of the tub. 

There was some residue left behind but most of it made it down the drain. 

Bernard looked down at his beautiful, yet very smelly slave. 

He placed his hands on his belly and began to laugh at her. 

He laughed harder and harder, his face turning bright red. 

His whole body shook and he threw back his head so he was looking at the 
ceiling of the shower room. 

There were tears in his eyes by the time he stopped laughing. 

"I find you very amusing, my sweet little girl," he said. "And you are 
almost done here. But before you are allowed to leave there is one more 
thing you must do. I can see by the awful mess you made in the tub that you 
are nothing more than a human toilet. You are a scum girl, that's all. So I 
will have to treat you just as if you were a toilet. You see, my pretty 
little one, I have to take a tremendous piss. I have been holding it in ever 
since you sucked me off. Now I am going to take my leak and I am going to 
take it right in your mouth!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Melinda took a few seconds before she realized what her tall handsome master 
had just said to her. 

She was so exhausted from her ordeals of the day that her brain was encased 
in a thick fog. 

She was hardly at her sharpest and she was reacting slowly to all of the 
stimuli around her at that point. 

But she understood, and she painfully got herself up on her knees. 

"No, no, slave! Get on your back with your head in the center of the tub. 
Place the balls of your feet flat on the tiled wall in front of you next to 
the faucets. That's it," Bernard said. 

He reached down and grabbed the top of the trousers he had thrown on hastily 
before they switched from the examination room to the shower room. 

He undid the single snap that held the top of his trousers closed. 

He unzipped the fly, being careful not to pinch himself. 

Melinda could see that he had not bothered to put on any underwear. 

His cock was still limp, but even in its flaccid state it was large. 

He whipped his prick out and moved so that he was standing right next to the 
tub. 

Melinda looked up at the man and slowly parted her lips. 

' You are going to have to open your mouth farther than that, my sweet 
slave. I'm afraid my aim is only so good." 

Melinda then opened her mouth as far as she could, the ache in her jaw 
returning full force immediately. 

She wondered what her sex master's urine was going to taste like. 

She was glad that she was getting the opportunity to drink his piss. 

Her playing a human toilet bowl while he pissed seemed to symbolize their 
relationship perfectly. 

That was the way Melinda thought about it in her own mind. 

He moved his right hand to his hip and placed it there with the fingers 
separated and pointing downward. 

He grabbed the shaft of his cock with his left hand and lifted the tip at 
what he thought was the right angle. 

He relaxed the muscles in his lower abdomen and opened the floodgate between 
his bladder and his prick. 

The piss came out hot and yellow, but his aim was off at first. 

The first bit of urine struck Melinda on the tip of her nose. 

He over-adjusted his aim and splashed a little off of her chin. 

The piss was hotter than Melinda had expected it to be. 

It had a smell of ammonia to it, and Melinda was starting to fear that it 
would taste just awful. 

She remembered when she was a little girl she thought that her "tinkle" 
would taste just like lemonade. 

She realized how absurd that thought was at nineteen as she was about to get 
her first opportunity to find out what it really tasted like. 

Bernard adjusted his aim once again and this time the piss went right into 
her mouth. 

She began to swallow it down rapidly, and though it tasted very bitter, it 
didn't make her want to gag like she was fearing it would. 

She drank down every drop until the piss was just dribbling out of Bernard's 
piss hole. 

"Get up on your knees now and suck me clean!" Bernard ordered. 

She did this, and half expected his cock to get hard again. 

But Bernard had come all he cared to on this day. He turned on the shower 
and told the woman not to leave the shower room until it was crystal clear. 

He zipped up his pants and told her he would meet her back at the 
examination room. 

Melinda showered again and washed out the tub so there was no longer a trace 
of her enema. 

When she was done she dried herself off with one of the big towels on the 
rack. 

She made her way back to the examination room wearing her paper robe. 

Bernard instructed the woman that the session was done. 

"You pay the receptionist. You brought cash, right?" Bernard said. 

"That's right. Will I be coming back here for the rest of my sessions?" 

"No, Mindy. Only the first session is held here in the clinic. The rest of 
the sessions cost five dollars apiece more and they will be held in a house 
on the south side of the city where, how shall I put it, our faculties are 
more advanced. The receptionist will give you a new appointment and there 
will be a couple of forms to fill out. Just address, husbands name, 
occupation, stuff like that. For the files. Once you have filled out the 
forms you will be free to go. I suggest you don't let Harold see your shaved 
pussy. If he does tell him that you did it especially for him." 

"I understand," Melinda Manning said with a small nod. 

She quickly put on her clothes and took care of business with the 
receptionist. 

On her way home in the car she couldn't believe all of the wonderful things 
she had learned so quickly. 

She knew that she was going to be sore for a couple of days, but the pain 
would be well worth it considering the lessons in subservience she had 
learned. 

Her next appointment was for five thirty in the afternoon at the house, four 
days later. 

Melinda had to tell a lie to Harold about where she was going to be, but he 
said he didn't care because he was going to be "working late" anyway. 

Melinda hoped that she wouldn't have to worry about Harold's little after 
work trysts when she completed her slave therapy with Dr. Shakey. 

She showed up at the house on the south side of town right on time and a 
blonde woman in a nurse's outfit instructed her to park her green Pinto 
Hatchback around the corner but gave no reason why. 

When she went in the house Dr. Shakey was there and told her that he had 
something very exciting in store for her. 

He led her down a set of rickety wooden steps into the dingy basement. 

There was a huge wooden slab table in the center of the basement, with thick 
iron cuffs at each corner. 

Melinda knew very well what those cuffs were going to be used for. 

Dr. Shakey told her to go into a little dressing room off to the side of the 
basement and remove all of her clothes. 

Melinda did this and was instructed to get on her back in the center of the 
large wooden slab table. 

Melinda knew enough to put her arms back over her head and spread her thighs 
far open. 

She could feel herself becoming horny at the thought of the new pain and 
humiliation that would be inflicted on her. 

Bernard worked quickly and quickly fastened the iron hoops around Melinda's 
ankles and wrists. 

He made sure that they were on very tightly and that her elbows and knees 
were locked in a straight position. 

"During this session," Bernard said calmly. "You will be forced to fuck a 
complete stranger. I am going to put a mask over your face and the man you 
will fuck will be wearing a mask also. We have a real stud for you. He comes 
here frequently and has often donated his services while we trained new 
slaves. 

So you see, you must learn to be subservient to all cock. Not just mine." 

Melinda nodded solemnly as she watched Bernard walk over to the corner of 
the basement. 

He picked up a big wooden mask that was carved in the front to look like the 
mask of tragedy with-a huge mouthed frown. 

Melinda thought it was grotesque and was glad that she wasn't the one who 
was going to have to look at it. 

There was a leather strap behind the mask and Melinda lifted the back of her 
head from the wooden table so Bernard could fasten the mask to her head. 

He made sure her nose was in the right place and her eyes were looking 
through the carved eye holes. 

He then fastened the strap tightly behind her head. 

She placed the back of her head on the table and looked up at the ceiling. 

She heard the basement door open and a naked man entered the room. 

Bernard made no move to leave and it was obvious that he fully intended to 
watch the action. 

That was okay with Melinda. She didn't care of Bernard stuck around. She 
wanted him to watch her being an obedient slave. 

Melinda lifted the back of her head from the table so she could see the man 
who was about to fuck her. 

The man was wearing a mask just like Melinda's. 

Only it was the mask of comedy rather than the mask of tragedy. 

The man's mask had a big ridiculous grin carved in it. 

She could see that he was a well built man, with broad shoulders and a hairy 
chest. 

He wasn't as big as Bernard, but she could see that he was well put 
together. 

He was the kind of man who looked like he took time to take care of his 
body. 

His muscles were not bulky like those of a ' weight-lifter. 

But rather they were long and finely toned, such as those of a swimmer. 

His skin was smooth and Melinda could see it was stretched tight over his 
muscles. 

He was very tanned and he looked as if he spent a lot of time out in the 
sun. 

Only a tiny strip across his hips remained the natural tone of his skin. 

It was obvious that the man wore a very tiny bathing suit when he went out 
in the sunshine. 

Melinda liked skimpy bathing suits and had given Harold a pair just about 
that size for his birthday. 

There were a lot of things about the man that reminded her of Harold. 

His height, weight and shape were all extremely similar. 

Melinda couldn't help but wonder if Bernard had somehow acquired a 
photograph or a description of Harold before choosing the man in the mask. 

Even the way the man stood with his hands on his waist with the toes of one 
foot pointing outward reminded the chained little girl of her husband. 

"This one sure has nice tits, Berny," the man in the mask said. 

His voice was muffled by the mask, but there was something terribly familiar 
about it. Melinda was amazed. They had even gotten a man who sounded like 
Harold. She couldn't believe the fuss they had made over her. She felt 
honored. She knew that Bernard was doing this so it would feel natural to be 
Harold's slave when the time came. 

"Is that bitch Sally still doing your recruiting for you?" the man in the 
mask asked Dr. Shakey. 

Melinda's ears perked up when she heard Sally's name. She was the one who 
had sent Melinda to the clinic in the first place. 

Melinda couldn't help but wonder how the man in the mask knew her friend. 

She knew that Sally hung out with some strange guys, but wearing masks still 
shocked her a bit. 

Then the man in the mask moved so that he was standing right next to the 
table. He reached down and squeezed Melinda's left breast. 

She turned her head to the side and saw a heart-shaped birthmark below his 
belly button. 

She could feel her face turn pale beneath her mask. IT WAS HAROLD! 


EPILOGUE 

After that life was never better for Harold and Melinda. 

They fucked every night and Harold never came home late from work. 

In fact, some nights he came home early so they could get in a quick ball 
before dinner. 

There was no doubt about the fact that Dr. Shakey's methods had worked. 

Harold even picked up the tab so Melinda would not have to take the money 
out of that she had saved from her job. 

Sometimes, when they were feeling very kinky, they wore the masks they had 
worn that day in the dark basement. 

Melinda allowed Harold to do whatever he wanted to her, and he no longer 
thought of her as too fragile to fuck. 

He fucked her in the ass, in the cunt and in the throat. 

He tied her down and whipped her all the time after that.
