THE GOOD DOCTOR
By Peter Jensen


Chapter 1

Cindy Lane stirred restlessly in her sleep, her mouth moving slightly as she mumbled,
"Please... don't cry... I'll help you... don't cry." As if in answer, a long, heart-rending
moan came from somewhere outside the tiny, cell-like room in which she lay. Above
her, a weak stream of sunlight filtered through a small window, gridded with iron bars.
"No, don't cry anymore," she breathed drowsily. "It's all right... all right now..."
This time, no response broke the humid stillness of the Pennsylvania summer morning.
The yoimg girl's worried look gave way to a sweet smile of contentment and her ragged
breathing slowed to gentle, even cadence. Then, suddenly, a new sound shattered the
silence and the girl tossed on the narrow bed as a deep, sobbing moan penetrated the
wall beside her bed.
The girl shivered slightly, then flung her right forearm up over her eyes, squinting
sleepily against the morning light that was slowly awakening her, relentlessly driving
her dream away. Her long, comsilk blonde hair flowed gracefully around her neck and
shoulders as she rolled lazily onto her back and kicked her sweat-soaked sheet into a
rumpled pile at the foot of the bed. The frightening dream was quickly receding back
into her subconscious.
Eyes still closed against the light, she wondered sleepily what time it was, why she had
not been wakened by the sound of her alarm clock, and then she remembered that it
didn't matter when she got up. It was summer vacation, finally, and she was finished
with another year of school, finished with high school forever. Next September, she
would begin her first semester of college, but it was too early to even think about that
right now.
It was the middle of June and she had a whole summer ahead of her, nothing to do but
read and swim and have a long, last fling with the high school crowd before they parted
ways, probably forever. Or was that all she had to do? she wondered as something else,
something almost remembered, something terribly disturbing began to gnaw at her
mind.
That awful dream... Annoyed, Cindy tried to push the thought, whatever it was, out of
her mind. She was probably just dreaming about another one of her mother's
scatterbrained projects, and it was too early in the morning to ruin the day by thinking
about one of her mother's weird ideas. Ever since Dad had died, she mused, it was as if
her mother had nothing to do with her brain but think up kooky plans, mostly
dedicated to"self-improvement," and Cindy was always her mother's guinea pig. It
would almost be a relief if Mom would only be like the other bored, wealthy women
she hung around with, only interested in their figures and their clothes, but not her
mother, she had to be like some kind of evangelist, spouting off all the time...
"Living is an art, and we must all work to make our lives great masterpieces." It was her
mother's favorite phrase and Cindy considered herself lucky if she only heard it once a
day. Usually, she got it like a pill, once with every meal.
Wow, just wait until I go away to college, she thought to herself, I'll show her how to
really live... She sighed and rolled over, determined to go back to sleep so she could
start the day over again, thinking about something else, like maybe meeting some
groovy boy this summer, one who could convince her mother that Cindy was old
enough to go out on something a little more private than a double date. It wasn't like
she was planning to throw away her virginity on the first fast-talking football player
who came along, but after all she was almost eighteen years old. Her mother was going
to have to learn to trust her sooner or later...
Cindy drifted back into a light slumber, the worried look disappearing from her sweet
face as she began to dream happily of the unimaginable wonders of college life.
Suddenly, another long throaty moan seeped into the room from somewhere outside
the walls. Cindy's body stiffened and her eyes jerked open. It was her dream all over
again, someone crying and moaning, someone far away... but, now suddenly it seemed
too real, she was too wide awake to be dreaming this time.
At almost the same moment, she became abruptly aware of her surroundings. Where
was her own pale blue bedroom? she thought in sudden panic. Lifting her head from
the pillow, she fearfully looked around the tiny pale green room in which she had been
sleeping. It was sparsely furnished with a bed, a night stand and a small sink in the far
corner. It looked like a hospital room, or... her eyes flew to the barred window, then to
the closed metal door with its tiny window at eye level... a cell... she was in some kind
of cell!
Suddenly, there was another groan but it was longer this time and had an unearthly
pleading tone to it as though someone were being tortured. She could barely hear a
harsh slapping sound as though someone were being hit across the face with a hand.
There was a harsh male laugh!
Good Lord, what was going on? Where was she and what was happening in this place?
It sounded as though someone were being hurt.
Determined to find out what was going on, Cindy jumped from the bed, then had to
grab the night stand to keep from collapsing on the floor as her knees buckled under
her. Her body felt heavy, as though it were made of lead, and the sudden movement
had left her with a queasy uncertain feeling in her stomach. Suddenly feeling very weak,
the young girl stumbled back to the bed and lifted herself up onto it with effort.
Instinctively, she looked down at her body for the signs of anything wrong and realized
for the first time that she was absolutely naked. Her eyes searched the room once again,
but there was no sign of her clothing, nowhere they could have been stored. Fighting
the weariness she felt, Cindy reached down and pulled up the thin sheet from the foot
of the bed, trying as best she could to cover her nakedness from whoever had placed
her in this room and taken away her clothes. Then, exhausted, she limply fell back on
the pillow, her mind racing as she tried to imagine what had happened to her. She felt
so strange, so tired, it was almost as if she had been drugged...
Something clicked in her mind, that same thing that had bothered her when she woke
up before. What was it, she thought, something about my mother...
"Ooooo-oooo-ooooh, God, yes. Do it. Do it to me like that!" the same voice she had
heard before came through the wall beside Cindy's bed.
Cindy paled and lay still in the bed, uncertain of what to do. A man was obviously
doing something to the woman in a room nearby, but it didn't sound as though the
woman was being forced to do anything against her will. What should she do? Maybe
the woman was pleading because the man was some kind of sadist, like she had read
about in psychology courses in school.
Well, whatever it was, she decided, it was stupid for her to just lie here and wonder if
she could find out where she was and what was happening to that woman. As the
sounds began to rise to the same kind of frenzied crescendo Cindy remembered from
her dream, the young girl pulled the sheet loose from the bed and wrapped it tightly
around her naked body before carefully lowering herself to the floor. Aware of her
weakness, she moved slowly toward the metal door. A moment later, she reached for
the handle and as her hand came into contact with the cool metal door knob, she froze.
Above the unknown woman's moaning and whimpering, Cindy could hear the
unmistakable sound of two male voices. She could tell now that it was very nearby,
maybe in the next room, and though she could not make out the words, it was apparent
that one man was definitely urging the other to do something. The woman's voice was
muffled and sobbing, yet clearly not against her will. It sounded like she was asking for
it, in fact, pleading for more. Cindy stood on the cold tile floor, trying to make up her
mind what to do and then, with a burst of determination, she turned the knob and
pulled hard against the door. It didn't give; it was locked from the outside!
As she listened to the woman's voice become louder and louder, more and more
inhuman in its strange frenzy, a panic began to creep over Cindy's mind. Suddenly
afraid of something she couldn't name, the young girl began to cry out too as she
struggled with the heavy metal door, trying to open it by sheer force. Something was
terribly wrong here, and she wanted to get away from it! All the fear she had managed
to suppress that morning suddenly came to a head and she fought to open the door
with all the strength she could muster.
Without warning, the door suddenly gave way, flying open with such force that Cindy
was thrown back against the foot of the bed. Terrified and cringing, she looked up into
the eyes of a tall, stone-faced man in a white coat. He looked somehow familiar, but she
couldn't remember when she had seen him before.
"Well, what do you want?" he snapped. His voice was cool and clipped as though he
had been through this same scene a thousand times before.
As Cindy stared up at him, her fear began to fade and be replaced by anger, an old
anger... At some time, she had been furious at this man before – that much she could
remember. Now his cold, uncaring attitude despite her obvious distress angered her
even more. If only she could remember... but, strangely, she could not seem to clear
away the sleep that still befogged her mind.
"Look, kid, I can't stand here all day. You're screaming and yelling and banging on the
door, so what do you want?" the man asked impatiently. Cindy suddenly realized that
the woman was quiet. Was he one of the men? she wondered. She shuddered in
revulsion at the thought.
Forcing herself to appear calm, she answered slowly. "I want to know where I am, and
then, I want you to stop whatever you're doing to that woman. The noise is driving me
crazy."
The man stared at her in disbelief, then amusement. Finally, he broke into a loud
mirthless chuckle.
"That's rich, kid, really rich," he finally said. "Driving you crazy, is it?"
He seemed about to say something else, then stopped as if remembering something
more important. His eyes dropped from the young girl's face and began a slow,
deliberate descent over her body. The thin sheet she had wrapped around herself barely
hid her high, round, widely-spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples showed clearly
through the flimsy fabric. His gaze moved hungrily downward, over the slender girlish
waist and flat smooth stomach to where the young girl's round, luscious hips merged
with her long full-swelling thighs. The man's eyes gleamed with an evil promise.
Cindy squirmed uncomfortably beneath the man's blatant scrutiny of her body. This
was unfair, she thought angrily, he hadn't even answered her questions and now, now
this... Ever since she had first blossomed into womanhood, a few years ago, men had
been staring at her like this, and it never ceased to make her feel somehow soiled. Yet,
there was something different in the way that this man looked at her. It was almost as
though he already knew how she looked and was just checking to make sure he
remembered it correctly.
"Well?" she finally blurted in angry embarrassment.
With an obvious effort, the man tore his gaze away from her body and, once again,
looked her in the face.
"Look, kid," he said at last, his voice straining with elaborate patience. "I can
understand if you're still a little dopey, but I haven't got time to answer your stupid
questions. Now, why don't you just get back into the bed and press your pretty ear up
to the wall." His face cracked into a salacious grin. "After we get done with that lady
next door, we're going to come for you. I been thinking all morning about what we did
in the ambulance last night and we're going to have even more fun than we did then.
Now, be a good girl and get back in your bed."
A moment later. Cindy was staring in shocked horror at the closed metal door. Even
though she was still groggy with the strange sleepiness, the man's words had started
Cindy's memory working again. The ambulance... still dopey...
Suddenly, everything clicked together in the young girl's mind and she recoiled in
terror against the bed. Of course, it was another one of her mother's crazy ideas, but
this was too horrible to believe. Her own mother had sent her to an institution – a "rest
home" she called it. No wonder she had forgotten what had happened – it was so
inhuman that she could barely accept the fact that it had actually happened.
As she weakly climbed back into the narrow metal bed, Cindy's mind went back to the
last afternoon she had spent with her mother. Was it yesterday? She wasn't sure – the
way she felt, she could have been asleep for days.
As the torturous sounds once more began to issue from the next room, she deliberately
tuned them out of her mind and began to think back, fighting the drugged weariness
that still threatened to send her back to sleep.
It had been at dinner when her mother first started on her idea about the rest home.
She had said something about Cynthia getting the benefits of intensive psychoanalysis
while the girl was still young enough to get the full benefit of the therapy. Cindy had
not particularly listened to her when her mother had started saying something about
Cindy's "fixation" on her dead father. At the time she had thought it was too silly to
waste time thinking about. Now, as the young girl lay in the sparsely furnished cell of a
room, she wished she could remember her mother's exact words so she would
understand why she had been put in such a horrible place.
All Cindy could remember now was her own anger and impatience when her mother
said that she had made "arrangements" for Cindy at a small rest home in Pennsylvania,
that Cindy should feel grateful that she had been accepted at such an exclusive place.
Seventeen-year-old Cindy had felt neither grateful nor accepting of her mother's
benevolent plans, but had left the dinner table in fury and had gone upstairs to pack
her suitcases to leave home. She had been very tolerant of her mother's faddish interests
in things like astrology and mysticism. But when it got to the point when she was
sending her only child away to a home for the mentally ill-well, Cindy thought that was
the last straw.
While she was packing, they had come to take her away.
Looking back, the whole thing had seemed to Cindy like some kind of strange
nightmare. All of a sudden, there were three strange men in her room, forcing her
down on a stretcher, securing her with wide canvas straps. Of course, she had been
frightened, had struggled to free herself. It was natural. But her mother had become
tearful and murmured over and over about her "poor, sick girl." As they had carried her
out the door, Cindy's mother had told her not to worry, that in three months she
would be home again, healthy and happy.
Fat chance, Cindy thought sarcastically as she looked around the room in which she
was imprisoned. If what I heard this morning is any example of their therapy, I'll be
loonier than my mother by the time they let me out of here. She listened for a moment
to the anguished screams and cries of the woman next door, then forced her memory to
go back to last night, to the ambulance in which she had ridden to Sunnydale, the rest
home her mother had chosen.
She remembered the man's words about what they had done in the ambulance and
shivered in fear. It was all coming back now and it was so frightening she could barely
stand to think about it.
The sleepiness was finally beginning to fade and now Cindy could clearly recall the
terror she had felt when they closed her in the white panel truck they called the
ambulance. Two of the three white-coated men, the tall dark one she saw this morning
and a huge, moon-faced man with a childish look about him, had stayed with her in the
back of the van, while the other man drove.
Almost as soon as they pulled away from her home, she began to calm down and think
rationally again, realizing that struggling would do her no good in this situation. But,
then, suddenly, the hulking baby-faced man leaned over her bound body and began to
knead and pinch at one of her full-rounded breasts. When she screamed in horror, the
slim, dark-haired man quickly appeared at her side and brutally shoved the other away.
"You keep your hands off her, Willy, until I say different," he snapped. "I'm the boss
here and you don't touch her until I say so."
Cindy couldn't believe her ears. What did he mean "until I say so?' What were these
men planning to do to her? She was about to protest when the dark man suddenly
waved a huge hypodermic needle in front of her frightened face.
"See this, kid?" he rasped menacingly. "We use these things on nuts like you if they
don't behave. So, just cooperate with us and we'll have a nice trip to the home." He
grinned lewdly. "Of course, we'd all rather that you relax and enjoy it. Nobody likes
limp meat as much as a nice live piece."
Once again, the girl couldn't believe what she was hearing. This man was implying
something that was too shocking to be believed. It sounded like they were planning to...
to rape her... but, no, that was impossible. Her mother would not have turned her over
to people like that, not after all those years she had lectured Cindy on the importance
of saving her body for the right man. And yet, what else could the man have meant?
Cindy looked up into the faces of the two men hovering over her tightly bound body.
What she saw was not reassuring. The huge man named Willy was staring as though
mesmerized at the long expanse of white thigh that showed clearly beneath her short
skirt, tiny droplets of spittle running down his chin from the corners of his mouth.
Even worse, the man who said he was "the boss" was slowly undressing her with his
eyes, letting his gaze travel up and down her defenseless body with a cruel look of
anticipation on his swarthy face, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire.
Cindy was half wild with fear. This was not possible, but she was becoming more and
more certain that it was true. She was going to be raped by these men who had been
entrusted with the task of driving her to the rest home. It didn't make sense to her.
Surely they knew that she could report them to someone when they arrived and yet
they didn't appear worried in the least about the possible punishment for their actions.
Finally, she gathered her nerve enough to speak.
"Please, sir," she began timidly, addressing herself to the dark-haired man who seemed
to be in charge. "You said I should just relax and enjoy it. Enjoy what?"
"Don't worry about it, kid," he chortled. "We're just going to have a little fun, that's all.
We know you're tense and we're gonna calm down your nerves a little."
"Say what you mean," she whispered as her throat constricted in fear.
The slim man leaned over her and let his hands play over the smooth rounded contours
of her breasts, and in spite of the knowledge of the helplessness of her situation, she
still tried hopelessly to squirm away. The salacious smile that twisted his face told her
all she needed to know.
"No, please, don't..." she gasped as tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes. "Don't
touch me like that... no one has ever..."
The dark man's face lit up in sadistic delight. "A virgin, huh?" he gloated as a dark fire
of excitement began to gleam from his eyes. "Well, then you just relax because I'm
gonna pop that cherry nice and easy. And, if you don't give me any trouble, why you'll
probably enjoy it too." He gave an extra vicious squeeze to her breast.
"Oh, God, please, no. You can't do that to me... please, don't," she begged piteously.
She tried again to struggle free, but could not. The canvas straps across her shoulders
and hips were just too tight. She moaned in protest as the man called Willy began
sliding his hand up between her tightly-clenched thighs until he almost touched the
sensitive hidden valley between her legs. In desperation, she tried to lock her thighs
even closer together, but the grinning man rotated his huge meaty hand between her
long, smooth limbs, prying them relentlessly apart. She heard the moonfaced man catch
his breath in childish delight as her strength began to fail and her thighs slowly fell
apart, revealing the white nylon panties that covered the downy vee of her pubic area.
"L-l-look at this, Les," he stuttered excitedly to the darkhaired man who was still
sadistically manipulating her full, heaving breasts. "L-look at her c-cunt! Kin I take her
silky panties off? Kin I, huh? P-please, Les?"
The dark-haired man called Les either did not hear him or was too engrossed in
squeezing and pinching Cindy's breasts to answer. Willy took his silence to mean
approval and wasted no more time. As he gaped at Les's hands coursing hungrily over
the girl's trembling breasts, his own hands slipped down around the sides of her hips.
Lustful fires burning in his eyes, the huge man pulled and squeezed for a moment at
the full-rounded globes of her buttocks and then with a sudden impatience moved both
hands to the elastic band at the top of her panties. He hooked his finger into the nylon
and, with a last frightened glance at the other man, began to peel them slowly down
over the full rounded curves of her hips.
Cindy jerked as she felt the protective covering being removed from the lower part of
her body. She was half wild with fear now, nothing could alter the horrible truth, there
was no way to avoid the fact. She was going to be raped! Her buttocks quivered
convulsively from the thought of what her fate was surely to be in a few short minutes.
There was nothing in the world that could save her now.
If only her father hadn't died, if. only her mother hadn't become interested in all those
crazy schemes for self-improvement. If only she had run away from home long ago. A
thousand "ifs" raced through her frantic mind until suddenly she was forced back to
reality by the cool touch of Les's fingertips against the warm flesh of her breasts. He
had worked around the straps to unbutton her blouse and pull the sides open, and now
was slowly insinuating his fingers under the taut flimsy material of her bra. She felt as if
his eyes were boring right through her body as his hands worked on what he could not
see. She could see a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his
white trousers and his nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over
the smooth silky softness of her flesh. As his breath began to come harder and faster,
the dark-haired man suddenly gave a snort of impatience and, wedging one hand into
each cup of the flimsy lace brassiere, roughly jerked them apart.
She gasped as he pulled the two halfs of the now-ruined piece of underwear away from
her breasts and pushed them down into the crevice between her ribs and her tightly
bound arms. Her full young breasts, large and resilient, stood high and proud, the
nipples springing into defensive hardness from the sudden exposure to the cool air in
the van. Cindy heard the swarthy man growl hungrily as he cupped the full round
ripeness of her right breasts and squeezed it hard, bringing a groan from the young
girl's lips. Then, he proceeded to pinch the hard small nipple between his thumb and
forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her
squirming desperately to get away from the humiliating and painful manipulation.
Both Cindy and the dark, slim man had forgotten the idiot Willy who had been sitting
quietly at the foot of the stretcher, gazing in fascination at the pink pouting little lips of
her pussy, surrounded by silky blonde tendrils of hair. Thin lines of spittle drooled from
his slack mouth as he leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with vicious desire. Suddenly,
the huge man's hand leapt forward and clamped down tight against her, covering the
whole of the junction of her thighs and buttocks. Cindy uttered a strangled groan and
tried helplessly to wriggle away, attempting with all her strength to evade the wildly
digging fingers that were suddenly thrusting and probing at her unprotected vagina.
She tried closing her legs, but it was no use. The lust-deranged man grasped one of her
knees and pressed it out toward the edge of the stretcher as he dug wildly into her
sensitive flesh.
Suddenly, he found what he had been looking for and with a sudden forward lunge,
wormed his middle finger into the wet smooth opening between her thighs.
"Aaaaaaaiiiieeeee," she screamed frantically as the thick blunt finger rammed into her
like a red hot poker, pushing through the tight ring of her virginity and into the warm
wet cavern beyond. He ground his thick probing finger around and around without
mercy inside her painfully expanding channel, while the defenseless girl groaned and
thrashed her legs in agony before the crazed attack on her naked genitals. It felt as
though her narrow passage were on fire as she could feel the slight tearing of her flesh.
She knew that the symbol of her virginity that she had protected for so long was being
ripped away like just another piece of clothing. Her body went limp from the sudden
pain, but then through her daze of shock and anguish she saw the dark-haired man leap
from where he stood beside her to tackle the moronic Willy.
She felt the thick wriggling finger wrench from between the throbbing fleshy folds of
her tortured cunt as the much smaller man knocked the slavering half-wit off the
stretcher and against the far wall of the moving van.
"Goddamn you, Willy," Les shouted angrily. "I told you to keep your hands off her, you
idiot! Look, now she's bleeding! You popped her goddamned cherry, you stupid son of
a bitch. If you don't leave her alone, I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born!"
The dark-haired man's face was twisted with barely contained fury.
"I-I just w-wanted to f-feel her c-c-cunt," the dazed Willy mumbled. "She d-don't
belong t-to you, L-Les." Even while he defended himself, the man's tiny eyes gleamed
with fear.
Les leaned over and glared into Willy's face. He began to speak slowly, his voice
carrying an undertone of cruel promise. "You just touch her one more time, you moron
– you even come near her, and I'll tell the doctor you need a couple of shock
treatments. Would you like that, Willy boy, or are you going to do exactly as I say?"
Willy cringed back against the wall of the ambulance as the other's cold verbal attack
began to register on his dim mind. It was obvious that he knew exactly what shock
treatments were and that he was deathly afraid of being subjected to them. The huge
half-wit nodded sulkily like a chastized child, then scrambled to his feet and shuffled
toward the front of the van. Les glared at the retreating figure but nothing more was
said to breach the silence of the ambulance, punctuated only by the purr of the engine
and the muffled sobs of Cindy, still strapped down to the stretcher in helpless
subjection.
Les turned his burning gaze back to the full mounds of Cindy's breasts, protruding firm
and round from below the thick canvas strap across her shoulders. His upper lip curled
in sadistic delight as he considered the lush feast waiting in helpless acceptance before
him.
"Now, kid," he rasped hoarsely, while his cruelly gleaming eyes moved down to the
exposed area of her ravished pubic mound, "I'm gonna show you something like you
probably haven't ever seen before and then we're gonna have a lot of run."
In her despair, the young girl didn't move or answer, but turned her eyes away as she
heard the rough sound of a zipper being pulled down. Then suddenly, she felt the
man's fingers tangle in her long, blonde hair and harshly pull her head around to face
him. Her eyes opened automatically and her mouth dropped open in horror at what she
saw – a long, thick, white rod of hard male penis hovering a few inches from her face.
It was huge and webbed all along the underside with heavy throbbing veins, a grim
indication of the lustful state the man had already been worked into by the sight of her
tender virginal flesh.
Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his slim torso to his face, a piteous and
useless plea for mercy in her eyes. There was none to be found. Nothing met her gaze
but a cold, lustful face staring down at her.
"Nice, isn't it, kid?" he tormented her, obviously enjoying her fear.
She tried to answer, but her voice was lost somewhere deep in her chest.
He chuckled throatily and then she felt his hand tracing up the soft, hot flesh of her
inner thighs, pushing her rumpled skirt even higher on her hips. A groan escaped her
lips as again the full realization of her position flashed through her mind.
"Oh, no!" she gasped, jerking forward as the man's middle finger thrust between her
thighs into the soft, sensitive folds surrounding her vagina. His fingers searched slowly
for a moment, parting the protective lips and wandering over the burning bud of her
clitoris before they found their velvety quarry. Instinctively, she recoiled before his
touch, clenching her buttocks and clasping her thighs together, trapping his probing
hand between them.
"Now, kid," he said softly, "it will go easier all around if you just relax and enjoy this.
After all* you have no choice. It can be fun or not, but it's up to you."
"No, no, please! I can't. It's no fair," she groaned. "I've never done anything like this
before."
The dark man snorted in amusement. "Well, that's gonna make it even more fun, kid.
There's got to be a first time for everything. Now, open up!"
He gave one brutal push with his forearm and Cindy felt all the desperate strength she
had mustered in her terror give way. Her body shuddered and she groaned as she felt
his finger slip into her now wet and open passage. She bit on her lower lip in an effort
to keep from screaming out with the pain that moved with his thick finger inside her
stretching vagina. Every muscle in her bound body had reached the breaking point and
she could no longer find the strength to even struggle against the vicious fondling of
her secret parts. After all, she reasoned vaguely,, what did it matter now? Her virginity
was lost, thanks to the vile attack she had been subjected to a few moments before by
the moronic sadist who now sat in the front seat with the driver. Now, there was
nothing left but her horror, whatever that was, and this lewdly grinning man beside her
apparently cared nothing for that. In fact, he even seemed to enjoy the thought of
stripping her of the tattered remains of her dignity.
Thank you, Mother, thank you very much, ran crazily through her mind. It was too
bad, she thought bitterly, that her mother couldn't see where her crazy scheme had led
her innocent daughter. It was too bad she couldn't see what had happened to that very
virginity she had tried so hard to protect.
And then she gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers that had enlarged and
stretched the now lubricated walls of her young pussy slip wetly out with a moist
sucking sound. She watched forlornly as he pushed her legs even further apart, until
her feet hung lewdly over the edges of the stretcher, and then got on his knees between
her parted thighs. His hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened penis, guiding it
slowly and deliberately between the full, fleshy lips of her cunt.
She tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt the first
soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her trembling pussy. She
held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as the slow agonizing pressure
increased. It was soft at first and then when he met his first resistance, he pressurized
forward harder.
"Ooooooooh, God, noooooo!" she gasped painfully.
He pushed forward again, ignoring her teary plea, flexing his buttocks until suddenly
the tip slipped through, stretching the tight resilient passage until she felt as though her
thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure. "Aaaaaaaaaaghl"
She flailed her legs wildly around the man's slender torso as he worked with all his
strength to hold her down. The agonizing shock of the sudden thrust sent new power
surging through her exhausted muscles and she squirmed and thrashed under her
bindings trying to escape the cruel impalement of her cunt.
She opened her eyes and saw with horror that his face was twisted into an evil sadistic
grin, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the vehicle. He was relishing the sight of her
suffering beneath the cruelty of the slow, relentless penetration of her helpless exposed
cunt.
"Hey, man, how is it?" she heard someone yell from the front of the speeding
ambulance.
The dark-haired man stopped his torturous pressure into her throbbing vagina long
enough to shout back to the driver, "Too bad it wasn't your turn, Jock. This one's a
cherry and she's got the tightest, sweetest little pussy you've ever seen. And she loves it
– don't you, kid?" he added, thrusting his thick cock another agonizing inch into her
aching passageway.
Cindy's only reply was a small scream of pain and horror, but she heard the man in the
front of the vehicle laugh appreciatively.
Then the grin twisting Les's face gave way to a contorted grimace of sheer, raw lust, as
if he could barely stand it any longer, this debauched sight of a teenaged girl, innocent
and utterly helpless beneath him, with the head of his cock submerged in the warm wet
mouth of her pussy.
His head fell loosely back as his loins rammed forward and his thick rock-hard cock
speared into the futilely struggling girl without mercy. It raced into her with a roaring
fury, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vagina in velvety waves before it. Suddenly his
pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her uprised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap
that reverberated through the ambulance like a slap across the face.
Cindy moaned in pain and humiliation as her vagina felt as though his plunging cock
had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds. His thick hard cock was sunk to its hilt in
her quivering white belly and she could feel the hardness of its lust-hardened head
pressed tight against her cervix. It was as if a white hot pole of fire had been forced into
her, and there wasn't one tiny ridge of its length she could not feel as it pressed tightly
against the soft, tender walls of her cunt.
He lay unmoving for a moment, his face directly above hers. She too did not stir, afraid
to move for fear of the agony it would cause. Then, she felt his hands slide around the
curves of her hips and grasp, one in each hand, the rounded globes of her quivering
buttocks. First slowly, then with more and more power, he began to pump into her,
expanding her wet soft passage with each thrust he made inside her. Her tears of shame
and humiliation continued to flow. There was no stopping him and there was nothing
she could do but accept the vile rape of her defenseless body without resistance.
Sweat broke out on the man's forehead as he seemed to push farther and farther into
her until their bodies met solidly. It seemed to Cindy that there was no feeling in her
body except there at her vagina, where the pain began to blend with a strangely
pleasurable sensation which grew stronger with each jerk and thrust. Her quiet sobs
and groans mingled piteously with the man's gasps of passion while her quivering
breasts danced in the air with each vicious, slamming thrust he made into her.
As he rammed into her, the white-jacketed man squeezed all around her soft, quivering
buttocks, his fingers teasing excitedly at her cringing tiny puckered anus while he
continued to skewer and drive into her with growing frenzy. His body was turning into
an inhuman mass of pounding lust, working madly against the squirming beautiful
tender flesh below him. She could feel his heated cock growing unbelievable thicker and
thicker inside her ravaged belly as he ground sadistically into her with a wave of savage
delight flickering across his passion contorted face.
Cindy's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous whine that filled the ambulance
like a distant siren. He was growing deep inside her until she began to wonder through
the dim haze of her pain-fogged mind if he wouldn't split her in two. Then, oh God,
the thought that he was going to cum in her; maybe even make her pregnant. Her tears
cascaded in torrents down the sides of her face, dampening the tousled gold of her long
blonde hair. Her buttocks clenched in a futile gesture of defense against this last
obscene indignity. This last willful movement was what finally drove the man to his
orgasm. With a deep-throated moan, Les rammed his driving cock deep into the young
teenagers warm, wet carvern and shot his lewd hot sperm deep up into her wide-swept
cuntal passage. She trembled in helpless submission beneath him as he emptied himself
with spurt after spurt deep up inside her, filling her womb almost to the bursting point.
Then... it was suddenly over. Her tormentor lifted his exhausted body from between her
trembling legs and stumbled up to the front of the van, leaving Cindy sobbing out her
humiliation and fear on the stretcher. As she lay, stripped of her virginity and self
respect, she could feel the cool night air rushing with a soothing swirl against the 
nonempty passage, cooling the trickles of warm sperm that already drizzled down between
her buttocks, overflowing from her forever stretched vagina.
Vague thoughts of escape flickered through her dazed mind but as she began to
struggle feebly against the canvas straps, she was again aware of the dark-haired man
leaning over her.
"Where do you think you're going, kid?" he asked with a confident smile on his face.
"After a time like that, do you think we'd want to lose you?" He clicked his tongue
against the roof of his mouth and Cindy suddenly something metallic glistening in his
hand. "I've got just the thing to calm you down, kid," he said softly.
She felt a sharp jab on her left bicep...
"Well, well, my dear, and how do we feel this morning?"
The deep masculine voice jolted Cindy out of her revery and she opened her eyes to see
a tall, kind-faced man with a graying beard leaning over her bed. She was still in the
cell-like room, but the presence of this man made it seem not quite so cold and
forbidding. The horrible memories of her experience in the ambulance began to recede
as she basked in the warmth of this man's friendly paternal smile.
"I'm fine, I think," she answered slowly, stretching her muscles and realizing with
surprise that her drugged lethargy had all but disappeared while she had been
remembering about the rape in the ambulance.
"That's just wonderful," he enthused. "We always make it a practice to give our patients
a little sedative on the way to Sunnydale, just to make the transition a little easier for
them, you know. It's quite a shock to most people to learn that they are going to a
place like this." He smiled understandingly, then added, "Of course, you realize that
you're not a run-of-the-mill patient. No, we have a few like you that are more or less
visitors here, just with us for a short period of intensive therapy for their special
conditions."
Cindy stared at him questioningly. "Just what is my special condition?" she asked. "I
didn't even know I had one."
"Oh, of course, I'm sure you didn't. Many times it takes a very discerning person, like
your mother, to spot these things while they're still forming." He patted her shoulder
consolingly. "But don't worry about it. It's perfectly normal for a girl your age to
develop a father fixation, especially when your father's been dead only a few years."
Cindy almost laughed out loud. A father fixation! Why Cindy had been the one who
had been forced to adjust almost immediately when her father died in an automobile
accident. She had had no choice as her mother was in a state of hysteria for almost two
weeks after the funeral – and now she, Cindy, was supposed to have some kind of
unnatural attachment to her father. How silly could her mother be?
"My dear," he interrupted her thoughts, moving back from the bed. "Why don't we go
down to my office, and there, we can discuss the therapy I have planned for you. I'm
sure well have you straightened out in no time at all."
The doctor handed her a white cotton robe-like garment and discreetly turned away
when she got out of bed and wrapped it around her, tying the drawstrings tightly
around her tiny waist. It was little better covering than the sheet she had wrapped
around her naked body earlier that morning, but, she thought with resignation, it at
least had the appearance of regular clothing.
While she dressed herself in the hospital gown, the man informed her that he was Dr.
Peter Frisch, the founder, owner and resident psychiatrist of Sunnydale, her home for
the next three months.
A few moments later, she was walking beside the doctor along the narrow green
corridor on the way to his office.


Chapter 2

As Cindy began to dig into the hearty breakfast of eggs and sausage she found awaiting
her in Dr. Frisch's plush office, the doctor began to explain to her some of the history
of Sunnydale. From the looks of the office, she never would have guessed that it was in
the same building as the spartan, cell-like room in which she had awakened that
morning. The floor was covered with deep pile carpet and the walls were paneled with
wood. One entire wall was covered by a huge gilt-framed mirror and the desk and huge
couch on which she was now seated were modern and luxurious. It was a beautiful
room and Cindy almost could not believe it when the doctor told her that the building
had originally been an old Victorian hospital he had remodeled to be an asylum for the
mentally incompetent and a "retreat" for his "special" patients.
"You, my dear, are one of the selected patients," he went on. "So I advise you not to go
wandering around the building. All the other patients are hopelessly insane and they
are not a pretty sight for one so young. I wish I did not have to take them, but the
income they bring makes it possible for me to continue to help people with my special
therapy. Otherwise, I could not afford to keep the institution going.*
"But, why don't you just open an office like other psychiatrists?" Cindy asked between
mouthfuls. "Wouldn't it be much simpler that way?"
For the first time, the doctor appeared slightly uncomfortable, and he averted his eyes
from Cindy's questioning look. "Well, you see, my dear, my methods are rather, um,
unconventional. Most psychiatrists frown on them. In fact, I decided that it would be
wiser to avoid telling your mother all about them. I merely guaranteed that I would
completely rid you of your neurosis."
Cindy remembered her experience in the ambulance and wondered for a moment if
that could be part of his "special therapy," but that was too unbelievable, she decided.
In fact, she thought, she might as well tell the doctor what had happened now, so those
men would not be allowed to. do the same thing again.
"Dr. Frisch, there's something I want to tell you about," she began hesistantly, not quite
knowing how to go about relating her story.
"Fine, fine, my dear," he said heartily, rubbing his hands together. "Something about
your dear father?"
"Not quite," she said drily. "Those men you sent to take me from my home last night...
They... Well, they..." She felt suddenly a little frightened, not quite sure she wanted to
go on with the story. It was so humiliating and yet, he had to be told. Tears of misery
again formed in her blue eyes as she tried to think of the right words and then, she
finally blurted it out: "One of them raped me... I was a virgin... I didn't want... It was
awful!" Overcome by the intensity of her feelings, she hung her head and began openly
sobbing, but to her surprise, the doctor made no attempt to comfort her, or even to say
that he was sorry, and finally, feeling very foolish, she stopped crying.
"My dear," the doctor said at last, 'let me explain something to you. In cases such as
yours, there is an important factor called the Electro, Complex. This means that a
certain girl, such as yourself, is so much in love with her father or the memory of her
father that she wants to sleep with him."
Ignoring Cindy's look of shocked indignation, the doctor continued his blunt
discussion in a completely matter-of-fact voice.
"This wish is so strong that she begins to regard her sexuality as something meant only
for her father. Therefore, she tries to place an extremely high value on such
unimportant things as her virginity and her so-called honor. The reason, my dear, that
you are here is so that we can correct this problem." He smiled modestly and added,
"In fact you are very lucky to be able to benefit from my therapy. It is so time
consuming that I can only have one or two patients at a time, so I have to chose my
patients very carefully. It's much better when they're young so the emotional shock of
therapy is not so great."
Cindy's mind raced as she tried to understand what the doctor had said. No matter how
she interpreted his words, it all came out to the same horrifying result.
"You mean you told that man to rape me?" she asked in disbelief. "Are you trying to
say that rape is part of your 'special therapy'?"
The doctor looked extremely uncomfortable at her words. "I'm very sorry you feel that
way, my dear," he began slowly, then smiled brightly as he added, "But, you see, it
would not have been rape had you not valued your virginity so highly, now would it?"
Cindy didn't know what to say. What the doctor said seemed right and yet, why bad
she been saving her virginity all these years? Certainly not for her father, she thought
indignantly. Yet, here she was in a mental institution because someone thought exactly
that. They had already raped her, and God knows what else they had planned for her
therapy. It was crazy! Impossibly weird! She tried to keep down the panic that was
again rising in her mind and attempted to think of a way out. Here she was in a mental
institution so she knew no one would believe her if she tried to call the police. There
was only one thing to do, she had to play along with them and hope for a chance to
escape from this place and the mad doctor who ran it.
Forcing herself to appear calm, she looked up into the doctor's eyes and tried to smile.
"You're probably absolutely right about me. I kind of suspected it myself," she lied. "I
hope you can help me, Doctor."
Cindy could see the relief evident on the man's face. "Well, that's just wonderful, my
dear," he said, smiling happily. For the first time, Cindy noticed his eyes flickering over
her lightly clad body. "I'm sure well both enjoy my little cure very much."
Cindy fought down the little butterflies of fear that were fluttering in her stomach.
Instinctively, she drew her arms around her breasts. They hung loose and partly
exposed by the front opening of the robe they had given her to wear and she felt nearly
naked and vulnerable to his stare.
Mustering all her courage, she managed to once again place a smile on her face, then
said, "If you don't mind, Dr. Frisch, could we begin my therapy tomorrow? All this has
been quite a shock to me. I'd like a little time to get used to being here, if that's 
all right with you."
"Nonsense, my dear," the doctor said, waving away her hopeful suggestion. "We have
everything all ready for you to begin your treatment this morning. In fact, one of my
other special patients is going to participate, too." He smiled understandingly at her
look of undisguised fear. "Now, don't worry, my dear. You won't have to do a thing for
now. Just sit back and relax."
That man in the ambulance told me to relax too, she thought bitterly. But now, she was
determined not to let the doctor know that she did not want to go through with the
therapy – she must act like she wanted it; it was her only chance to escape this place.
"Oh, that's fine," she said brightly, "as long as I don't have to do anything... I'm very
tired."
The doctor rose from where he had been sitting behind his desk and walked over to
join her on the long, comfortable sofa that lined one wall of the room. He sat down
beside her and patted her shoulder in a benevolent, fatherly manner.
"Wonderful, my dear," he murmured as he moved the breakfast tray to a small table
beside the couch. "Now, if you'll just direct your attention to that mirror across the
room, well go on with the next stage of your treatment."
Curious and a little frightened, Cindy looked at the huge mirror on the other side of
the room, but saw only herself and the doctor reflected in the glass. Confused, she
turned back to look at him, but he had twisted around and was fumbling with a switch
on the wall.
Suddenly the room was plunged into total darkness...


Chapter 3

Cindy heard the click of another switch and fell back againsst the cushions in
amazement. Where she had seen hers and the doctor's images a moment before,
another room appeared.
"What... what's going on?" she gasped.
"It's a two-way mirror, my dear," the doctor explained. "We can see into the room, but
they cannot see us."
The room through the mirror was even more surprising in its decor than the doctor's
office. Cindy thought it almost looked like something out of an old Victorian novel, it
was so luxurious and ornate. Everything was colored a deep, soft rose hue and a huge
double bed, covered in rich quilted satin, was placed against the wall opposite the
mirror. The walls were lined with lush velvet draperies and the carpet looked soft and
deep.
At first glance, Cindy thought the room looked almost silly with its elaborate and
voluptuous furnishings, but as she studied it more closely, it began to interest her. She
had never seen anything like it and yet she had the feeling that exciting and wonderful
things could happen in that room. Yes, there was nothing practical about the room; it
was almost as though it were made for pleasure. Suddenly, her thoughts were
interrupted as a door on one side of the bed opened and a woman entered. She looked
like she was about thirty, but Cindy thought that she was one of the most beautiful
women she had ever seen. Her figure was slender and perfectly proportioned and on
her face was a smile of happy anticipation. Cindy thought she looked as though she
belonged in that beautiful room, except for one thing – the woman was wearing a
hospital robe exactly like the one Cindy had on. Could she be the other "special
patient" Dr. Frisch had mentioned?
As if reading her thoughts, the doctor draped his arm around the back of the sofa and
squeezed the young blonde's shoulder as though he were reassuring her. "Ann is the
other special patient here right now," he said softly. "She's almost finished with her
program and today we are going to have a final test to see if she is ready to leave. I
believe you'll find it very interesting to see how she responds. I want you to put yourself
in her place, if you can."
Cindy nodded dumbly, only half listening to the doctor's words. Her eyes were glued to
the scene in front of her. While he had been talking, two men had come into the rose
colored bedroom and as they turned to face the mirror, she gasped in shocked horror.
One was the man who had raped her last night, and the other was the short, stocky
red-headed man who had driven the ambulance while she had been attacked!
For a brief moment, Cindy was fearful for the safety of the lovely woman with those
men, but one look at the woman's face was enough to quell her worry. Far from
appearing frightened, the woman appeared poised and joyful expectant as she stood
motionless beside the bed. As the two, unsmiling, white-jacketed men approached her,
she closed her eyes and a smile of delight played across her mouth.
Cindy shifted nervously in her seat. None of this was making sense to her. The plush
bedroom, the two ominous-looking men, and especially the lovely woman's reactions
were confusing her. Cindy was not sure what she had expected when the doctor talked
about his "therapy," but she hadn't thought it would be anything like this and she was
thoroughly bewildered and a little apprehensive.
"Those two men are the attendants for the special patients," she heard the doctor
murmur in the darkness of the office. "The dark one you met last night is Les. He's
rather clever, and he has a talent for creating the proper psychological atmosphere."
I'll say, Cindy thought sarcastically to herself, remembering how the man had frightened
her the night before with his subtle threats and cruel laughter.
"The other one is Jock," the psychiatrist continued. "Even though he looks small, he's
amazingly powerful. It's rather sad, but there are times when strength is necessary in
certain therapy sessions." She felt him again squeeze her shoulder before he added, "Of
course, I'm sure you won't run into that problem. You are being very cooperative, my
dear, and that's the best way."
Cindy's throat tightened in fear as she heard the doctor's words and digested their
meaning. She knew now that there was no retreat once she was with those men again,
so if she were going to escape before anything worse happened to her, she would have
to be very careful.
Once again, her train of thought was halted by the scene before her. The two men were
standing on either side of the attractive patient in the deep pink room and slowly, as if
teasing her, they began to run their hands over her robed body. Cindy could see that
they were barely touching her and yet the woman responded as though she had been
shocked by an electric wire. Her whole body tensed, then trembled slightly as the men's
finger-tips traveled up and down her torso, lingering provocatively at certain sensitive
areas.
Cindy felt suddenly embarrassed. It wasn't right, she thought, for her to watch this. It
certainly wasn't fair to that woman to spy on her and, besides, it was making Cindy feel
terribly uncomfortable. She stirred restlessly on the leather couch, but the doctor's arm
tightened around her shoulder.
"You must sit still and watch this," he said firmly. "I want you to place yourself in that
room. You are that woman. Concentrate!
Realizing that she had no choice in the matter, Cindy clenched her jaw and forced
herself to go on watching the spectacle before her. As she watched, she saw the two
men slowly slip the white cotton robe down from around the woman's shoulders. Cindy
gasped as the woman's firm, ripe breasts burst into freedom. They stood high and
proud, their quivering, turgid nipples standing out, then peaking higher as the woman
raised her arms to free them of the hospital gown.
They slipped the garment slowly downwards, exposing the woman's slender, sinewy
torso, her dark pubic vee, then the full rounded thighs and calves. As the robe was
tossed aside, the woman stretched languidly as though to display her body to the two
men, but still their faces showed no interest or emotion. For a moment, Cindy wondered 
if they had seen her like this many times before.
The woman lay back on the bed now and smiled up at the two men as they stood
beside her. Cindy could see her mouth opening and closing as they began to massage
her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into tight, throbbing
hardness. Her feet were pointed directly at the two-way mirror through which Cindy
watched, and as the woman's legs scissored open and closed in her mounting passion,
Cindy could see the thin slit of her vagina, nestled like a glistening pink blossom in the
soft dark pubic hair between her thighs. Her buttocks began to squirm slowly down
against the satin coverlet and sheer, wanton desire gleamed from the woman's half
closed eyes as Les began to work his finger up and down the length of the woman's
wet, pink slit.
As she watched, Cindy remembered one night when she had started thinking about
what it would feel like to have a boy's penis go inside of her. She had gotten so excited
that she had shoved her own middle finger into the narrow passageway down between
her legs and jerked it in and out, trying to relieve the fires that had built up in her
loins. She had given it up just a moment before her mother had barged into her
bedroom with an article on health foods and, feeling guilty, Cindy had never tried it
again. Now, she blushed slightly at the remembrance of what she had done. She
squirmed nervously against the cushion and felt an electric shock of sensation as a hard
seam brushed against her vulva. It felt good, she thought in surprise, and somewhere in
her mind she wished she could put her fingers inside herself again. Something about
what was going on in that bedroom was making her feel that hot, itchy feeling between
her legs again.
As she sat completely engrossed in what was going on in the next room, Cindy
suddenly realized that she was breathing harder and her mouth felt very dry. Once
again, as if reading her mind, the doctor came to her aid and she felt him pressing a tall
glass of something cold into her hand. Without thinking, the young girl downed the
refreshing liquid, attempting to cool some of the warmth the woman's passion was
transmitting to her own body. Only as she felt the burning sting of the liquid as it
passed her throat did Cindy realize that it was some sort of alcoholic beverage. But the
soothing warmth that quickly spread through her tingling body made her thankful that
the doctor had given it to her.
Completely fascinated now, she stared at the woman on the bed. Under the expert
hands of the two men, she seemed to be going mad and as she thrashed on the nowrumpled 
coverlet, Cindy imagined that the woman was begging for something, pleading
frantically for some kind of release for the excitement the men had created in her naked
body. Relaxed by the liquor she had drunk so quickly, Cindy squirmed down on the
cushion again, not caring if the doctor observed her movements. The young girl could
feel wetness spreading between her thighs and she wriggled slightly to gain greater
contact with the cushion. The hard leather rubbed excitingly against her tiny rising
clitoris through the flimsy hospital gown.
With a sudden burst of perspective, Cindy abruptly realized that something strange was
happening to her. She had never felt like this before. Was it that she was no longer a
virgin? she wondered, or the depraved scene that she was now witnessing? Perhaps it
was the liquor or the doctor's encouragement to free herself of her "false values."
Whatever it was, she didn't feel like the same innocent teenager who had walked into
this office only a few hours ago. She felt like someone else and it frightened her a bit,
but she didn't want to think about it now. Her fascination with the scene in front of her
was beginning to stimulate completely new sensations in her young body, even against
her will, against all that she had ever been taught.
Trying desperately to regain control of her senses, Cindy leaned back against the couch,
still careful not to break the contact with the edge of the leather cushion pressed into
the damp crevice between her fevered young thighs and found herself leaning into the
doctor's arm. Too distraught to even think about what she was doing, she allowed
herself to relax against it and again directed her attention to the two-way mirror. She
barely noticed as the doctor's hand slipped down to the bulge of her left breast.
Suddenly, she saw the two men move away from the woman on the bed. Cindy gasped
in sympathy for the woman as she watched her stare pleadingly up at the men, say
something with a mouth contorted by passion. Their faces remained stony and
uncaring. But the woman on the bed was worked to such a fever pitch of sexual frenzy
that she now wanted nothing but release, no matter how she got it.
Turning away in despair from her tormentors, the woman began to run her own hands
madly over her body, her fingertips dancing over her smooth firm belly and coming to a
halt at the silken hair of her heaving pubic mound. Cindy could almost hear the
woman's groan as her fingers slipped downward to the soft hair-covered lips of her
vagina and spread them slowly apart until the wet pink cleft was fully visible and the
glistening mouth-like opening gaped hungrily. The woman's wanton grinding
movements slowed to a halt as she slowly inserted her own middle finger into the warm
fleshy folds of her cunt.
Cindy felt petrified with shock as she watched the woman stroking her bud-like clitoris
while the two men stood by and watched with completely blank faces. She felt the
doctor's hand squeeze tighter on her breast, but she no longer had the will to argue.
She felt hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the woman on the
bed increased in tempo and her index finger was added to the other already working
itself inside the warm pink edges of her excitedly contracting cunt. The woman's legs
thrashed out and her hips rose and fell in time with the deep probing thrusts of her twp
fingers. Then, suddenly, Cindy gasped as she saw the woman add a third finger to the
invasion of her wet vaginal passage, widening the surrounding pink lips until they were
thin with the strain.
The shock of the sight brought Cindy back to reality and only the doctor's tight
grasping of her now-tingling breast kept her from leaping to her feet and running from
the room. Even though the doctor had told her that this was some kind of therapy the
young girl knew that this was all wrong. She was being forced to witness a scene from a
part of life that she had never known and it was too much for her to accept all at one
time. She wanted to escape, but how?
The psychiatrist sensed her inner struggle and tightening his arm around her shoulder,
he whispered into her ear. "You must try to concentrate, my dear. It is always hard the
first time, but remember, you have no choice right now. There is no way out. You must
learn to face what is real in life."
Defeated, Cindy slumped back against his arm. His words echoed in her mind and she
tried desperately to understand what the doctor was trying to do. Had she not been
facing reality? she wondered to herself. For the first time since she had arrived in
Sunnyvale, it occurred to her that her mother and the doctor might be correct in their
analysis of her problem. It was true that she had never faced anything like this before
and that it was affecting her in ways she never would have imagined. She waited in
anticipation and nervous fear of her own emotions to see what would happen next. The
relaxing warmth of the liquor the doctor had given her drifted lazily through her veins,
easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through her own body. Completely
confused, she leaned against the doctor's shoulder, foggily determined, somehow, to
keep her guard up.
The woman on the bed had become like a crazed demon, her face contorted with the
effort of her frantic manipulations. Cindy could see her fingers driving in deeper and
harder into the tight pink opening as her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow.
Her eyes were wild with frustration, yet, still she tried, her hand beating a mad rhythm
against the jogging, heaving buttocks, faster and more wild with each passing second of
her struggle for orgasm.
Suddenly, Cindy jumped, her hand grabbing the doctor's arm tightly, as she saw the
idiot Willy enter the scene in the bedroom, leading a monstrous, golden Great Dane
dog on a leash. The woman on the bed also responded in terror, her eyes widening and
her hand flying to the back of her mouth to keep from screaming. Cindy shuddered in
fear as she saw the woman try to rise from the bed, but stop quickly as the dog strained
toward her, his teeth bared menacingly.
"What... what are you going to do to that poor woman?" Cindy managed to gasp to the
doctor beside her as she saw the halfwit release the huge animal from its chain. The dog
immediately lept onto the bed and stood threateningly over the frightened woman, his
great panting head positioned just above her still-exposed, defenseless crotch.
"Just watch, my dear," the doctor answered smugly. "But don't worry about Ann. The
dog is well-trained. He knows what to do."
Cindy sat tensed on the edge of the seat, closely identifying with the woman who now
lay paralyzed with fear on the bed. Yet, something about the situation excited and
fascinated her. She couldn't look away. The weird thought of that beautiful woman
lying naked and defenseless beneath that monstrous dog sent unexpected shivers of a
strange fevered excitement tingling through her and she trembled uncontrollably for a
moment. The doctor pressed another glass of the chilled liquor into her hand and the
young girl swallowed it gladly. Once again, the alcohol had the desired effect and, as
the smooth warmth radiated out from her stomach, she leaned gratefully into the
doctor's arm, her eyes glued to the spectacle before her.
The drink had not only relaxed her body, but was beginning to wear down her
resistance to what was occurring around her. She could not muster the will to resist as
she felt the psychiatrist's hand move gently to cup the softness of her large, firm breast,
trapping the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, just the way Les had done the
night before in the ambulance. She was amazed to discover that it felt good if she did
not fight the sensation and her nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging hand
and tweaking fingers.
Suddenly, it seemed silly to Cindy that she had been so frightened and humiliated only
moments before. There was a strange fascination in the lewd debauchery of her
surroundings and she no longer struggled as she felt herself being relentlessly drawn
into the whirlpool of new passions. She squirmed tighter in the seat, feeling the cushion
pressing deeper into the rapidly moistening little crevice down between her thighs. The
smoothness of the leather excited the sensitive pink lips of her vagina and she felt tiny
waves of pleasure throbbing in the swelling bud of her clitoris.
Her thoughts returned to the stage as she heard a slight involuntary gasp from the
doctor beside her. The monstrous dog was lowering his head to the helpless woman's
up-turned cunt and suddenly his tongue lolled out and slid over the tender pink flesh,
all the way from the tight puckered hole of her anus up to the tiny burning nodule of
her clitoris. The dog's stubby tail trembled as though he had found a wild bitch in heat.
The woman tensed, then tried to squirm away and Cindy saw the three men in the
room move closer to the bed as though to restrain her if it became necessary. The dog
dropped his great head and lapped again, his long flat tongue parting her soft curling
pubic hair and flicking relentlessly between the woman's wide-spread legs, stopping
intermittently to curl its way deep into her nakedly writhing pussy.
Cindy's entire body was covered with goose bumps created by her first contact with the
sexual stimulation that results from indulging in something so morally forbidden. She
couldn't believe the change that was coming over the woman on the bed. Suddenly, her
terrified squirming ceased and she began raising her buttocks to meet each stroking lick
of the Great Dane's long saliva dripping tongue. Then, to Cindy's shocked amazement,
the woman, her eyes bulging wide with desire, reached down and grasped the dog's
head, kicking her legs up to pull the dog's nose deep into her well-lubricated vulva.
It was as though the woman had gone mad. Jerking and writhing on the satin coverlet,
she thrust her pelvis upward to meet each ravishing thrust of the animal's giant tongue.
Her lips stretched out, baring her teeth, and Cindy could almosts hear the woman's
incoherent shrieks for more, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal drooling
between her grinding upturned buttocks for more.
But, once again, Cindy saw that the woman was apparently going to be denied her
fulfillment. Les had walked up and pulled the animal back away from the woman,
mouthing some kind of order to the brute. With desperate pleading in her eyes, the
woman on the bed begged the men for compassion, for release, and Cindy saw Les say
something to her. Her face a mask of indignance and horror, the woman shook her
head violently in reply to the man's words, but a moment later, Cindy saw the woman's
expression change to a mixture of both resignation and uncontrolled lust. Her natural
resistance had vanished under the maddening torture of the Great Dane's tongue and,
fighting down her revulsion, the woman bent over to touch the sheath that enclosed the
beast's penis.
Cindy's heart beat crazily as she watched the woman take hold of the hairy sheath and
begin milking it, first gently, then with increasing confidence. Cindy flinched in fear as
the animal began responding, his natural savage lust kindling and jerking his muscles
to life, but the woman labored slowly and carefully, squirming her own buttocks into
the satin coverlet to further ignite the fires raging in her own loins.
A strange combination of pleasure and fear showed on the woman's face as the
glistening wet penis slipped out from its furry casing, dancing and jumping in her hand
as the Great Dane began to hump obscenely and squirt tiny jets of semen on the bed.
Then, at another command from the dark-haired man holding the animal, the woman
twisted around on the bed, then climbed on her hands and knees.
Cindy, too, was beginning to wonder if she had last control of her senses. The insistent
aching hunger deep in her belly was getting stronger every moment she sat there
viewing the obscene spectacle. She was breathing harder, almost gasping for air as she
squirmed frantically down against the sofa cushion with the wet, swollen lips of her
burning pussy, trying vainly to quell the newly-aroused needs that were driving her to
distraction. The doctor's hands working expertly over her swollen, tingling breasts only
made her more distressed, and yet she could not find the will to ask him to stop.
Glassy-eyed, she gazed in abject fascination at the strange drama being enacted before
her innocent eyes.
The woman was obediently kneeling now, elevating her wide-spread buttocks before the
slavering face of the aroused beast yet still Les held the straining animal back. Sobbing
with frustration, the woman looked back, begging the sadistically grinning man for
what she needed so badly. Then, suddenly, he let loose of the big dog's collar.
In a moment, the huge animal mounted the woman's waiting body, planting his paws
on her back. Cindy saw that some kind of cloth covering had been wrapped around the
dog's forefeet to protect the woman's back from his sharp claws. The long, tapered
penis quickly found the hot wet crevice between the woman's parted thighs, and the
animal shuddered and humped as he tried desperately to find the opening to plunge his
thick glistening shaft in her body.
Wild with desire, the woman began to rotate her pelvis, trying to capture the dripping
scarlet rod in her starving vaginal cleft as the dumb beast mindlessly thrust forward,
missing the target each time. Again and again, the narrow point slid unsuccessfully
down the hair-framed valley, rubbing maddeningly against the woman's distended
clitoris.
Cindy held her breath, in agony with the woman on the bed, sharing her frustrations,
wantonly grinding her own pelvis into the cool leather of the cushion. Somewhere, deep
in her mind, she desperately wished that she, Cindy, not the other "special patient," was
there in that rose-colored bedroom, waiting for the huge animal to skewer her on his
long, throbbing scarlet prick.
At last, tossing aside all dignity and shame, the woman boldly and deliberately reached
back to grasp the canine's long slippery penis in her hand and guided the point of it
into her pink wet slit. Her body shook and jerked with the strain of the animal's weight
as the great dog lunged forward, stroking into her, inch after inch of his thick cock
disappearing into her with each new pile-driving forward thrust of his lean furry flanks.
Unconsciously, Cindy let out a great sigh of contentment when she saw that at last the
great cock had slipped all the way into the woman's tortured pussy, spreading the
vaginal lips far apart. Wasting no more time, the Great Dane began to slam in and out
of the woman's cunt, his relentless power and rhythm making him seem like some kind
of huge furry machine created just for that purpose.
As the forelegs trapped her waist, the woman began to undulate her body and move her
buttocks in tiny lewd circles, grinding them back rhythmically to meet each forward
lunge of the monstrous dog. Her face was contorted in rapture and her taut swollen
breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso as the beast pounded into her from
behind, a relentless piston of gleaming red flesh driving deeper and deeper into her
hungrily contracting belly.
Cindy's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat as the strange scene before her
took more and more effect on her young body and vulnerable mind. Her breath was
now coming in tight, labored gasps and her whole body felt as though it had an electric
current running through it, making each nerve tingle with a fiery sensation that was
completely new to her. The thin hospital robe she wore felt as though it were strangling
her and she wished with all her might that she could just throw it off and join the
debauchery in the next room. The doctor's fingers were slipping madly over her
hardened nipples, nipping them sharply one at a time. Her mind whirled in excitement
and confusion, but suddenly she was certain of one thing... the doctor had been right.
She had been avoiding reality all this time. All the things that she had always thought
were dirty and wrong – now looked completely natural and so exciting. Still, a part of
her kept saying that she shouldn't let anything more happen to her than had already
been done. She pushed the disturbing thought aside; it couldn't hurt anything to just sit
here and watch...
Her heart was pounding like a kettle drum and she was certain that the doctor could
feel it under the hand that tightly grasped her left breast.
She wouldn't fight it anymore, she decided, not right now. Then, later, when they took
her back to her room, she would figure out some way to escape from this place and the
fear she still felt.
Later...
Her thoughts returned to the lewdly bucking body of the woman kneeling under the
massive dog on the bed. She was now completely mad with lust and Cindy could see
her shouting wildly through clenched teeth. The woman who had been so poised and
beautiful before now no longer seemed human but a shaking mass of sweating, lust
deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated and defiled. She was revelling in her
debasement, uncaring, no longer capable of thinking of sex as wrong or right, anything
but a tremendous shaft of animal flesh pistoning back and forth in her roundly
stretched pussy, causing her to grind back against the hairy, jerking body like an animal
herself. Gleaming rivulets of moisture trickled down from the crevice of the woman's
rotating buttocks, trailing down the back of her thighs, soaking the satin coverlet
between her straining legs.
"Do you think that's exciting, my dear?" Cindy suddenly heard the doctor murmur.
"Don't you wish that you were Ann right now? Would you like that dog to be fucking
you too? Is that what you want now – a dog to fuck you?"
Cindy shifted guiltily in her seat as she heard the doctor say exactly what she had been
thinking a few moments before. Only, his words were a little different from her
thoughts. His crude language made it sound different – somehow dirty and forbidden.
Still, she was afraid to let him know just how excited she really was. He might want to
continue the "therapy" right away, and she wanted time to get away from all the
sensual depravity, to think about what she had seen. But, the fires were raging deep in
her loins and she was beginning to be afraid that she really would go crazy if something
didn't happen soon to release the tension that was building in her body. Maybe, if she
would just go back to her room and try it with her finger again... Maybe it would work
this time...
"Well, my dear, what do you feel?" the psychiatrist insisted, kneading her breasts more
vigorously and making her tiny bud-like nipples throb in guilty pleasure. Involuntarily,
she ground her buttocks back down into the cushions, hoping that it would just look
like she was changing position. It was becoming more and more difficult to conceal her
frustration. She had to get back to her own room and do something...
Manufacturing a huge yawn, Cindy let her body slump against the doctor's shoulder in
feigned weariness. "I guess it would be nice to do that sometime, but I'm so sleepy," she
lied. "I don't know what's wrong with me... maybe it was the drinks. Do you think I
could go back to bed and then we can do more of my therapy tomorrow?"
There was no answer but an ominous silence and Cindy could see out of the corner of
her eye that the doctor was staring intently at her. Finally the doctor wordlessly turned
away, directing his gaze back to the two-way mirror. Cindy knew he hadn't believed
her. Now, she didn't know what to do. Her body was screaming for some kind of
release and she could do nothing but sit here and watch while her own sexual hunger
got worse every minute. The only way out was to tell the doctor how she really felt, but
she was afraid to do that. If he would have her raped, then make her watch something
like this, there was no telling what the next step of the "therapy" would be and she
didn't want to take the chance of finding out.
Cindy suddenly almost jumped out of her seat. The doctor had again turned toward her
and dropped his free hand down on her bare knee, slipping it up toward the fullness of
her thigh. Startled by the unexpected contact, Cindy tried to squirm away, but his other
arm clamped tightly around her shoulders and she could only slide her damp buttocks a
short way on the leather couch. Even in her distress, the friction of the hard leather and
the moist cloth of her robe against her swollen little pussy sent a flash of electrifying
sensation up her spine. The doctor was lifting the hem of her robe, sliding his warm
hand along the smooth bare flesh of her upper thigh. She uttered a low, helpless groan
of despair as the doctor's other hand gave a sudden hard pinch against one nipple
sending a shock of exquisite pleasure shooting through her body. Her eyes remained on
the panting, unnatural coupling in the other room and she clenched her teeth together
fighting with all her strength against the unwanted arousal that was taking a firmer
hold on her body, overcoming all morality and fear.
With a sudden burst of angry courage, the young girl grabbed the doctor's hand below
her garment and yanked it out from under the hospital robe. She heard a soft, patient
sigh from the man beside her and the psychiatrist allowed her to place his hand on the
cushion between them.
Almost immediately, however, the doctor lifted his hand again and let it rest in her lap.
Relieved that there was now a layer of clothing protecting her flesh from his searching
hand, Cindy didn't struggle as she felt him begin to knead the softness of her belly
under the thin material. Teasing at the light furry thatch at the base of her abdomen,
his fingers pressed gently against the young, fuzz covered mound of her crotch unable
to go lower because of her tightly clenched thighs. Cindy dug her buttocks deeper into
the couch, hoping she could keep him from discovering the telltale wetness of her
vaginal slit. Nevertheless, the contact excited her and she could feel the slippery wetness
spreading between her thighs as she pressed down harder. As if in reply, the doctor's
fingers worked more firmly into the junction of her thighs, teasing her upper pubic area
mercilessly until the young blonde shivered with delight at the strange new sensations.
It was all she could do to remember that she had to hide her feelings from the man
beside her.
Then, suddenly, she gasped in shocked terror. The doctor had removed his hand from
her lap and was insinuating it gradually under her buttocks from the side. The thin
fabric of the robe below her buttocks was drenched with the dampness from her
throbbing genitals. He would know! But there was no time, no way to stop him, and
suddenly his whole hand was beneath her, his middle finger moving back and forth in
the valley of her buttocks, pushing the damp folds of her hospital robe against her
vaginal slit. There was nothing left for her to do or say, no way to hide the fact that she
was excited by what she had seen and felt. She closed her eyes tightly and resigned
herself to the waves of indecent pleasure coursing through her body. As if sensing her
surrender, the doctor's fingers worked at the robe she wore, pulling the material out
from under her thighs and buttocks until his hand rested fully against the naked flesh
of her buttocks. The psychiatrist's middle finger moved slowly down the crevice
between her buttocks and suddenly, the young girl gasped aloud as the finger wormed
its way into the moist walls of her soft pussy. It was wet and slippery from the
unwanted desire that had saturated her whole being and, though she was still a little
tender from the rape of the night before, the slight pain only seemed to add an extra
dimension to the pleasure created by the invading finger. Her entire body trembled like
a leaf in the wind as the doctor's other finger made contact with the tiny throbbing
head of her clitoris and rotated maddeningly around the tiny bundle of nerve ends.
Cindy had lost all control of her body now. It was so excited, so tingling, so aroused by
all the stimulation of the morning's activities, that she was powerless against the
mounting needs that were engulfing her. She understood now how the woman in the
other room had felt. Cindy, herself, was almost ready to beg for any sort of release from
the fires raging through her involuntarily contracting vagina. The sight of the woman in
the next room being wildly fucked from behind by the monstrous dog and the doctor's
finger rotating teasingly in her fiery young pussy were about to drive her mad.
Something had to happen soon or she felt her nerves would snap from the strain.
Suddenly, the whole strange experience reached a wild crescendo of excitement.
A mad flurry of action brought Cindy's thoughts back to the scene in the next room.
The woman was thrashing insanely on the bed, screwing her buttocks back against the
dog like a mare in heat bucking against a wild stallion. Her head shook madly from
side to side and her eyes rolled up toward the ceiling as she entered the first throes of
orgasm. The huge dog's tongue hung from his mouth dripping saliva onto the woman's
arching back as he fucked into her desperately grinding buttocks. Cindy could see her
shuddering and tensing as she rammed back against the dog's flanks. At the same
moment, the animal almost jumped forward, driving his crimson prick deep into her
womb as he began spewing his hot creamy sperm in hard jets deep into the woman's
hungrily contracting belly.
Absolutely mesmerized by the sight before her, Cindy gaped as the woman's buttocks
tensed spasmodically and a violent orgasm turned her body into a taut, trembling vice,
squeezing the animals prick so hard that thick streams of white viscous liquid oozed out
of her clenching cunt and dribbled down her thighs in thin sticky trails of expanded
desire.
The woman's backside glistened, displaying drenched, matted pubic hair and flushed
pink skin as she fell forward on her face, collapsing in utter exhaustion. Above her, the
dog regained his footing and stood on the bed, head high, wagging his tail happily.
Suddenly, the depraved tableau disappeared and Cindy found herself once again staring
at her own reflection, barely discernible in the dim light of the psychiatrist's office.
With a combination of relief and regret, she felt the man's hand pulling away, his finger
slipping from her tortured vagina. She had been close to her own first orgasm and, had
the scene lasted a few moments more, Cindy was sure that she too would have been as
helplessly consumed by passion as the woman on the bed.
Embarrassed and confused, the young girl was relieved when the doctor suddenly
switched on the bright lights in the office, giving her an excuse to blink and look away
until her eyes became accustomed to the abrupt illumination. Even though she was
turned away, she could sense his inquiring gaze, his expectation of her reaction.
What could she say, she wondered. And what could happen after this?


Chapter 4

Cindy's gaze briefly flickered back to the mirror once her eyes became accustomed to
the light, the expression on her face a mixture of wonder and confusion. She had never
been so excited, sexually or otherwise, by anything in her life and it scared her a little.
To actually sit back and view a beautiful woman being taken, subjugated by a huge,
powerful dog was something she had never even thought of, and the fact that the other
patient had so thoroughly enjoyed the unnatural coupling left Cindy numb with shock.
Cindy became even more nervous as she realized that the doctor was waiting for her to
comment in some way on what she had just seen. There was nothing she could say and,
besides, she was thoroughly embarrassed about her own reaction. Nervous and guilty
feeling, she pulled her robe back down under her thighs, lifting herself off the seat and
smoothing the garment down over her buttocks. The feeling of fearful discomfort was
quickly returning as her body began to calm down and she was mortified at having to
face the doctor after the lewd exhibition they had witnessed.
"Well, my dear," the doctor finally said softly. "Are you going to lie to yourself or face
the truth. It's very difficult to be honest sometimes."
Cindy managed an uncertain smile. "What... what do you mean?"
"Come now, my dear," the psychiatrist answered impatiently. "You were endowed with
a body as well as a mind. You can deny one or the other, but don't you think it might
be more intelligent to let them work together?"
"I think... I know what you mean," the young blonde replied uncertainly, her brow
furrrowing with the effort of comprehending his words. "But, all this... these things that
were happening... it doesn't seem... well, proper..." As she struggled to put her feelings
into words,. Cindy remembered how she had felt only a few minutes ago and she
shuddered in revulsion as she remembered the liberties she had allowed the psychiatrist
to take with her own body. She looked up at him, with a plea for understanding in her
eyes and added, "I mean that, well, didn't you feel like what you were doing to me was
kind of dirty... or something..."
She faltered, then stopped, her words sounding insane and stupid, even to herself. She
knew that she had sounded silly to the doctor too, because he did not answer her
appeal for compassion even with a smile.
"Not proper, you say," he said slowly, raising his eyebrows in mock interest. "By what
standards, may I ask? Two minutes ago, you didn't seem to mind the ethics of the
situation," His eyes fell pointedly to the rumpled skirt of her robe. "Are your morals so
flexible that they can be tossed aside on certain special occasions?"
"I-I don't know. It's never happened before," Cindy stammered, looking down at the
floor. Tears of humiliation were forming in the corners of her eyes. "I-I'm only
seventeen, you know."
"Hnmmph! Certainly old enough to know the workings and potential of the human
body!" the doctor answered coolly. He stared intensely into her face, then asked,
"Exactly what are you afraid of, Cindy?"
His inquiry made Cindy flare with anger. Who wouldn't be afraid after they had been
raped, put in *an insane asylum, then forced to watch what she had just seen? Next, he
would probably want her to prostitute for him – for therapy! She might be shocked,
but she was never afraid, of anything! Lifting her chin, she stared boldly back into his
inquiring eyes. "I am not afraid of almost anything," she snapped. "But, I know what
I've been taught and I know what I feel and I think... I think you re sick."
"Ah. Do you now?" the doctor rejoined gleefully. "Well, then, I take that to mean that
you were sick too a couple of minutes ago. But, of course, you made a remarkable
recovery." He smiled as if a terribly funny thought had just occurred to him, then
added, "And just how far in life are you going to go without getting 'sick' again, my
dear?"
Cindy gave him a cold stare in answer and sat stiffly on the couch. By the way the
doctor was acting, she never would have known that he had been touching her so
intimately a few short minutes ago. Cindy closed her thighs in automatic reaction to the
thought as it flickered through her mind momentarily. A deep sense of shame pervaded
her entire being and she didn't know how to defend herself against the doctor's
remarks. She just hoped that he would hurry up and finish his discussion so she could
go back to her room and figure out a way to escape from this place before she got in
any deeper.
"All right," the doctor said quietly after the silence had stretched out for several
moments. "Let's try it a different way. You have this concept of right and wrong, just
like Ann, that woman you just witnessed, did when her husband first sent her here.
Now, she has virtually lost her inhibitions and does she seem any the worse for it?"
This was something Cindy had not considered and she thought about it for a moment
before answering. It was a fact that when the woman had first come into the rose
colored bedroom, she had seemed beautiful and happy, just the type of woman Cindy
would like to be when she got older. Once again, her confidence in her own beliefs
began to slip a little and she started to suspect again that perhaps the doctor was right.
As if reading her thoughts, the doctor nodded a confirmation. "That's right. She is a
lovely woman, but before she came here, Ann had simply never learned how to deal
with her body's needs and functions." He cocked his head and gazed meaningfully at
the, young blonde. "That, my dear, is one of the most obvious indications of a father
fixation. Daddy's little girl would not even consider things like fucking and sucking and
any other pleasurable sexual physical activity that might come her way."
At the sound of the lewd, forbidden words coming from the doctor's mouth, Cindy
again felt the moistness gathering between her tightly-pressed thighs. Once again, she
struggled to flight down the ripples of exquisite sensation that coursed through her
body. "But, I'm not frightened of things like... like what you said," she haltingly
defended herself, wondering if she were really speaking the truth. "It's just that my
mother always taught me that certain things were wrong, not nice, and, of course, she
would never let me go out with a boy by myself..."
"It's altogether too easy to place the blame on other people, my dear," the doctor said,
brusquely interrupting her explanation. "Today, you were exposed to a new experience.
Were you afraid of it?"
"I... well, I thought... No, of course not," Cindy blurted out, too proud to admit to the
doctor, or even to herself, that it had been a terrible, frightening experience.
"Fine," he said, rising quickly from where he sat beside her on the couch. "In that case
then, I want you to come next door with me. I want you to be in that room for a
moment so you can experience even more fully what happened there a few moments
ago. I want you to understand as much as much as possible exactly how Ann felt."
Cindy's nerves immediately sprang to the alert. She did not want to go anywhere near
that bedroom. The memory of the lewd drama was still too clear, still affected her too
much and probably, years from now, she thought, she would think of that strange scene
every time she saw that particular color of rose. But the doctor was already standing in
front of her, his hand outstretched to help her to her feet. There was no way she could
back out without denying everything she had already claimed about herself and her
attitudes.
Resigned but determined not to let the sight of the rose-colored bedroom disturb her in
any way, she grasped the doctor's hand and rose from the sofa. He quickly led her out
of his office and a moment later, they were standing in front of a green metal door
identical to the others all along the hospital corridor.
For a brief moment, Cindy considered running, anywhere, to get away from the sight of
the room, but instead, she stood quietly beside the doctor as he unlocked the door and
pushed it open.


Chapter 5

The room was just as beautiful and luxurious as it had appeared from the other side of
the huge mirror that covered the wall opposite the now-rumpled double bed. Her mind
numbed by the alcohol and the shock of what she had seen earlier, Cindy allowed the
doctor to take her hand and lead her into the deep pink room. Her slippered feet sunk
deep into the pile carpet as they slowly crossed the room and, almost against her will,
Cindy found herself staring in fascination at the dishevelled bed that had been the stage
for the wild debauchery of a few minutes ago. She could clearly see dark spots of
dampness on the satin coverlet and she imagined that certain indentations in the
wrinkled satin were where the huge dog had placed his hind paws as he had fucked into
the other "special" patient in the rest home.
"What are you thinking of, my dear?" the doctor softly inquired as she padded slowly
toward the bed. "What are you looking at?"
"The bed..." Cindy replied hesitantly. "It's so... quiet now... as if nothing had
happened."
"Ah, but you remember that something did happen," the doctor prodded her. "That
bed... think about what happened on the bed. Think."
But, Cindy was barely listening to him. She now stood beside the bed and stared at all
the dark stains. Some were large and seemed almost to be dry, while other tiny spots
still glistened wetly. She wondered to herself which ones were the woman's lubricating
juices and which the creamy fluid spurting from the great animal's long tapered penis.
Unable to restrain her curiosity, she leaned over and gingerly touched one of the tiny
still-wet splotches. When she pulled her finger away, something stuck to her finger and
came away from the satin coverlet. She stared closely at it and saw that it was a tiny
glistening droplet of something white and jelly-like. She shook her finger, but the blob
only jiggled and did not drop off.
"Do you know what that is?" the psychiatrist asked as he moved closer to her to see
more clearly. "Have you ever seen anything like that before?"
The blonde teenager shook her head in mystification. She lifted the finger to her nose
and sniffed cautiously, but the creamy liquid had an aroma that she did not recognize, a
strange, but not unpleasant, mixture of salty fishiness and animal musk. Still silent, she
turned to stare inquiringly at the smiling doctor.
"It's sperm, my dear. Dog cum," the doctor answered, intently searching her face for
signs of her reaction to the information.
Instinctively repulsed, Cindy made a face and quickly wiped her finger off on the
coverlet, shuddering with loathing and disgust. She backed a few steps away from the
bed and turned to the psychiatrist.
"Please, Dr. Frisch," she said, a tone of desperate pleading in her voice. "I don't want to
stay here. Please, can't we leave now?"
"Nonsense, that's ridiculous," the doctor briskly answered her. "You are catering to
your fears and you must learn to overcome them! Does being close to that bed upset
you?"
Cindy nodded violently. Just being in this room was rekindling the fires in her loins.
The now-familiar aching hunger inside her was beginning to grow and spread from her
stomach upwards to the nipples of her hardening breasts. The sensations she had felt in
the office as she watched the happenings in this room were beginning to return full
force and she didn't want to lose control of herself again.
"Lie down on the bed," the doctor suddenly commanded. "Lie down the way Ann was
when the two men were touching her body, when they were making her feel good all
over. Do it right now!"
Startled by the abrupt change of tone in the psychiatrist's voice, Cindy hesitated for a
moment, then complied. She climbed onto the mattress, then stretched out on her back
on the wrinkled coverlet.
"Now, spread your legs apart and place your hands on your stomach," she heard the
doctor order. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine that you are Ann – that Les
and Jock are running their hands all over your body, pinching your breasts, stroking
your thighs, running through your pubic hair, bringing your body to life, making you
feel wild like an animal...?
The doctor's voice droned on and on, and as Cindy lay on the bed, eyes tightly closed,
she could almost feel all the things he was saying. Her lips began to move in a slow,
sensual rhythm with the fingers that he said were spearing in and out of her tingling,
hungry pussy. The bed was soft and cloud-like and the cold wet spots under her legs
had warmed from the heat of her body until she began to enjoy sliding her body
around in the slippery wetness. Still, it wasn't as good as if it really were happening and
she couldn't help but wish that... that something would happen to release all the sexual
tension that was building within her.
She felt his fingers massaging her forehead and temples and a lovely laziness drifted
through her as she listened to the hypnotic sound of his voice above her.
"I know what you want. You want to be surrounded by men, two, three, a dozen men.
All of them want to give pleasure to you, to touch you and stroke you, to put their big,
thick cocks into your cunt. That is what you want, Cindy, isn't it?"
"Yes..." she breathed at the wonderful thought of a man's penis filling that great aching
need burning insistently between her open thighs. "Oh yes, doctor, I do!"
"Do you want me to rub your body, Cindy? Do you want me to massage you all over
like I'm massaging your head?"
"Yesss... oh, yes..." Cindy moaned, not truly comprehending the words she was hearing,
understanding only that hypnotically soothing voice.
The doctor lifted his hands from Cindy's face and then, she felt fingertips again
touching her skin, moving down past the slim column of her throat, across her
shoulders, down her arms, along her sides. The fingers travelled slowly around the firm
globes of Cindy's breasts, then spread out to clamp down on each of the lush
mountains of flesh. Movingly slowly back and forth, the hands tantalized her nipples
until they rose, growing firm and hard. Cindy heard the doctor talking again, but now
she wasn't listening. Every ounce of concentration she had was bent toward the thrilling
sensations that radiated outward from under those gentle hands. She felt one hand slip
down across her smooth flat belly and slowly draw up the skirt of her robe. A moment
later, the fingers rested lightly on her topmost pubic hair, then moved around and
down Cindy's naked thighs, bringing them back again.
Cindy moaned softly, her hips beginning to gyrate on the bed. It feels so good, she
thought dreamily, so beautiful. She trembled a little as one of the fingers parted the soft
moist crevice between her legs, spread it open, and one sharp fingernail touched the
bud of Cindy's clitoris bringing it immediately erect, stroking it carefully. Cindy's hips
began to thrust more demandingly on the sperm-strained bed.
"Give me your hand, my dear," she vaguely heard the doctor command. "Give me your
hand."
Obediently, Cindy lifted one hand. Another hand took it and wrapped her fingers
around something warm and long and hard. She gasped and tightened her grip on the
smooth surface of the long thing in her hand as she felt a finger slide deep into the
tight elastic opening of her cunt sending wild electric shocks of pleasure through her.
She felt the ties of her robe being unfastened and the front pulled open, then suddenly
there were warm lips encircling one of her nipples, sucking and nipping at the tip. The
lips moved away, dipping lower to kiss her belly, lower still to touch the blonde
silkiness of Cindy's damp pubic mound...
Suddenly, Cindy's brain snapped into instant alertness. If the doctor were doing all
these things to her, who had taken her hand to place it around whatever she was
holding? What was she holding?
Her eyes flew open and grew huge as she saw a head of curly red hair moving over her
exposed genitals. Her gaze flew next to her right hand and she jerked it back in
shocked terror as she saw that she had been gripping the same cock that had torn
through her insides the night before. The two attendants were positioned on either side
of the bed, and both were completely naked. Standing by the doorway was the idiot
Willy, still clothed in his hospital uniform, but looking as though he would split the
seams in his impatience to get out of it, if he were allowed. Cindy finally found the
doctor, standing a few yards behind Les, quietly observing the scene with a strange fiery
gleam in his eye.
Remember the experience of the woman that morning, Cindy was overcome by a rush
of uncontrollable fear. Cringing back against the headboard of the bed, she stared wide
eyed at the doctor and pleaded, "Please, please, don't do that to me. It's wrong... it's
bad! I'd never be able to live with myself again." Her eyes turned steely blue, yet still
the fear showed clearly as she added, "I promise you. I will kill myself if you make me...
do things... with that dog. I swear it!"
The doctor, who had been listening to her impassioned outburst with an expression of
mild concern on his face, broke into a wide, relieved smile as he realized the basis for
her fears. Striding quickly up to the bed on which she lay, he sat down beside her on
the mattress and gently placed his hand on one of her naked thighs.
"My dear, there's no need for you to worry at all," he almost whispered, his expression
radiating benevolence and fatherly concern. "Chances are, you won't ever meet our
canine friend, Attila, again until you walk out the door of Sunnydale. Today, we are just
going to give you a bit more perspective about your body. After all, your body is
merely..." The doctor paused and let his gaze wander over the length of her completely
exposed torso. "... merely a vehicle..."
His voice thickened and faded out, and he again looked down at her, his eyes drinking
thirstily of every ripe curve of her voluptuous teenage form. He stared for a long
moment at her large, melon-shaped breasts, the nipples straining upward toward the
ceiling like tiny helium-filled balloons, each time Cindy took another gasping, fearful
breath. Cindy saw the expression on his face change gradually from clinical interest to a
sort of confused amazement, then, very slowly, a complete transformation of the
character of his face occurred.
Cindy almost forgot her fear as she watched the change in him – it was so slight as to
be almost unnoticable and yet... the features of his face were not altered, but his
professional air of coolly detached interest was replaced by a new and urgently personal
interest, indicated by the dark fires that blazed in his gleaming brown eyes as his gaze
crossed over her slender rib cage, her narrow waist, over the slight ivory rise of her
rummy, resting finally at the golden thatch of her pubic mound.
"Your body, my dear girl, is nothing more than a vehicle, something to carry your mind
in," he said expressionlessly, as though reciting a passage from a book. As he spoke, his
eyes reluctantly returned to Cindy's face and she gasped in frightened surprise as she
saw the look of pure animal lust he wore. "I believe we are going to extend your
perspective quite a bit," he added quietly.
Somwhere behind her, Cindy heard one of the men whisper loudly, "Holy shit, the doc
has the hots for the kid. I knew it had to happen sooner or later. It's about time. He's
been sittin' in that corner with his damned notebook all these years, somethin' had to
give."
At the sound of the other man's comment, the doctor rose from the bed, regaining
enough of his usual dignity to snap curtly, "You will both follow orders as usual if you
don't mind. I design the therapy and I decide on the methods and the tools. Any tool is
expendable, if you understand my meaning." He glared fiercely at both the naked
attendants, then turned back to Cindy.
"From here on, my dear, you will do exactly as I say," he announced. "If you feel you
can't do as I say, you will be helped until you can. Now, take off your robe and lie
down again with your legs spread.
Swallowing hard, Cindy did what she was told, dropping the robe to the floor next to
the pillow, then lying back down with her firm young thighs opened wide. She knew
she had no choice but to follow directions, still, she felt obscenely exposed, more
vulnerable and helpless than ever before in her life. She could see the men gaping at her
with unadulterated admiration and desire.
Willy stood immobile by the door, a crazy lustful grin on his face. It was obviously all
he could do to keep himself from rushing over to the bed to fondle the softness of her
body just as he had done in the ambulance, but his fear of punishment held him back.
In an agony of frustration, he shifted from one foot to the other, rubbing his huge,
meaty hand over the bulging crotch of his trousers.
"Come on, doc, let's get to it," Jock urged as his eyes greedily scanned her ripe
contours.
"Right," the doctor agreed quickly as he slipped off the jacket of the business suit he
wore. "Who wants to do the first part?"
Cindy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was being given away like a raffle
prize. She stared at the two attendants with mounting consternation and could feel her
heart beat faster as they exchanged glances.
"I guess I'll take it, doc," the eager red-headed Jock answered a moment later. Grinning
salaciously, he added, "I don't much like sloppy seconds, but that little pussy looks like
mighty sweet eatin'."
Cindy felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would burst from
the pressure. Her face was beet red from embarrassment. From conversations with her
friends in the girls' bathroom in school, she knew what these men were talking about
and the very idea of someone kissing her, down there between her legs, was
unthinkable.
"I want you to cooperate with this, my dear," the doctor warned as he saw her reaction
to Jock's comment. The short, heavily muscled attendant began to stroll closer to the
bed, smiling and licking his lips in excited anticipation of what was going to happen.
"Don't worry about nothin', doc," the man said, leering at Cindy's naked body. "When
I get through with this little girl, she isn't gonna argue about nothin'." He leaned 
over and softly tweaked one of Cindy's nipples. "Are you, sweetheart?"
Cindy could hear Les snicker at the man's question and her anger flared again. They
were using her, she thought angrily, just using her body for their own selfish reasons,
then calling it some kind of therapy. She clenched her teeth tight together and refused
to speak.
"Now, come on, little girl," the big red-head cajoled her. "You don't want to be like
that. Why don't you just relax and learn to enjoy it." He moved his hand downward to
the soft resilient pubic hair growing at the base of her white gently rounded belly.
Cindy moaned softly in angry shame and humiliation as she suddenly felt the tip of a
finger part the sparse blonde hair and push itself into the soft fleshy folds surrounding
her vagina. It was still moist from the excitement she had felt in the doctor's office and
she heard a slight gasp come from his lips as he felt her openness.
"Oh, baby, this is going to be soooo nice," he murmured excitedly as he worked the
finger up and down the length of the narrow hair-lined furrow. "I'm gonna lick you up
and down and then I'm gonna stick my tongue way up inside your tight little pussy.
Now, tell ol' Jock how much you want it, sweetheart." The attendant again licked his
lips, staring down at her with undisguised rapaciousness visible in his eyes. His huge
barrel chest covered with ape-like auburn hair rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he
dropped his eyes to the coral lips of her exposed vagina. His short, fat cock jerked into
stony hardness beneath the thick bulging muscles of his white belly as he waited for her
reply.
Cindy lay stiffly in the center of the huge bed. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of
humiliation and helplessness. Against her will, this psychiatrist was going to turn her
young defenseless body over to these two men, maybe use it himself, maybe even give
her to the idiot over by the door! How could she five through this? How could she ever
face her poor, unsuspecting mother or any of her friends again? She had no idea what
they would do to her, but her imagination ran wild. What would they do to her? What
did they expect her to do? Huge tears of self-pity welled up in her blue eyes and rolled
silently down her cheeks. Then, suddenly, she cried out in pain as a hand came
whizzing down through the air and landed, smack, palm flat across her wet face.
Stunned, she looked up to see the naked form of Dr. Frisch standing over her, his face
cold and stern. "What are you crying about, girl?" he demanded.
"Y-you c-c-can't do th-this to m-me," she sobbed. "It's not... right... it's not fair!"
The hand descended again, stunning her out of her hysterical sobbing. The doctor's face
glared angrily down at her. "That is not important, right now. What is important is that
you are going to do everything you are told, and you are going to act like you enjoy it,
whether you do or not! Jock is very good at friendly persuasion, as he has just told you,
or he can persuade you in other, less pleasant, ways."
Cindy's gaze moved to the heavy, powerful-looking redhead who stood beside the
doctor. His face held no more pity or compassion than that of the doctor's, only the
same lascivious hunger for her helpless body. There was no escape.
Cindy glared at him through hate-filled eyes, trying to find the words to answer him.
She was afraid her voice might crack from the fear that dwelled underneath. She was
determined not to show it. Dr. Frisch might conquer her body, but he was not going to
conquer her spirit again, as he did in the office with smooth words, alcohol and the
stimulating sight of the woman and the dog. She would never consciously submit again,
no matter what he did to her.
"Certainly, doctor, I'll do anything you say," she finally answered, forcing her voice 
to remain calm. "But, would you mind telling me how I'm supposed to act when I'm
enjoying it?" she added coldly.
"Improvise, my dear," she heard the doctor reply. He was wearing a wide smile as
though he was thoroughly enjoying her anger and humiliation. "Now, would you please
invite Jock to join you on the bed?"
"Jock," she said lifelessly, her voice steeped in resignation, "Would you join me on the
bed?" She caught the doctor's steely eye and hurriedly added, "Please?"


Chapter 6

Cindy cowered in the center of the bed, her arms held stiffly at her sides. She felt more
naked and exposed than if she had been tied down, spread-eagled, in the center of some
big city. Her mother had given her, in good faith, to these men, thinking that they
would help her teenaged daughter, and now, they were going to use her young, almost
untouched body to satiate their own warped desires. Why, these two attendants
probably didn't even know her name, and she didn't know them, except as huge rods of
cruel, hard flesh that would soon be violating her defenseless body. If only it were a
dream... if only she could pretend that she wanted and actually enjoyed the vile caresses
of their hands, the pressure of their lips and the final humiliation of their huge hard
penises spearing mercilessly into her tortured body.
She gazed down to the foot of the bed where Jock stood and made herself smile
listlessly at him as his eyes flickered in appreciation of the delicious young feast spread
defenseless on the stained satin coverlet. Cindy had still held a faint hope that once she
had agreed to do anything the doctor said, he would be satisfied and let her go back to
her own room, but one look at the lust-filled face of the red-headed man dispelled the
hope. Now, she had no idea what was going to happen to her. She forced herself not to
think of her fear and tried to pay more attention to what Jock was doing, Cindy wanted
to do everything exactly as the doctor wanted now; perhaps, he would finish sooner if
she cooperated.
Cindy's spirits lifted as she came to the decision to please the doctor, no matter what he
tried to do to her. If she could pretend well enough, then he would never know that she
was really fighting his vile methods. She prayed that her strength would hold up against
whatever would happen. She coidd never live with herself again if she allowed herself to
submit totally to the doctor's depraved therapy. She would resist if it killed her, fighting
with her mind each of the doctor's attacks on her tortured senses.
Then, suddenly, came the first warning of her body's betrayal as Jock leaned slowly over
the edge of the bed and began rubbing his rough, calloused hands over her smooth
cringing flesh. She could almost feel each separate nerve end blossoming under his
fingertips as they danced along the inner softness of her thighs. All the excitement she
had ever felt before, all the sexual frustration she had felt that morning, all had been
secretly stored in some unknown compartment of her nervous system, waiting to be
released by a man's touch. Tiny goosebumps sprang out over the whiteness of her skin
as his hands stroked magically over her sensitive flesh.
She lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the pin-pricks
of sensation following the path of the coarse fingers digging into her flesh, but already
there was a tone of fatalistic acceptance in her thoughts. After all, this lovely sensation
was a welcome relief from the agonizing mental games the doctor had been playing
with her. It would be an even greater relief to surrender completely. She had done all
that was humanly possible to avert the inevitable and now she had no more
responsibility. She had no choice, and when there is no choice, what is there to do but
accept?
Her mind droned on as his fingers travelled the rest of the way to the tingling folds of
her nakedly exposed cunt. She could feel the moisture rising there again between her
open legs as the exposed hair-lined lips began a slow, involuntary contraction,
throbbing wetly against each other. Then, suddenly, his thumbs were on the fleshy
ridges, relentlessly pulling them apart. Cindy lay holding her breath and fighting with
all her mental strength against the temptation to give in.
It was not enough; her resistance dissolved as the exquisite feeling of air rushing over
the rising bud of her suddenly exposed clitoris ended the hopeless battle raging within
the tortured girl's mind.
"Oh, ooooooooohhh, yesssssss," she moaned softly as the strained muscles of her body
began to relax and her legs fell limply out to the side. The beautiful thrills of pleasure
were rippling up her now quivering belly and into the nipples of her throbbing breasts,
drowning out the debasing humiliation of the strange hands roaming over her
nakedness.
Jock grinned, his eyes dancing with triumph as they feasted on her involuntarily
squirming body. Crawling up on the bed, the short muscular man crouched on all fours
over her white moving body, pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart. He
crawled between them until his face was a bare few inches above the golden downy vee
of her open genitals. He stared down as it rotated sensuously, expectantly, and his
mouth watered until saliva dripped from his open mouth, mingling with her wetness in
the narrow pink slit.
Cindy felt only the tiniest fear as she felt the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing
against the soft flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Through lowered
eyes, she watched as the red-haired head dipped slowly downward. "Aaaaaaaaahhh," she
gasped breathlessly as his mouth suddenly clamped over the soft mound at the base of
her belly. As his tongue laced snakelike into the moist, tight slit of her vagina, a
shudder rippled through her at the electrifying union of his thick tongue with her
quivering clitoris.
The attendant began to work slowly and hungrily, feeling her soft wet pubic hair
brushing tantalizingly across his cheeks. With a wild feeling of power in him, he heard
her groan huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip of his tongue worked
its way up and down the length of the narow wet slit, beginning at the peak of her
pubic mound and flicking downward over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping
vagina and into the crevice of her softly flexing buttocks where it stopped to do a
momentary wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole that lay nestled
below. Of all the beautiful women and girls the doctor had chosen for the "special
therapy," this one was the most exciting, and already she was squirming under his
tongue and loving it.
Her groins drove him on faster as he worked his way up and down the steaming hot
valley. Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs as the searing tongue shot out, its
hard darting tip circling the trembling erected clitoris. As his tongue continued its
maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her sex, his lips sucked, drawing
the warm soft folds of her vaginal lips deep into the hot wet cavern of his mouth. The
young girl's hips were now grinding uncontrollably into the bed, soft mewling sounds
of animal passion escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Cindy was ecstatic. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that anything could
feel so exquisitely beautiful. Completely forgotten was her vow to fight surrender up to
the very end – she was too far gone now to fight anything they did to her and she
wanted nothing more than to forget everything but this maddening probe between her
legs.
The two men around the bed chuckled knowingly as they saw the young blonde reach
down with her hands and begin desperately clawing at the short red hair of the man
kneeling between her thighs, trying to guide his face closer to the palpitating opening of
her cunt. Jock let her force him more tightly into the steaming crevice, pressing his
mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming valley.
As his mouth surrounded and covered the hungrily grasping cleft, his tongue suddenly
snaked forward, burrowing up into her straining cunt like a racing lizard. In response
to the maddening sensation, her hips jerked involuntarily forward, burying the flicking
tongue to its roots, and a deep gutteral groan escaped from the girl as her soft warm
thighs closed around his head. The blonde teenager's heels pushed down against his
back, pressing his body into the flesh trap until he couldn't breath. His nose was
smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris and he could feel the wet fleshy walls of
her invaded vagina opening and closing in a sucking motion around his tongue,
attempting to pull it deeper and deeper. Unable to tolerate the position she had put him
in, the powerful man reached up and grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees,
shoving them roughly back over her shoulders so that he could breathe and move
freely, then went back to work with his tongue. He wanted her begging for it when the
Doc or Les was ready to ram it to her and she was almost there. His tongue worked like
a pile-driver in the flame searing hole of her upturned cunt, withdrawing and plunging,
withdrawing and plunging, making a wet sucking noise with each powerful thrust. Her
cries were one long low continuous moan now, as he withdrew the lashing tongue
suddenly from inside the warm smooth passage and found the hard throbbing clitoris
and licked. He moved his face higher in her cuntal slit and began to suck and tease at it
wildly with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks above the mattress in
a lewd dance of uncontrolled desire.
"Oooooooo! Ooooooo!" she chanted, her body and mind completely lost to the
delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider,
and her moistness increased with each second his mouth worked at her nibbling hair
lined hole. The cords of Cindv's neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength
against the tangled red hair of Jock's head.
The young blond was aware of nothing but the mass of exquisite pleasure centered
somewhere deep in her belly, overpowering all other thoughts but the magnificent
pleasure building deep inside of her. She was going to cum! This was it! She had never
dreamed it would be as wonderful as this. Why had her mother protected her from
something so beautiful? she vaguely wondered as she panted and writhed beneath the
man's plundering tongue and mouth.
"Aaaaah, aaaah, yesss! I... I... I'm cumming," she suddenly wailed, as her body began
vibrating uncontrollably. The juices from her orgasm oozed around Jock's deep thrust
tongue, coating it with its sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice of her white
globular buttocks and over his chin that pressed hard against the brown puckered anus.
He continued to nibble and suck between her widespread thighs until her body went
limp and then lifted his head, releasing her legs so that they could fall exhaustedly back
on the bed, splayed on either side of his panting torso. Cindy's heart beat in her chest
as though it would burst and her head was still whirling with the rapturous effects of
her first orgasm. It wasn't until several minutes later that the shame of her surrender to
the depraved love-making seeped slowly back into her tortured mind.
As her eyes fluttered open, Cindy almost expected to see the accusing face of her
mother hovering over the bed, promising punishment for her wanton performance, but
her eyes first met the delighted gaze of Dr. Frisch.
"My dear girl, that was absolutely marvelous," he enthused as soon as he realized that
she was again conscious of her surroundings. "Now, do you understand how easy it is
to enjoy your body as it was meant to be enjoyed?"
"Oh God... I... I..." Cindy tried to speak, but couldn't fund the energy or the words to
answer his questions. The shame and humiliation of what she had just done was too
much for the tormented young girl. Not only had her body betrayed her to these men,
but she had also betrayed her own vow not to let them conquer her mind. She had
turned into an animal herself and all thoughts of decency had deserted her in her wild
quest for sensual satisfaction.
"That's all right, my dear, I can understand that you might have trouble expressing
your newfound delight," the doctor chuckled, misunderstanding her troubled silence.
"Would you like another drink?
Cindy lifted herself exhausted to one elbow and accepted the glass he offered. She
turned the glass up and almost drained it with one gulp to erase the dry cottony taste in
her mouth. The doctor sat down on the bed beside her and ran his hand languidly over
Cindy's full rounded hip that rose in profile as she lay on her side. She made no move
to stop him or pull away from his tentative caress. She no longer cared – nothing
mattered anymore. She had allowed herself to become exactly the kind of animal they
had wanted and now it didn't matter much what happened to her. She was afraid that
she had lost control over her own body for however long they kept her in this bedroom.
"You liked that, didn't you, my dear," Dr. Frisch asked, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.
Despite her feeling of lethargy, Cindy's mind rebelled against his casual assumption of
her surrender and she glared back at him. "I did exactly what you told me to do," she
answered coldly.
"Hmm, yes, so you did," he said wryly, rising from the bed. "I do appreciate your
cooperation, since you seem to be saying that you found the experience rather
unpleasant. Is that so, my dear?"
Cindy did not answer. Her eyes were glued to the doctor's penis that had come into
view as he stood up. Like the other men, his cock stood erect and hard, the veins on the
underside throbbing madly. Her eyes flickered over the rampant pricks of the two male
attendants – they looked so huge and powerful. She couldn't imagine how she had ever
taken one into the tiny opening that she had filled with one finger before. How did any
woman do it? she wondered, or did it always hurt the way it had hurt in the ambulance
when Les took her virginity?
"At any rate, you can see that we all enjoyed it," the doctor said, interrupting her
thoughts. "And now, perhaps, you and we will be able to enjoy ourselves together. That
is what sex is all about."
Cindy lay frozen on the bed, not taking her eyes from the doctor's face as he spoke. She
was shaking slightly, aware that she had lost control of the situation and herself. There
was nothing she could do to stop what was going to happen to her – the only thing she
didn't know was whether she was going to have to accept just one or all of the three
men who were standing near the bed. Fear rose in her eyes as her gaze again fell to the
doctor's hardened cock that stood out from his body, throbbing straight at her. It
looked like a giant oak growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic
hair as he reached down and began stroking the foreskin back and forth over the
pulsing shiny head.
The doctor stepped toward her, his eyes drinking in the long, slim lines of her legs, the
full fleshy globes of her heaving breasts, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above
the still damp mat of blonde pubic hair. His gaze frightened and repulsed the trembling
teenager and she gasped: "Don't touch me! I swear I'll scream if you touch me!"
"That would be a waste of energy, my dear," the doctor chuckled softly. "This room is
absolutely sound-proof and, besides, who would answer?" The doctor was amazed at his
own reaction, but he was beginning to enjoy playing with this beautiful young girl. He
was beginning to be excited by the idea that, even though she might fight at first,
eventually she would have to give herself to him in total submission. She would he
pleading for more before they were through today. He had not devoted his life to
psychiatry without learning a great deal about human nature and he knew this teenager
well enough by now to know that her very pride would be her downfall. He loomed
above her, his eyes void of pity or understanding. They gazed coldly into hers, the
unyielding lust she saw there boring into the very depths of Cindy's soul.
"No, no, I mean it," the girl plead. "I can't do it; I just can't!"
"Ah, but I know that you can and you will," he said coolly. "Even if it didn't happen
today, it would happen tomorrow, or the next day. You know that's true, so why are
you boring us with your adolescent hysterics."
Angered by his insulting words, Cindy stared back at him through hate-filled eyes. "It's
your hospital, Dr. Frisch," she snapped bitterly, her eyes filling with tears. "Do what
you like!"
Cindy lay back on the bed in hopeless dejection. Waves of shame and humiliation
washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was glad for the alcohol in the
drinks or she never could have stood being placed in this lewd position with the two
attendants and the idiot Willy looking on. The worst thing was that she knew she
couldn't even complain or she might have to stay in this horrible place even longer than
the three months her mother had already paid for. They could tell her mother that she
had gone insane, or anything, so that they could keep her here until she was so debased
that she would do anything they asked, just like that poor woman who had allowed
herself to be taken by that huge dog. Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by the
doctor's gleeful voice.
"First, my dear, Les and Jock are going to get you into the proper spirit for love
making." Cindy could see the nervous smile of anticipation crossing his lips as he
spoke. Her gaze moved to take in each of the two attendants who stood on either side
of the bed as they began to crouch down over her.
"Please, please, don't," she groaned, the savage rape of the night before again coming to
her mind, but she felt their bodies sinking into the bed on both sides of her torso: She
looked past the two lustfully grinning men to see the doctor crawling up on the foot of
the bed and she clenched her thighs tightly together as her gaze fell on his long thick
cock that bounced heavily as he moved.
The psychiatrist saw her reaction to the sight of his rampant prick and he laughed
cruelly at her fears. "Your body is just a machine, my dear, to be used and operated to
please you. It is made for pleasure, and no amount of resistance on your part is going to
stop the pleasure this afternoon. Show her, boys."
On the doctor's signal, the two attendants each grasped one of Cindy's full white
breasts and began softly pinching the nipples to a throbbing hardness. Then, one after
the other, they bent down and began gently sucking at the rosy, tingling tips and she
felt a hand working at her pubic mound, slowly massaging and working its way into the
hidden crevice between her tightly clamped legs.
The gentle suction at her tender, sensitive nipples was already driving her mad and
goose bumps rippled along her skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt and, a
second later, when she felt her legs being pried open, she quickly lost her will to resist.
She could feel the weight of the doctor's body moving up between her wide-splayed
limbs and she braced herself for the searing painful entry of his huge, stone-hard penis,
but instead felt the long rod of hard flesh begin a gentle movement up and down along
the sensitive outer edges of her vagina, staying teasingly just outside the moist, pink slit
of her awakening pussy.
Cindy was caught unaware by the gentle probing touch of the doctor's cock. She had
expected a cruder and more violent attack on her defenseless vagina and now she was
almost disappointed by the subtle pleasure that was gradually igniting her body. The
combination of the two men sucking at her captive breasts and the soft titillating of the
doctor's thick cock as its tip slowly moved over the tender, pink flesh of her vaginal lips
was wearing down her resistance more slowly, but more completely, than ever before.
She groaned, praying that her body would not betray her again, but the ministrations to
the sensitive, unprotected parts of her defenseless form were already forcing her into
surrender.
She could feel the split of her throbbing pussy opening wide to the gentle touch of the
doctor's cock and her buttocks jerked involuntarily as she felt the smooth mushroomlike 
head slip over her distended clitoris, sending a new shower of tingling sensation
over her captive body. The blond teenager clenched her teeth tight together and fought
with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden
uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But it was a losing battle as the
men sucked harder on her nipples and the long thick cock teased mercilessly at the
portal to her vagina.
Then, after a long moment of desperate struggle within her tortured and confused
mind, the dam burst once again.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow
abandoned movement as she allowed herself to sink deeper and deeper in the waves of
delicious sensation that were coursing over her body. Every muscle in her body was
tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe between her legs.
She could feel the full length of the fleshy hardness sliding up and down her quivering
open slit. The jerking head of the doctor's cock rested throbbingly between her widly
splayed thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that
sent her pelvis undulating toward it, her hungry cunt searching desperately for the
hard, blood-filled tip. Oh God, she had to have it in her! The doctor sensed her sudden
submissive surrender and with a savage grin, he barked loudly: "All right, you two, get
off! I'll take her now!"
The two attendants quickly released her breasts and scrambled off the bed. She was his
now, he gloated to himself as he grabbed her straining legs behind the knees and
shoved them roughly back over her shoulders, slithering up her rhythmically moving
body at the same time. His long stiff prick grazed lightly against her damp golden pubic
hair as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders and her ankles locked
tightly behind his neck.
Looking down between their bodies, he could see her upturned ass, the expanded
narrow slit visibly throbbing its lips in invitation to his jerking penis. The pressure of
his thighs pressed tghtly aganst hers held the hot moist furrow wide apart.
Cindy frantically reached down beneath the rotating cheeks of her ass and tightly
grasped the length of the stonehard penis. Her small hand barely rounded the thick
shaft of flesh and she could feel it pulsing in her fingers. This was what her belly was
screaming for! Careful not to hurt the precious instrument, she gently guided it up the
valley of her buttocks and wedged the fat, throbbing head between the swollen, wet lips
of her pussy. Then, she placed both hands on the doctor's buttocks and tried with all
her strength to pull it into her starving pussy and let it drown the gnawing heat that
was burning her up inside.
The psychiatrist grinned triumphantly down at her lust-contorted face. It was all he
could do to keep from shoving forward to skewer the squirming little bitch on his
aching cock, but just this once, he wanted her to suffer a little, to realize how much she
really wanted his long, hard cock in her belly. He had spent half his lifetime with
proud, innocent, spoiled young women just like this one, trying to talk or force them
out of their silly sexual inhibitions. And now that he finally had one under him, he was
determined to make her wait until he was good and ready, and then he was going to
fuck her until she couldn't walk. The lewd thought caused him to involuntarily flick his
hips forward.
Cindy gasped as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina being pushed open. The
tight elastic opening resisted for a moment, then gave way before the relendess pressure
of the doctor's loins, allowing the huge blood-filled head of his cock to slip inside.
The psychiatrist flexed his muscles, feeling all the agonizing frustrations he had built up
over a career of trying to help foolish women like this one surging forward with him
into the warm wet flesh of the groaning girl below him. He gasped aloud in the
breathless silence of the rose bedroom as he felt the tight hot walls of her spasmodically
contracting cunt soothingly slipping over the rock hard length of his thundering cock.
He lunged forward with everything he had, sinking the lust inflated prick into her cunt
like a raging freight train, pushing the soft moist flesh before it in rippling velvety
waves, until his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched
buttocks.
The blond teenager's face was contorted with the pain of that first cruel stab. She
screamed for him to stop, helpless tears of humiliation and fear flooding again from her
terror-stricken eyes. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, trying to hold
back the hard blunt head that pressed like a heavy rock against her womb. Her vagina
felt twisted and stretched as though she were being impaled on a telephone pole. In
agony, she fought the invasion, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together
to keep the long hard fleshy staff from burying itself further in her tortured pussy. But
it was futile; her frantic struggles only drove him on and she could feel the monstrous
cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled beyond all possible
imagination.
The doctor smiled to himself as he felt the throbbing pressure exerted against his buried
penis, knowing that her own useless struggles would soon help her to become
accustomed to his thick presence rammed so deep in her belly. Not moving his body,
he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her near-virginal vagina.
"Agh!" she gasped breathlessly, her eyes tightly shut as she battled with the fine line of
pain and pleasure.
The doctor waited a moment and flexed again, waiting for a reaction to show that she
was becoming accustomed to the monstrous intrusion.
She groaned again, but more softly as she felt the buried cock expanding and stretching
the narrow walls of her throbbing passageway.
He confidently flexed again, this time setting a slow, teasing rhythm to the throbbing of
his impaling cock. Suddenly, he could feel her urgent answering throbs begin around
the head of his penis. She groaned helplessly beneath his spasmodically lurching cock as
her hips again began the slow involuntary roll that signalled the rekindling of the
uncontrollable fires burning deep in her loins. He could barely contain himself as he
felt her hungrily nibbling cunt begin to screw itself up tighter against his pelvis.
Cindy felt her body coming to fiery life again. The pain had magically disappeared,
giving way to a maddening tingle that was rapidly spreading from deep in her womb
throughout the farthest of her raw nerve ends. The sensations throbbed out in waves
that danced like fire across her white skin, from her head to her toes, each time the
huge impaling rod lurched deep in her belly. Her whole body twitched and writhed
beneath the motionless doctor and she groaned incessantly, shoving her tongue with a
sudden complete abandon deep in his mouth. She could feel his huge hairy testicles
brushing down against her exposed anus between widespread buttocks and a strange
masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the humiliation of being taken while three
other men hungrily watched was becoming weirdly pleasurable and she waved her hips
up toward the fleshy member, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating.
"Do you like that, Cindy?" the bearded doctor murmured, sending a particularly
forceful throb deep into the very depths of her being.
"Ooooooh," she groaned helplessly as she rotated her hips around the hard fleshy rod.
The dilated lips surrounding her pink slit nibbled hungrily at the inflated prick, sliding
moistly down the rod for several inches then working slowly back up, until his dark
pubic hair entangled with her own soft curling fleece and the full length of him was
embedded in her soft belly.
"Tell me, Cindy, tell me what you want," he prodded her, pulling his loins a teasing few
inches away from her. He watched gleefully as she tried to strain up to capture his
length again as he kept pulling his cock just out of her reach.
"W-what?" was all the preoccupied girl could manage to gasp.
"Just say it, my dear, just say it and it's yours. Tell me you want me to fuck you and I
will."
"Oh, no, no, I can't," she moaned beneath him, fighting with all her strength to escape
this one final humiliating surrender. This, she knew, was her last stronghold of self
respect... It was the only thing she had left. She couldn't let him have the triumph of
making her grovel at his feet too.
"Do you like that? Does it feel good?" he taunted, throbbing his penis deep in her belly.
"Oh, God, yesssss," she gasped.
"Do you want me to stop now?" he insisted, throbbing harder in her now hungrily
contracting little pussy.
"No... yes... Oh, I don't know, oooooh. No, no, don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
"Say it then!" he demanded, savage fires burning in his eyes.
"Oh, please," the defenseless girl murmured, all resistance beaten from her tortured
mind. "Give it to me!"
"No, that's not right," he tormented. "Say the words. You know them!"
He increased the teasing probes until Cindy had no more will to fight. The burning
need deep in her loins screamed for release from its agonies. Nothing mattered anymore
but to still the maddening hunger within her and she began blurting out the words he
had waited to hear.
"Oh, fuck me! Please, fuck me!" she plead. "Fuck me now! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Her humiliation and degradation were complete. She would never be the same again.
She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now
she wished she were dead. She could never face a boy or a man with the innocence she
had before. She was nothing better now than a street whore!
Her anguish gnawed at her mind like tiny maggots of destruction. She was lost to this
man and his horrible lewd therapy! There was no hope left, nothing, nothing, but the
huge rod of hard flesh buried inside her vagina.
In triumphant delight, the doctor slowly withdrew the deeply imbedded cock until just
the tip rest in the tight opening of her cunt. Then, he surged forward with all his stored
up frustration. The thick hard length of the lust-engorged cock sunk powerfully into
her helplessly exposed vagina. The slap of his sperm-bloated balls slamming against her
upturned buttocks resounded through the room. Her full round breasts were flattened
on her chest as his body dropped heavily onto hers. Clamping his mouth tightly over
hers, he slipped his wet tongue deep between her open lips, muffling the gasps forming
in her throat. His broad shoulders, wedged against the back of her slender calves,
pinioned her in that helpless position as he rammed into her. Snaking his hands
beneath her buttocks, he tightly grasped each full soft cheek of her ass, cupping them in
his spread fingers and palms, squeezing the warm flesh and pulling them wide apart.
His loins began to move in and out with long, hard strokes, pistoning into the passage
that was now wet and slippery from the young blond's rising excitement. His own
breathing came in short bursts and the sight of her magnificent breasts swaying wildly
with tightly erect nipples, made him plunge even more deeply, driving her a few inches
up the bed and making her neck arch with sudden sensation.
"Oh, yes, oooooh," Cindy groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing
through her cruelly ravished young body. There was no longer any reason to fight the
lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost the battle against the
obscene feelings and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent lascivious
chills of further desire prickling around the base of her spine as she responded to the
measured cadence of Dr. Frisch's cock driving in and out of her up-turned loins. She
could feel each movement of the huge fleshy shaft in her narrow channel, the giant
head slithering up and down the warm, slippery passageway and the sharp slap of his
bloated balls against her exposed anus as he lunged forward on each down-stroke.
Maddening rushes of cool air eddied between her wide-splayed thighs each time he
withdrew, drying the thin rivulets of sweat that trickled hotly down from his 
straining loins.
The two attendants and the idiot guarding the door watched the scene on the bed in
greedy fascination. Finally, unable to just stand by any longer, the naked attendants
descended on the bed. Suddenly, Cindy was aware of other hands roaming all over her
body. Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by hands that had slipped between
them and the doctor's pounding body. They were hard and cruel and brought her pink,
bud-like nipples to involuntary erection with their brutal teasing.
Another hand momentarily paused to tweak at her burning clitoris, then quickly
travelled down to the juncture of her buttocks where quickly and without preparation,
it was pushed into the soft rubbery confines of her tight puckered anus.
"Oooooooh," she whimpered in painful protest as Les pushed harder at his thick finger
implanted in her rectum. He smiled sadistically as she tried vainly to wriggle away.
"Ooooooooooh," she groaned louder this time as the finger continued to work down
inside the defenseless opening, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he
wormed mercilessly into her. The hand cupping her naked breasts twisted and squeezed
with brutal thoroughness, teasing and pulling at every part of their young round
firmness until she thought she would burst from the intensity of the lewd sensations
running through her helplessly pinioned body.
Suddenly, the doctor ceased his frenzied pumping for a moment and looked around
him, an expression creasing his face. "For God's sake, will you please get out of my
way," he snapped. "Let her suck you or something, but keep out of my way!"
The finger popped from her anus as suddenly as it had slipped in, and then suddenly
she was aware of a weight sinking down on the bed beside her. The blond teenager felt
her head pulled roughly, to one side and then there were fingers fumbling at her lips,
trying to open her mouth. She jerked open her eyes and saw with horror a short thick
cock in a thick patch of wiry red hair. Realizing what the lust-incited man expected her
to do, she turned to the doctor for some sort of assistance, but his eyes were shining
with savage lust.
"That's right, my dear," he gasped as he pumped into her. "Suck it... Now!"
Before she could move or answer, her head was again turned to the side and the head of
the thick prick was being forced against her tightly clamped lips. She desperately tried
to shake her head away, but then her resistance was suddenly cut short as he rammed
the thick rod of flesh in, crushing through her soft moist lips into the warm wet cavern
of her mouth. She could feel the thick blunt head slithering up the length of her
tongue, lifting her concentration momentarily from the doctor's huge penis ramming
deep into her belly.
His eyes glazed with lust, the stocky red-head began to jerk his pelvis as he half
inchned on the bed beside her, sliding the short fat prick in and out of her ovaled
mouth, never quite withdrawing it, leaving the hot, swollen head half an inch inside her
mouth. Cindy struggled mentally to block out the vile rape of her mouth, but it was
impossible as he speeded up his vicious thrusts to match those of the doctor, ramming
mercilessly into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide
as he shoved forward, burying the shaft deep into her throat.
Jock looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the captive girl
skewered between his thick cock in her mouth and the doctor's cudgel in her pussy.
Unconsciously, he followed the rhythm the doctor was setting and relentlessly sawed in
and out of her mouth, forcing her lips wide apart with each forward jerk until the
whole of his rigid flesh was swallowed in her mouth and the huge blood-filled head was
embedded deep in her throat. His hands held her head in a vice-like grip with the
palms pressed hard against her ears as she coughed and sputtered when the tip
rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the instroke. He watched her tender lips clasping
tighter and tighter around it as her mouth became accustomed to the sudden debasing
intrusion. At the foot of the bed, he could see Les patiently awaiting his turn to use the
girl's body and, across the room, Willy was watching them with eyes opened wide and
excited from the effect the licentious sight was having on him. His unbelievably huge
cock had been pulled free from his trousers and he was stroking in time to the vicious
buffeting of Cindy's body impaled between Jock and the doctor's thrusting cocks.
Cindy suddenly felt the rising tide of orgasm beginning deep in her quivering belly.
The very humiliation and debasement of her position sparked strange new pulsing
waves of excitement that danced like demons through her shredded nerve ends. The
saliva in her mouth was becoming sticky as small emissions of Jock's lubricating fluid
seeped from the end of his cock into the warm depths of her mouth, but she continued
to lick and suck at the fleshy staff disappearing into her mouth, her head bobbing
madly beside Jock's wildly-straining hips. She sucked for it all to end as she felt her own
insides exploding in a cascade of sparks and meteors tunneling through her veins like
liquid fire.
As if in response to her own orgasm, the attendant lying next to her jerked suddenly
and writhed his hips up tight to her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep into
her grasping throat. She groaned around the erupting cock in her mouth as hot, thick
liquid squirted into her throat and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed,
her cheeks inflating and hollowing from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm. At
the same time, her own orgasm was flooding in great sensual waves of cum around the
jack-hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips
clasped tightly around its base. It was indescribable and the whole of her crotch felt wet
and used beyond belief. Unconscious tears of joy rolled from her eyes.
Cindy was vaguely aware that the cock in her quivering cunt seemed to be getting
bigger and bigger and the doctor thrust forward without mercy. It began to spurt and
she could feel the delicious white, hot liquid shooting into her like burning fire,
trickling down the walls of her contracting vagina like streams of molten lava. The
muscles of her cunt clasped greedily around it, wildly milking the deep-sunk
instrument. There was nothing else in the world to her but the heated throb in her
soaking vagina and the still-jerking cock in her sucking mouth.
Suddenly, she realized that both men had come, that it would all end soon, and she
reached frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to
desperately milk, at the balls pressed into the split of her behind. It was so wonderful!
She couldn't let it stop!
Cindy groaned in frustration as the huge member in her vagina continued to jerk its
completion, filling her womb and foaming out the contracting fleshy lips around the
base of his cock, soaking the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in.
"Oh, yessss, more, more," she sobbed incoherently around the deflating cock that was
slowly slipping from her mouth, a thin string of semen following it away. The hot walls
of her jerking cunt sucked hungrily at the throbbing cock, until it gave one final
spasmodic jerk, the last drop sucked into her writhing body.
The doctor rolled exhausted and drained from her still squirming form and her hips
jerked gratefully upward to receive the hurried thrust of the dark-haired attendant who
had been waiting at the foot of the bed. He fucked into her hungrily milking young
pussy like a jackhammer, needing no foreplay to excite him. The spectacle had been
enough. They raced wildly together for another climax.
It hit her suddenly like an angry fist in the stomach. Great waves of searing
incomprehendable joy broke over her thrashing body and she groaned out her release
as Les's long, thin cock pumped wildly into her. A moment later, the attendant's prick
spat uncontrollably into her, again overflowing her already filled womb.
Her strength was suddenly gone and she lay limp and panting as the attendant lifted
her off, withdrawing his deflating cock with a slight plop.
Her exhausted body could not move as she watched him stumble back and collapse
against the side of the bed. Her eyes were about to flutter closed when suddenly she saw
the half-wit Willy moving up to the foot of the bed, naked from the waist down. She
shivered as she saw the orderly standing over her naked body, his hand locked around a
penis that looked like it belonged on a bull, not a man. Her eyes went wide as she
stared at the size of the massive instrument and she groaned a feeble protest, but the
slavering child-man was already climbing up onto the bed.
"No, Willy, leave her alone," she heard the doctor sharply command. "You'll hurt her
with that oversized leg of yours."
She heard the sound of a defeated whimper, then watched in astonishment as the
hulking form knelt between her legs. He began wildly stroking at his monstrous penis,
locking his eyes insanely down at the wet matted mound of her loins. She heard him
groan and felt a sudden rush of hot sticky liquid raining down on her naked breasts.
And then he moved away. Her eyes flickered open once more to see if anyone else had
appeared, then closed again as exhausted sighs of satiation escaped through her 
spermcovered lips.
She lay motionless for awhile, listening to the four men panting around her. Her legs
were still spread wide and her loins were wet and raw from the ravishment they had
just been subjected to.
Anyone who wanted to could have come into that rose-colored bedroom and fucked her
to their heart's content. She would not have resisted or cared, nothing mattered
anymore. A few hours ago, she had been an almost innocent teenager who had never
seriously considered the thought of sex with anyone, and now she lay here on the bed
with the sperm of three complete strangers poohng somewhere in the deep secret
recesses of her body.
Still, she could not decide that she was entirely sorry that it had happened. She had
never even imagined of an experience so wonderfully beautiful, and even the marijuana
she had tried a few times at parties with her high school friends hadn't been nearly as
exciting as what had happened today. It was absolutely impossible for her to
understand why so many well-meaning people like her mother had taught her such
funny attitudes toward sex, but she supposed that there would have to be some kind of
a reason. Nothing is all good or all bad, as her father used to say. But, she was too tired
to think about it right now and, besides the mere thought of there being something bad
about what had just happened was too disturbing to even consider. She had enjoyed it
too much to want to find a reason to give it up already.
She moved, pulling her trembling legs slowly together to see if she could control them.
Her whole body ached with weariness and she winced as she pulled herself slowly to a
sitting position, pausing there to allow her aching muscles to adjust to the movement
before she placed her hands on the side of the huge satin-covered bed and gingerly
pushed herself up to a standing position.
The young blond walked slowly to the wall-large mirror on the other side of the
bedroom and studied with uncaring detachment the scattered slight bruises that marked
her smooth white skin. She was almost surprised as she realized that she really didn't
look any different from when she was just an innocent virgin, yesterday at this same
time of day. In fact, she decided with some amazement, she might even look a little
better. Despite the fact that her long silky hair was tousled and uncombed, her face
glowed with healthy contentment and her big blue eyes seemed to sparkle more
brightly than they ever had before.
She smiled suddenly, suppressing a girlish giggle, as the thought flashed through her
mind that the doctor might have someone else in his office right now, peering through
the two-way mirror at her. But, a quick glance at the doctor's exhausted form lying
sprawled across the bed with the others made her doubt the idea. He didn't look like he
was going to get any more work done for the rest of the day. Nevertheless, she leaned
forward and impishly pressed her nose up against the monstrous mirror in an effort to
peek through it into the office on the other side of the glass.
"Are you trying to figure out my professional secrets, my dear?" the doctor asked
jovially, coming to life again from among the limp figures on and around the bed.
Caught in the act, Cindy guiltily whirled around. "Oh, well, I was just wondering if I
could see anything," she said with studied nonchalance. Then, no longer able to
suppress her rising spirits, she giggled and added, "You could make all the money you
would ever need here if you just sold tickets to your office while therapy is going on in
here! Wow," she giggled again as another thought struck her, "Just think what you
could get for season tickets!"
Chuckling at her frolicsome air, the doctor asked, "Are you really as pleased as you're
acting? You went through quite a few men, this morning." He stared pointedly at her
sperm-splattered breasts and then at the glistening creamy streamlets of cum fluids that
were still glistening on her inner thighs, leaving dark wet marks in the deep carpet.
"Well," she said thoughtfully, quieting for a moment so she could consider what she
wanted to say. "At first, I didn't want to do it because everybody tells you you're not
supposed to... and I was pretty scared because it hurt so much the first time... but, then,
I really wanted to – and, then, I really liked it!" she happily concluded, smiling brightly
at the doctor. "Hmmm, yes, that's just fine," the doctor said slowly. "As far as it goes.
But, well have a chance to delve into all your underlying attitudes later this afternoon.
Right now, why don't we get washed up and go back to my office for lunch and a little
chat about your family?"
He wormed his way out from among the other men who lay on the bed, all apparently
fast asleep. But, the psychiatrist ignored them and strode purposefully over to one of
the velvet draperies on the side wall of the room, drawing it back to reveal a tiny alcove
lined with sinks and equipped with everything Cindy needed to pull herself back to
normal, or whatever... She wasn't terribly certain of exactly what normal was going to
be from now on.


Chapter 7

Cindy heard her stomach rumbling and became aware that she was ravenously hungry
as she padded the short distance down the corridor between the bedroom door and the
entrance to Dr. Frisch's office. The doctor lagged a few steps behind her, obviously not
quite recuperated from the exertion of the orgy-like "therapy" session they had just
completed.
Hugging her arms tightly around the waist of her white cotton hospital robe to silence
the insistant rumblings of her empty stomach, the high-spirited young blonde waited
impatiently by the office door while the doctor approached, then fumbled absently in
his deep trouser pocket for the key, finally discovering it in his jacket.
"That's funny, I was certain I'd locked this door," the bearded psychiatrist muttered
distractedly as the door unlatched and swung inward a few inches at the first gentle
touch of the key against the lock. Cindy paid scant attention, her mental energies being
occupied by an internal discussion of exactly what she was going to order to quench the
hunger pangs that she was so suddenly aware of. The last time she had felt this hungry
was last autumn when she had worked herself to exhaustion several nights a week as a
high school varsity cheerleader at the football games and practices.
Now, she rushed right past the doctor into the darkened office and saw with delight
that the two-way mirror was turned on. She stood before it and stared gleefully at the
three men who were still hard asleep, exhausted by their efforts in the earlier therapy
session.
"You forgot to turn off the mirror, Dr. Frisch," she said, turning to the silhouetted form
who stood motionless in the open doorway. "Where's the switch? I'll do it."
"I did not forget to turn the mirror off, my dear," she heard him slowly utter in an
expressionless voice. "And no one but my special staff knows the location of that
switch. Someone has broken into my office."
Shocked out of her cheerfulness by the idea that someone had been watching as she was
taken by three different men, the fair-haired teenager stood silently as she saw the
doctor move in the door and reach out for something on the wall next to the mirror.
Suddenly, the lights in the office blazed on and Cindy was left blinking as her eyes
became accustomed to the light again. Behind her, she heard the doctor gasp and then
begin to cough as if he had just choked on something.
"That's right, Peter dear," she heard a woman's voice murmur. "It wasn't exactly a
burglar..." Cindy's eyes followed the sound of the silky voice and discovered the owner
sitting in the doctor's chair behind his desk. She was brearhtakingly beautiful with high
cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes that made her look almost like some exotic variety
of Siamese cat. She had masses of jet black hair piled high on her head and fiery eyes
that burned through Cindy like two hot belching volcanic craters smoldering just before
eruption.
"Is this little girl one of your patients, Peter darling?" the woman purred with sugar
coated murder in her voice. "She seems a bit young... but, then again, she appears to be
very receptive to your therapy, your very special personal therapy. How long has she
been getting this special treatment, my love? She certainly doesn't seem like a
beginner!" The last words were snapped out like tiny bullets from a very efficient, very
deadly machine gun. Instinctively, Cindy moved back a few steps toward the protection
of the doctor's strength.
"Now, Doreen, let me explain. There is always a reason for everything," the doctor said
weakly. Cindy was stunned. She had never heard the psychiatrist sound so uncertain of
himself, and when she glanced quickly back at him, she was astounded to see that his
eyebrows were gathered in a worried frown and a light sweat had broken out, beading
his forehead.
"An explanation, you say?" the woman fairly shrieked as her saccharine composure
cracked. Cindy heard the doctor scrabbling to shut the door as she whirled around
again to face the angered woman. "How dare you babble at me about explanations?
Have you misplaced your recollection of my role in the development of your intensive
therapy program, Peter dear?"
Cindy had a feeling that she was about to be scorched by the sparks flashing in the
woman's eyes and she tried to quietly slip out of the line of fire between the doctor and
the beautiful wom-on. But her small steps toward the couch on the side of the room did
not go unnoticed and the young blonde suddenly realized that she was being glared at
with the most intense contempt she had ever seen in any human's eyes.
"Stay where you are!" she barked, freezing Cindy' in her tracks. "This is for your
benefit too, so that you will know that you are under the professional care of a poseur,
a quack!" The woman pushed back her chair and majestically rose to her feet,
announcing, "I am Doreen Bernhardt Frisch, wife of this jelly-minded simpleton,
author of his books and papers, creator of his method of therapy and mechanic for this
insipid mask he calls his professional image!"
Doreen Frisch sighed deeply, her imposing chest rising dnd falling under the red knit
dress she wore. "Not having the qualifications to legally practice psychiatry, I trustingly
gave Peter my work, and all the credit for it, on the condition, that he follow the
prescribed treatments to the letter. Now," she went on more quietly, her voice chilling
as the angry fires in her eyes were frozen over with calculated menace, "I believe you
have made an unpardonable error."
"But, my dear, there are certain times when the rules must be... um, stretched a little to
accommodate a particular situation," the doctor sputtered, vainly trying to regain
control of the conversation.
The statuesque brunette threw back her head and barked out a short humorless laugh
in recognition of his offered explanation, then reverted to her former air of cold
disapproval. "Peter, if you had enough brains to recognize an exception to the rules,
you wouldn't need me. But you do need me, and I will tell you all the exceptions you
need to know," she snapped. "I am the only exception you have to worry about. Every
other woman is a patient and she goes by the books!"
Cindy could see the woman struggling to get a grip of her rising anger that was
threatening to rage out of control. Behind her, she could hear nothing but the doctor's
heavy breathing as he silently listened to his wife's jealous fury.
"But, my dear, the book says," he finally murmured haltingly, causing Cindy to breathe
a sigh of relief that, at last, he would say something to calm his wife.
But, the next moment, Cindy's heart leapt in fear as the woman whirled on him,
freezing the words in his throat. "The book says that you are a detached observer in all
aspects of the intensive therapy. You watch, you listen, you make notes. You never
endanger your objectivity by involving yourself!"
Cindy's mind went back to the morning's therapy and she remembered how much she
had wanted the doctor to shove his huge, hard penis inside her, how good it felt when
he made her cum. She decided that the doctor's wife was wrong about what she had
just said and, mustering all her courage, the blonde teenager whispered timidly, "I
thought it was all right... I mean, it worked, didn't it?"
Momentarily taken aback by the girl's simple logic, the handsome woman glared
menacingly for a while, then magically her expression changed to one of loving
maternal tenderness and she smiled tolerantly at Cindy's youthful sincerity.
"Poor little girl, you're lucky I came today," she crooned, barely controlling the venom
in her voice. "Right now, you might already be permanently scarred from his stupidity.
But, we'll fix that... From now on, I am going to direct all your treatments personally!"
Cindy recoiled from the announcement, realizing for the first time that the woman's
anger was also directed toward her. "No, I'm sorry, but I want the doctor to take care of
me," she gasped, almost before she knew what she was saying.
"Yes, I imagine so," Doreen said drily as she scanned the wall beside her, looking for
something. Suddenly, she found it, a small black button hidden in the wallpaper and
pressed her finger against it for several seconds.
Cindy could hear a loud muffled buzzing sound and she turned to peer through the
two-way mirror, now smoky and dark because of the room's bright lights. As she had
feared, the two naked attendants and the orderly had been jolted out of their sleep by
the noise and were already scrambling into their clothes.
"Doreen, I really must protest," the doctor meekly interjected as he too became aware
of the activity in the bedroom. "After all, this is my hospital. I am the psychiatrist here."
The woman stared at him with mild distaste, then smiled with exaggerated tolerance.
"Peter, I need you because you are legally allowed to make my ideas work. You need
me because you are brainless and spineless' she explained slowly as if to a very young
child. "In fact, you have probably crippled this poor girl's personality, but I am willing
to correct your error in this particular case
Cindy felt fear running like ice-water through her veins as the imposing woman
speared through her with another hate-filled glance.
"Otherwise," the doctor's wife continued, turning her attention back to the unspeaking
man, "I will feel forced to expose you to the psychiatric world as a phony. I can and will
prove that you stole all my works!"
The woman's vicious threat was punctuated by the loud banging of someone at the
door.
"Well finish this discussion later, Doreen," the psychiatrist muttered and turned to open
the door.
Outside, the two orderlies stood waiting. As they peered into the doctor's office, their
eyes immediately fell on Cindy and paused to feast on her ripe, voluptuous curves,
apparent even through the cotton robe. Their expressions clearly showed that they had
thoroughly enjoyed the mornings session and were ready for more. Obvious bulges
began to appear in the crotches of their trousers as the seconds passed in silence and
each of the attendants became more and more engrossed in his private sexual fantasy.
Completely unaware of their scrutiny, Cindy was gazing back and forth at the doctor
and his wife, wondering who was going to say the words that would decide her fate, at
least for the rest of the day. Then tension in the room became almost unbearable as
Doreen observed the attendants' reactions to Cindy's lush, young body. Both Cindy and
the doctor could almost see the older woman's jealous anger solidify into an icy
determination for revenge against the beautiful young girl and the husband who had
betrayed her.
"Boys, why don't you take Cindy up to the sun-porch. Get her some lunch and
something to read for the afternoon. She's had a pretty full day," the doctor said,
speaking quickly as he noted his wife's expression.
Cindy moved quickly to join the men in the hallway, but she was not fast enough to
escape the woman's fury.
"Stop!" Doreen Frisch's voice rang authoritatively through the silence. "Jock and Les,
take this girl to her room, feed her, then sedate her for the rest of the day. She's
undergoing severe psychic trauma and may crack at any time. She shouldn't be running
around the building."
Confused by the conflicting orders, the men waited until the doctor wearily nodded
agreement with his wife. "Do as she says," he sighed, then turned to Cindy with a smile
of reassurance, adding, "Don't worry, my dear. This will all be straightened out
tomorrow."
Nodding mutely, the frightened girl walked out to the corridor. Then, like a song-bird
mesmerized by a cobra, Cindy involuntarily glanced back at the doctor's wife.
Triumphantly smiling, the beautiful woman nodded a farewell to the young blonde and
whispered the single word:
"Tomorrow..."
Barely stifling the terrified scream she felt rising in her throat, Cindy whirled away and
hurried up the corridor, grateful for the temporary protection of the two attendants.
Today, they were her friends, but tomorrow?


Chapter 8

It was dark when Cindy began to drift out of the deep, drugged sleep that had kept her
unconscious since early that afternoon. At first she lay still, her blurred eyes searching
for the luminous hands of the clock on the wall beside her bed.
She couldn't seem to find the lighted clock-face and then she noticed the strange odor
in the air. It was acrid, but clean-smelling, like the high school after the floors had just
been mopped. She started to roll over, then groaned under her breath. Her muscles
between her thighs were so sore that she couldn't stand to move them, so she lay
quietly until the pain faded.
She moved her arms to stretch, then suddenly froze. Her fingers were touching thick
rods of cold metal at the head of the bed. But, her own bed had a carved wood
headboard...
Her head felt strangely thick and it was difficult to think, but she forced herself to
concentrate – and suddenly, she remembered.
In spite of the pain, she sat up quickly, then clenched her eyes tightly shut against the
memories that were now flooding back into her head. First, that frightening rape in the
ambulance on the way to the mental hospital, then the strangely exciting view of the
other "special" patient being fucked by the huge dog, and finally the intense fear she
had felt at the beginning of her own "therapy" session, which had given way to the
wonderful awakening of her body, the wild twisting and churning of bodies and
sensations. She had been conquered by those sensations, all her inhibitions overcome
by the strange events of the last several days.
Cindy smiled in the darkness. It had been a little hard to realize that all the things she
had been taught about being a "good" girl were just not true, but now that she was
freed of those silly, useless restrictions, she was happily looking forward to a whole
lifetime of sensual pleasures. But, then, her contented smile faded as she remembered
the confrontation in the doctor's office...
Doreen Frisch... Cindy shuddered as the name came to her mind. The blonde teenager
had no idea of what the doctor's jealous wife was planning to do to her, but Cindy was
absolutely certain that it was going to be unpleasant... or possibly, worse than that! The
girl had no doubt that Doreen Frisch would know exactly how to drive her out of her
young mind, and would take great enjoyment from the process of turning the pretty
teenager into a raving lunatic.
Willing to take almost any risk to avoid falling into the cruel hands of the doctor's wife,
the blonde girl made a quick decision. After listening for any movement outside in the
hallway, she lifted the cover slowly and slid quietly to the floor. She found her cotton
robe on the nightstand and slipped it over her shoulders, tying the drawstrings tight
around her waist. She tiptoed to the door and breathlessly tried the handle, sighing
gratefully when it turned noiselessly under the pressure of her fingers.
Fighting down the waves of weariness that weighted her body, she realized that they
must have given her enough of the sleeping injection to keep her unconscious all night
and then not bothered to lock her door. Thanking God that she had awakened after all,
Cindy held her breathe and moved the door slightly to see if it made a noise. It didn't.
She painstakingly pulled it open and slipped out into the lighted corridor, her bare feet
moving cat-like across the cold tile floor.
The hallway was vacant one way. She turned around to check the other direction and,
suddenly, had to clamp her mouth shut to stifle a little scream of fear.
Not two feet behind her, the hulking form of Willy was sitting in a small wooden chair,
obviously placed there to guard her own door. Cindy's tightly-wound nerves were able
to relax a little, however, as she heard faint snoring from the halfwit's nodding head.
Cindy stared at him for a moment, wondering which of the Frisch's had ordered the
guard duty. It didn't take too much thought to figure it out, and the idea that Doreen
Frisch wanted revenge that badly made the young blonde even more frightened than
before.
Well, she thought determinedly, this was her chance, and it might be the last one she
would get. She still liked the doctor, but she couldn't take a chance on his winning in a
battle of wills against his venomous wife – not when she, Cindy, was the stakes they
were fighting over!
Still so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, Cindy padded noiselessly past
the dozing Willy, then drove her exhausted, aching body to move more quickly until
she could round the first corner and be out of sight of the guard at her door.
Cindy lost track of time after that as she wandered through the empty corridors, trying
to stay awake long enough to find an unlocked door to lead her out o\A3 the old
building. Hopefully trying several doors, she recoiled instinctively from the blank stares
or manic laughter that greeted her from beyond them. At last, she was beginning to
wonder if she really wasn't still home asleep and in the middle of a nightmare when,
suddenly, she turned a corner and miraculously faced a green metal fire door, just like
the ones they had in the high school.
Throwing caution to the winds, she hopefully stumbled toward it and pressed the heavy
metal latch, pushing at the door with all her remaining strength.
The door creaked rustily as it swung open on its hinges, but the blonde teenager barely
noticed as she stepped out onto the doorstep and breathed deeply of the warm night
air. The wedge of light from the open doorway illuminated part of the woods
surrounding the building, and Cindy remembered the doctor telling her that morning
about a small town a few miles beyond the woods. More than anything else in the
world, she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep somewhere, but she had to make it to
that town first.
Briskly slapping her cheeks to awaken her dulled senses, Cindy was just about to set off
for the woods when, suddenly, a harsh, menacing growl broke the stillness of the night.
The sleepy girl peered into the blackness around her, then cringed back into the
doorway as the huge Great Dane she had seen that morning came slinking out of the
shadows, his gleaming fangs bared as he approached her. Realizing that it would be
impossible to outrun the monstrous watch dog and recoiling from the frightening
memories of what the animal had done to the other "special" patients, Cindy sunk
down against the wall, despairing of escape. As drugged sleep rapidly overtook her
mind again the teenager barely noticed as the dog bgan loudly barking for assistance
with his captive.
Moments later, however, she was roughly shaken back to consciousness by the brusque
jostling of the two attendants dragging her back along the corridors of the building. As
she sleepily attempted to gain her footing so that she could walk instead of being towed
across the cold hard tile, she saw the doctor and his wife walking ahead of them in the
hallway, both in their night clothes.
"I told you she couldn't be trusted," Cindy vaguely heard the woman's angry tone. "She
even escaped from the guard at her door! Something must be done about her!"
Through sleep-fogged eyes, Cindy thought she saw the doctor shrug, but could not hear
what he said.
"Peter, there must be discipline in this institution," the woman insisted, tossing her
mane of black hair over the shoulder of her long red robe. "Why don't you give her a
taste of the men's ward, so the little bitch will know where she could end up, if she
doesn't behave?"
Trying to understand what was happening, Cindy tried to make out the doctor's soft
words, but dozed off again as he was speaking.
The next thing she knew was that she was thrown on the floor somewhere. Grateful,
for the chance to rest, she started to curl up comfortably when a shrill, boyish voice
startled her awake:
"Oh, look, we have a girl! A girl in our room! Oh, wait 'til I tell the doctor!"
Cindy's eyes jerked open and she stared in horror at the brightly-lit room before her. It
was lined with ten or twelve beds, all filled with just-awakened men who were each
beginning to respond to her presence in a different way. Her eyes flew to the man who
had just sounded the alarm and found a pudgy, middle-aged face peering over tightly
gripped covers. When he saw that she was looking at him, the man struck out his
tongue and shouted, "Go away, girl!" before diving under the protection of the covers.
Confused, Cindy surveyed the other occupants of the beds, noting with relief that
several had simply rolled over and gone back to sleep. But even in hef stuperous, still
half drugged condition, she began to feel twinges of fear as others of the men stared at
her with growing interest.
As she saw the blank-faced man in the bed nearest her throw his feet over the edge of
the mattress, Cindy's mind short-circuited in panic. She could still hear the doctor and
his wife bitterly arguing in the hallway outside, so she banged frantically on the
knobless door beside her, praying they would release her from these men.
No one came and she glanced over her shoulder to see the expressionless man right
behind her, simply standing and staring as she called for help. Beyond him, she could
see half a dozen other pajama'd men moving toward her. Their faces were not so blank
and what she saw in some of their expressions frightened her even more.
"Please, please, let me out. I'll be good, I promise! But, please, let me out of here!" she
called again.
"The girl says she'll be good! The girl promises!" the shrill voice of the pudgy man
echoed her.
She heard several bursts of laughter behind her and then, a deep sinister chuckle. "After
all this time, she don't hafta be good," the hoarse voice added.
Cindy's head was whirling with terror and the effect of the sleeping drug. She wasn't
sure she could stay awake much longer, but she had to... had to defend... her self...
On her knees before the metal door, she banged once more against it, then collapsed in
merciful oblivion as she felt a clammy hand slip up the back of her thighs under the
white hospital robe.


Chapter 9

Cindy lay staring at the cracked white paint on the ceiling in her own tiny hospital
room where she had awakened. A bird was merrily chirping on her windowsill, but the
blonde teenager was too upset to appreciate the bright summer morning. She had
awakened, still terrified from the night before, and it had taken her several fear-filled
moments to realize that she was no longer in danger and had not been harmed. She
concluded that she must have been rescued from the men in that ward soon after she
had passed out.
Nevertheless, the very fact that the doctor's wife would recommend such a terrifying
experience to "discipline" her made Cindy fume with anger. It had not only frightened
her, Cindy, out of her wits, but it might have been harmful to some of those poor sick
men as well! It was now obvious to the young blonde that the psychiatrist had no
control over his vicious wife, or such a thing never would have happened to Cindy.
And, in that case, Cindy decided, she had better make another attempt to get away
from the rest home before Doreen Frisch had the opportunity to complete her revenge.
Bristling with angry determination, Cindy sat up in the bed and was about to lower her
feet to the floor when she realized that her left ankle was caught in the bedclothes. She
impatiently yanked her leg, but the ankle was held fast at the foot of the bed. Wriggling
down to the far end of the mattress, she pushed the pile of covers back and saw with
astonishment that her foot had been tied to the bedframe with a canvas bracelet and
light chain. Cindy frowned in frustration and her anger began to mount as she thought
of how the doctor's wife was taking unfair advantage of her helplessness to subjugate
and humiliate her in every way she could.
But, there was a limit to how much one person could stand, Cindy angrily decided. She
just wasn't going to take it anymore!
Cindy sat staring for a moment at her manacled ankle, then reached down and pulled
at the chain as hard as she could, hoping against hope that it might be improperly
fastened. At her tug, the loop of chain that secured her to the bed came rattling up the
metal post. The lock did not look terribly strong and she yanked at it again until the
metal bed squeaked and rattled from the strain.
She rested a moment and was about to go at it again when the door banged open and
the hulking form of Willy came lumbering into the room. She had forgotten that he
still might be outside, guarding her door.
"W-what are you d-doing there, girl?" he haltingly demanded.
Cindy smiled up at him and pointed to her foot. "Somebody put this thing on me by
mistake," she lied in her friendliest voice. "I'd like to get it off."
The halfwit looked at her unsympathetically and Cindy remembered that he had
probably gotten into some trouble for letting her get past him last night. Trying to
appeal to him another way, she grimaced and said, "It hurts my foot. It's too tight."
His beady eyes stared suspiciously at her for a moment as he reached down and
touched her ankle. "Ow!" she cried, screwing up her face.
She watched hopefully as he leaned over and inspected the bracelet, then, suddenly he
thrust his index finger under the manacle, between her skin and the canvas strap and
stared accusingly into her face.
"You l-lying again," he charged, shaking his head. "M-Mrs. Frisch, she told m-me you
were s-sneaky, b-but your n-not going to g-get away from me again." His face softened
in sympathy as he added, "You v-very sick girl. Lady t-told me. So j-just lie down nice
and qu-quiet now."
Cindy's impatience showed on her face. "Do you always believe what Mrs. Frisch tells
you?" she demanded.
"L-lady not c-crazy or she be here in b-bed," he stuttered in a voice full of conviction.
His tiny eyes twinkled with dull malice as he added, "You here in bed. N-now lay down
and don't m-make trouble."
Cindy remained obstinately upright, determined that she was not going to be ordered
around like a child, especially by this oversized halfwit.
The feeble-minded orderly waited a moment, then shook his head again and lifted her
bodily from the mattress, flinging her out on the bed as though he were unrolling a rug.
Cindy closed her eyes as she lay stiffly on the bed, not wanting to give the moronic
orderly the pleasure of seeing her raging frustration. But, long minutes passed and she
didn't hear him moving away, so she finally gave in and opened her eyes, sighing with
exasperation.
"Well, what do you want now?" she inquired of the baby-faced man who was still
hovering over her.
Willy smiled anxiously down at her, then nervously licked his lips. "I think... y-you very
pretty c-crazy girl," he hesistantly announced, clarifying his intentions by suddenly
grabbing one of Cindy's breasts in his huge meaty hand.
Cindy lost her composure at his unexpected attack. The very touch of the moronic
orderly's hand made her cringe away with disgust and, besides, she had seen his
monstrous cock yesterday morning and doubted whether any normal woman could take
all of its size. It he wanted to fuck her, she didn't know what she would do.
As if reading her thoughts, the halfwit grinned excitedly at her and gasped,. "F-fuck!
You l-like fuck, huh?" He grinned even more broadly and whispered, "You l-look at
what I g-got!" With his other free hand, he jerked down the zipper of his white trousers
and reached inside. A moment later, he extricated his massive rod of hard flesh and
waved it enthusiastically before the stunned teenager's face.
Cindy couldn't help but stare at the unbelievable instrument jutting from the opening
in the orderly's trousers. It had already hardened in his excitement and it looked nearly
as big as Cindy's own lower arm. The grinning halfwit proudly pulled back the thick
foreskin so she could examine the throbbing ruby head, so fat and blood-swollen that it
shined in the morning light, with a sparkling drop of semen already oozing from the
glans. But, it was the size of the gigantic shaft that not only awed but frightened the
blonde teenager, and she slowly shook her head back and forth on the pillow.
"No, Willy, you can't do that," she said firmly. "You're just too big for me."
The halfwit's smile faded and he tightened his grip on Cindy's captured breasts until
she winced from the painful pressure. "We fuck, j-just like Jock and L-les! You like
fuck! I s-see you fuck them; n-now fuck me!" With that, he climbed onto the bed and
tried to position himself between Cindy's tightly-clenched legs.
Taken unaware by the halfwit's sudden decision, the terrified teenager tried desperately
to push the hulking body away from her, crying out, "No, Willy! No, please! Stop it,
Willy, stop!" If her pleas didn't make him stop his attack, Cindy hoped that her loud
cries would at least summon one of the attendant to rescue her.
Then, as if in answer to a prayer, she heard noisy footsteps hurrying down the hallway
toward her room. "Willy, get off! Someone's coming," she hissed through angrily
clenched teeth at her moronic orderly who had almost succeeded in his efforts to pry
her legs open.
He responded immediately, slipping off the bed with a guilty backward glance as the
tapping of the footsteps reached Cindy's doorway. Then, the panting young blonde held
her breath and gasped as she saw the statuesque form of the doctor's wife outlined
menacingly in the door frame. There was an arrogant, self-satisfied expression on
Doreen Frisch's face as she gaze down at the girl shackled to the bed. It seemed like
years went by before she spoke.
"Good morning, you poor sick little girl," she trilled mockingly. "I see our Willy had
been trying to get a head start on the therapy session I have planned for this morning."
"Oh, no! You can't..." Cindy gasped as she understood what the evilly grinning woman
planned to do to her. Then, she mustered up her courage and decided she had better try
to stall her for as long as she could. "I'm sorry, but I am under Dr. Frisch's care and I
insist that he supervise my therapy," she coldly announced, watching the woman's face
for some sign or reaction of her words.
The tall brunette only laughed scornfully and Cindy didn't blame her. There was no
one Cindy could complain to, except maybe the doctor himself, but now Cindy was
certain that he had given in to his jealous wife and let her take over the blonde
teenager's case.
Cindy's eyes widened in fear as she watched the woman slowly glide into the room,
closing the door behind her, then gracefully approach the girl's terror-stricken form on
the bed. When she was standing right next to the worried orderly who was just then
remembering to replace his jutting prick in his trousers, the doctor's wife looked down
at Cindy contemptuously for a moment, then leaned down with a lightning movement
and clamped her hand around the girls blonde pubic mound, her long red fingernails
digging painfully into the tender flesh of Cindy's vaginal lips. She held the torturous
position for a moment, her dark eyes blazing with hatred, then released her hand and
smiled with venomous sweetness.
"That's the way we're going to do it, dear," she purred menacingly as she watched
Cindy's tensed body relax with relief now that the agonizing pain faded. "A pinch here,
a twist there.... you never know when they're coming. You can never relax because the
next moment might bring another shock of pain." She threw back her head and
laughed triumphantly at Cindy's expression of shocked horror. "By the time you get
through my therapy, nobody, not even my numbskull husband, will want you. You'll be
flying to pieces every time you see a door open or hear a footstep."
"No, please, leave me alone," Cindy whimpered in terror. "I didn't do anything to
you..."
"Ah, but you did something to my husband that I didn't like at all," the doctor's wife
replied. "And I'm going to make sure it doesn't happen again!"
"No, no, I'll tell the doctor what you're doing to me!" the poor distraught teenager
screamed in a last attempt to frighten the woman away.
"Try it, dear, and I promise, I'll make things even worse for you," the woman spit coldly
into her face. "Besides, who would he believe, a neurotic little teenager or the brilliant
woman who wrote all his famous works?"
"W-what are you going to do, M-Mrs. Frisch?" asked the wide-eyed Willy, who hadn't
understood most of the conversation he had heard.
The woman looked up at him and smiled condescendingly at the stupidity of his
question. Then, in answer, she reached down and jerked Cindy's legs wide apart. The
halfwit's eyes bulged at the voluptuous sight of the young girl's exposed coral fissure.
"Would you like to help me with this poor sick girl, Willy?" the doctor's wife taunted as
Cindy desperately clenched her thighs together again. "The doctor wouldn't let you
have her, would he? But, I'll let you have her as much as you want!"
Cindy cowered down into the mattress as she saw a thin fine of spittle fall from the
corner of the orderly's slack, panting lips.
"Show Willy what he's going to get, dear," the ecstatic woman commanded to Cindy.
The blonde teenager didn't move, but she suddenly jerked again as she felt the points of
the woman's long red fingernails jab into the tender flesh of her breast.
"Aaaaaaggggghh!" she cried as the needle-sharp tips pressed into her sensitive,
throbbing nipple.
"Show him your proud little pussy, you little bitch," the woman hissed.
Cindy grudgingly moved her legs slowly apart until the woman released her smarting
breast. Snorting impatiently, the tall brunette leaned over and grasped the girl's free
ankle, pulling it far out over the side of the mattress until Cindy moaned in protest at
the strain on her muscles.
"Do you like that, Willy?" the woman teased as the halfwit's eyes grew wider and small
beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. "Do you want to shove your big, hard cock
into that nice tight little pussy?"
Tears of shame and fear began to course down Cindy's cheeks as the woman pulled her
ankle farther out, opening and stretching the raw, pink flesh of the girl's vagina. She
was totally exposed to the trembling orderly's gaze as his beady eyes locked hungrily on
the narrow opening nestling in the sparse, soft field of golden pubic hair between her
legs.
"Y-yeah," the wild-eyed Willy sputtered as he rubbed his hand frantically over the
awesome bulge in the crotch of his trousers. "I wanna f-fuck her!"
Trembling with dread as she listened to the woman begin to work her plan for revenge,
Cindy felt more naked and frightened than ever in her life. She was at the mercy of a
hate-crazed woman and a lust-mad idiot, with no way to escape. Her flesh still burned
from the tormenting pressure of Doreen Frisch's fingernails and it would do her no
good to risk the horrible pain again. She would gladly die rather than go through what
was coming, but she didn't even have that choice right now. The jealous wife was
enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to let her victim get away and Cindy knew it
would be useless to even try to beg for mercy. In fact, the woman would probably enjoy
it a hundred times more if she could get Cindy to plead with her. There was no hope
for anything now, and the young blonde didn't try to stop the despairing tears of fear
and humiliation that were rolling down the sides of her face.
Cindy's body quivered as she suddenly felt a pressure between her legs. The doctor's
wife was leaning over her and flicking her fingers over the tender flesh of her exposed
vaginal opening.
"Oh; look at how much she wants you, Willy," the evilly smiling woman crooned as she
thrust a finger deep into the moist cleft, bringing another helpless twitch of Cindy's
body and a moan from deep in her throat. "Listen to her cry for your long hard cock.
Why I'll bet she wants you even more than Jock or Les... or even the doctor." The last
words were rasped out as the woman twisted her fingersr viciously in the young
blonde's tortured cuntal passage.
Cindy moaned and jerked, trying to escape the cruel impalement of the woman's
fingers, but the doctor's wife laughed in sadistic delight as she withdrew her fingers
wetly from Cindy's cunt. Beside her, Willy was tearing at the fabric of his trousers, a
lust-crazed look on his face.
"Let's untie her foot," the woman suddenly decided with a savage grin. "Then you can
really give it to her." She turned on Willy with a look of dire warning and added, "But,
you'd better not let her get away again!"
"N-no! I g-gonna fuck her!" he slobbered excitedly, not taking his eyes from between
Cindy's legs.
A moment later, Doreen Frisch had inserted a key into the tiny lock that closed the
canvas strip around Cindy's ankle and the binding fell away. The teenager lay quietly as
the woman returned to Willy's side, then with strength born of desperation, Cindy
leapt off the bed and raced for the door. She heard a gasp behind her and a huge hand
clamping over the back of her neck and it was all over.
Clamping his palms around her waist, Willy picked her up and carried her struggling
form back to the bed, throwing her roughly to the mattress. She landed on her face and
lay there, trembling in fear and humiliation.
"B-bad sick g-girl," Willy stuttered moronically.
"Don't worry, Willy, well punish her," Doreen Frischc said delightedly, Tunning her
fingertips over Cindy's full-rounded buttocks. "Take your clothes off."
Cindy stiffened as she heard Willy's clothes dropping hurriedly from his body and
wondered what the doctor's wife had meant by "punishment." She remembered the
horrible scene in the men's ward last night and shuddered in terror. What would the
woman think of next?
She jerked as she suddenly felt the woman's hands worm into the valley of her buttocks
and begin to slowly draw the firm, soft cheeks apart. Cindy could not see her eyes, but
could imagine them, burning and glowing like hot coals. She had wanted her revenge
and she was getting it, heaping greater and greater indignities on the helpless girl's
body.
"Look at this, Willy. This little brown hole would be even tighter around your big, thick
cock. It would be good medicine for the poor sick girl and it's so tight and warm."
Doreen Frisch crooned on, driving the imbecile's lust to the boiling point.
Cindy cowered into the mattress as she felt the tip of her finger playing over the
entrance of her naked rectum. She couldn't believe what the woman was suggesting. It
would be hard enough trying to take Willy's gigantic penis into her vagina, but this
wasn't human! She couldn't mean what she said. She was just trying to frighten her,
trying to make Cindy crawl and plead with her. She wouldn't dare let the idiot orderly
try to make love to her there!
She clenched her legs and buttocks together in reaction to the horrible thought and
sighed in relief as she felt the probing hands lift away from her ass. But a moment later,
they were replaced suddenly by wild slithering lips coursing all around her smooth oval
buttocks. Willy was biting into her without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from
her as she ground her groin down into the mattress to try to escape. He spread her
buttocks apart with his thumbs and she could feel his tongue trailing down to lick the
crevice between them. He pulled at the soft flesh around her naked anus and she could
feel the strain on the tight puckered hole. It hurt and she felt helpless and obscenely
naked as the hulking form hovered over her buttocks, drooling as he pillaged the tiny
brown opening.
"Open her legs, Willy," Cindy heard the doctor's wife gleefully suggest. "Then stick
your finger in and see how tight she is in there."
The slpbbering head left her buttocks and Cindy momentarily tried to resists the
sudden pressure against her ankles. But it was useless and she felt her legs being pulled
wide apart until her feet were pointing down well over the sides of the bed. She felt the
cumbersome weight of the imbecilic orderly load down the mattress as he climbed
between the wide angle of her legs. Then, she felt his finger probing at the puckered
little inlet like teasing needles and she jerked automatically from the cruel penetration
she knew was coming. He poked for a moment at the outer edges of the small elastic
circle, then shoved forward, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle.
Cindy jumped forward from the sudden pain, her mouth wincing in protest. Before she
could complain, she felt Doreen Frisch's nails on the smooth flesh of her cheek.
"Relax," the woman hissed at her from the side of the bed. "Unless you want me to
mark your pretty face, you'd better be quiet."
Cindy gasped and then forced herself to relax while the drooling orderly stared in
fascination at the sight of his thick finger embedded in the tiny wrinkled hole. She
sucked in her breath as she felt him begin to move his middle finger around in the tight
anus, sawing it in and out in preparation of what was to come. She moaned and pressed
her face tight into the mattress as he dug deeper, slipping it harshly into the second
knuckle, then slowly and methodically twisting it around in her tight contracting
asshole.
The pain began to fade and she relaxed slightly, then suddenly she felt the extra
pressure of another finger slither unexpectedly in along side the first and she wriggled
her pelvis down into the moisture trying to escape the painful entry.
"No, no, please don't! It hurts!" she cried as tears of pain and humiliation followed the
realization that Doreen Frisch had not just been talking.
She really meant for the halfwitted Willy to plant his monstrous cock in her cringing
rectum. It would kill her! His massive penis would split her in two! She tried to cringe
away from him, but the orderly placed the palm of his hand on the small of her back
and pushed down tight, pinning her to the mattress. He screwed both fingers into her
mercilessly, stretching the tiny puckered anus until she grunted in pain each time he
twisted his hand. She began to jerk her buttocks in an effort to escape the cruel
probing, but her struggling only drove them deeper.
"Give the sick girl her medicine, Willy," the impatient woman standing by the bed
goaded the panting orderly. "Go ahead, put it in her ass!"
The grinning halfwit slipped his fingers from her rectum watching excitedly as the tight
elastic ring of the tiny anus clung to them until they popped out with a slight sucking
sound. He trembled in a fever of sexual excitement as he looked down at the helpless
young girl stretched beneath them. All the others had gotten to have her first, but now
he was going to do something none of them had done to her yet. His eyes gleamed
wildly as he stroked his huge swollen cock, bigger than any of the others by far, and
brought it to its full gargantuan size. He wanted to fill her with it so that she would
think that he was just as good as the others that always bossed him around. He saw
how much she liked it when they fucked her yesterday and he wanted her to know that
he was just as good, even though they wouldn't let him help with the therapy times.
Cindy felt his hands on her hips forcing them up to the kneeling position, her breasts
still pressed tightly down on the bed. Her buttocks waved high in the air behind her,
waving as if in open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. She felt him
kneel up between her wide-spread thighs directly behind her, the head of his huge cock
coming to rest in the split of her ass as he positioned himself.
His hands coursed down over her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the
tiny puckered anus stretching it wide. Then, she felt a blunt probing between the
thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into an unresisting pressure.
"Oooooohhh! Nooooo! Pleeeeeease, nooooo!" she shrieked as she felt the tight elastic
ring give way before the pressure and the huge head popped in with a sudden rush.
"Hold her down!" the doctor's wife hissed as Cindy twisted and groaned, trying to
escape the excruciating torture of her ravished anus.
The orderly wrapped his powerful hands around her writhing hips and strained forward
again, bringing new screams and groans from the thrashing girl as he penetrated
halfway into the soft tunnel of her ass. Cindy struggled blindly against him, against the
horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. Her shattered
nerves were screaming with horror at the blunt intrusion as his thick cock pressed
forward with pulverizing strength, pushing the soft rubbery flesh of her widely
stretched rectum in agonizing waves before it. She bucked back at him, trying to
somehow throw him off, but as she strained back, he rammed forward burying the
thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in her nearly split anus.
"Ooooooh, ooooooh," she groaned in torment as she felt the coarse hair of his loins
smack into the softness of her buttocks. She no longer felt human, skewered like a
sacrificial lamb on the huge, stone-hard cock, its bloated head pressing against the
buttom of her belly inside. She felt as though she .had been cored like an apple and her
insides protested painfully against the huge intrusion. She was in agony and she
struggled in wild desperation against the cruel fleshy thickness buried in her rectum.
Finally, her strength failed and she collapsed in hopeless surrender, a limp mass of flesh
beneath the body of the orderly who had impaled her.
The sadistically smiling doctor's wife leaned over the bed and rasped in Cindy's ear:
"How does it feel, dear? Is it as good as it was yesterday?"
Her sharp barking laughter resounded in the tiny room like doomsday thunder and
Cindy's pain and humiliation began to change to anger. The whole terrible experience
was being made a thousand times worse for the young blonde by the knowledge that
the doctor's wife was there watching, heartlessly delighting in her revenge against
Cindy.
"How do you like your therapy now, dear? Shall I bring the doctor in to watch his
sweet little patient getting fucked in the asshole?"
Her taunting words went on and on until gradually the pain in Cindy's rectum from
the monstrous entry began to taper off. She still felt torn and strained beyond
endurance, but the few moments Willy had lain still had given her tortured anus a
chance to become adjusted to the unnatural invasion. Her mind began to clear a little
and the tormented young girl angrily vowed to turn the woman's revenge around on
her. If she couldn't enjoy this debasing, perverted coupling, Cindy could at least deprive
Doreen Frisch of the satisfaction of knowing how much she was humiliating her. In
spite of her pain, Cindy clasped tight her anal muscles, softly gripping the buried
column of cock flesh.
Willy groaned in ecstasy as he felt the pretty patient's flesh tighten around his long
thick length sunk in her rectum. His cock tingled with the sensation as he felt her
buttocks begin a slow methodical, but almost imperceptible rotation beneath him. He
couldn't believe his senses that she really liked it so much already, but he flexed his
huge penis deep in her bowels in an answering signal. He gasped delightedly as he felt
her secret flesh throb and tighten around him like a warm, velvety second skin. He was
delirious with triumphant joy. He had conquered the prettiest patient of all, and
suddenly gasping and moaning in new-found delight, he began to saw rhythmically
deep into the soft depths of her back passage, using the full length of his thick
punishing rod to lunge into her with long, smooth strokes.. He watched in disbelieving
excitement as his long, white shaft pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh out
with the base of his prick each time he withdrew for another powerful lunge inside.
Cindy knelt before him, praying that her revulsion and humiliation would not betray
her to the sadistically chuckling doctor's wife and that she could hold out long enough
to convince both Willy and Doreen Frisch that she was truly enjoying this grotesque,
perverted act. Her body jerked and quivered, periodically stiffening in pain as an extra
hard thrust seared up into her tortured asshole. Clenching her teeth in determination,
she began to undulate her buttocks in small, rhythmic circles, waving the white full
cheeks back at the halfwit as though she wanted even more of the torturing shaft. Then,
suddenly, Cindy gasped in surprise as her body came alive in a strange tingle of
masochistic excitement. It was a weird feeling, generated perhaps by the very
helplessness of her position or from the lewd, vile thought of being fucked from behind
by an idiot's gigantic cock, but whatever it was, she began to feel it. Her hips began
involuntarily moving to meet each thrust of Willy's mammoth prick cramming into her
rectum and, though there was still pain, it became only another sensation to spark the
fires that were again building deep in her belly.
Doreen Frisch moved down to the foot of the bed to obtain a better view of the
indecent sodomizing of the teenager's rectum by the huge plunging shaft of hard flesh,
chortling to herself at the success of her brutal vengeance. But, a moment later, her face
fell in disbelief as she saw Cindy begin to move backwards to meet the vicious thrusts
of the orderly's body. This was not the way she had planned it!
"Fuck harder, you idiot! Screw her until she screams!" the incensed woman screamed
hysterically as she saw her revenge being cancelled out by Cindy's enjoyment of the
unnatural act. "Fuck her, you moron! Kill her with your big stupid cock!"
But her shrill shouts were suddenly cut brutally short by a hand smashing across her
face as Willy heard through his inflamed passion the insults leaping from her savage
lips. He had come to this institution to work because the doctor had promised that
nobody would ever call him stupid, because when that happened something always
snapped in his brain. The backhand blow landed across the woman's mouth with such
force that she stumbled back against the far wall, her head hitting with a loud thud and
she crumpled to the floor in dazed semi-consciousness. The raging anger drained from
Willy's dim mind as quickly as it had appeared and he turned back to the girl who was
still wildly gyrating on his cock, unaware of what had occurred behind her.
As the huge halfwit again began to fuck into her with hard, probing thrusts, she
joyfully thrust back to meet him, reveling in the vicious sodomizing of her backside like
a slave of old bending before her cruel master. Her face twisted from side to side on the
bed and her teeth were bared in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to
the increasingly powerful strokes that carried the full length of his long driving prick
into her flesh. Her glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the room, flickering in puzzled
recognition as she thought she saw a wide-eyed face staring in through the bars of the
door. But a moment later it disappeared and another hard jolt from the halfwit sawing
into her anus drove all rational thought from her mind.
"Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh," she chanted beneath him as Willy pressed forward as hard
as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go even deeper
in the tight resistant passageway, reaching far into her shaking belly. The orderly's eyes
bulged wide at the spectacle of Cindy's young body bucking before him as his white
expanding penis disappeared all the way up her gyrating ass with each stroke, and the
sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust
that seared up her stretched anus like licking tongues of fire.
"Ooohh, fuck it, fuck it, yesssss," she crooned as he fucked again deeper. Nothing
mattered now, not even the pain, as long as she was filled with the rampaging prick.
He pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the giant blood-filled head deep
in her asshole, his hands crawling over her buttocks and back kneading the flesh like
fresh dough. Her moaning only added to his pleasure and, as she ground back against
him, the idiotically grinning Willy pulled his mammoth cock out almost to the tip of
the blood-filled head, then watched in delight as the frantic girl squirmed back, trying
to recapture the monstrous impaling rod.
But, he had eased himself into an even greater excitement and he couldn't stand to wait
any longer. His balls ached and throbbed as her hand reached down under her body
and began scraping her fingernails over them in a maddening teasing motion that
brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth. Gripping the tops of her thighs
with his fingers, he squeezed with all his strength to pull her back like a soft warm
glove over his pulsing cock and began driving into her with hard vicious smacks that
resounded lewdly throughout the room. His breath came in short puffing gasps and his
eyes locked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging
cock like a tight-fitting boot. He had lost control of himself and he felt his prick
inflating like a balloon, the pressure in his balls building until it felt like they would
burst if they weren't emptied soon.
Cindy mumbled incoherently as she waved her ass back against his pistoning cock,
building toward the delicious moment when he would shoot his boiling sperm deep up
into her warm young belly. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass and
there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been
before. Once again, as her face lifted from the bed in ecstasy, she thought she saw that
face peering in through the tiny window at the door. Was it the doctor? No, the
thought that she now belonged to the doctor's wife drifted crazily through her mind.
He was gone. There was nothing now but this great fleshy mass filling her whole
insides with pleasure and pain and heat.
Suddenly, the halfwit threw his head back and groaned as he shoved forward with a
mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly. Beneath his
convulsing body, Cindy felt the first shooting waves of the hot white liquid shuddering
into her rectum. His huge, bloated balls smacked hard down against her tingling
clitoris, triggering her own release at the same time, and she screamed out her joy as
her body trembled and shook with the force of her orgasm. As her own cum fluids
creamed out from her clenching cunt, she could feel the hot sticky sperm overflowing
around his still jerking cock, forcing its way out of the tight nether ring of her asshole
that was clamped tight around the base of his throbbing white cock. The halfwit
groaned with delight and toppled forward, collapsing her body and flattening her to the
bed.
A moment later, he rolled off her and unsteadily gained his footing at the side of the
bed. Cindy lay still, her chest heaving from the sodomizing she had undergone. Her
whole rectal passage felt torn and she could feel it burning slightly where the orderly's
pungent cum juices gathered to form a pool somewhere deep inside of her. She waited,
knowing that the next moment would probably tell if Doreen Frisch's revenge were
complete or if the brutal ass-fucking had just been a preview of more and more
debasement.
"I hope you enjoyed that, dear," Cindy suddenly heard hissed venomously from the foot
of the bed. "Because that's the last thing you're going to enjoy for some time!" Cindy
lifted her head and looked down, her eyes opening wide in horror at what she saw. The
doctor's beautiful wife was standing there with a large blue bruise darkening on her jaw
and blood running down from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing Cindy's frightened gaze, the wild-eyed woman touched her fingers to her chin
and stared for a moment at the red liquid that stained her hand when she pulled it
away. Her face contorted in bitter hate as she glanced at the orderly, then back to
Cindy. "Willy and I will discuss this later, but for now, I have plans for you, dear."
Cindy cringed back against the bed's metal bars as the woman picked up her hospital
robe from the night table and tossed it in the young girl's face. "What are you going to
do to me?" she breathed, forcing the words out of her fear-constricted throat.
"Oh, just a standard treatment," the woman said airily, though ser eyes were blazing
with fury at the unexpected enjoyment Cindy had taken from the cruel, perverted rap.
"Have you ever had an electrical shock treament?"
"N-no, that's n-not good. Y-you no h-hurt sick girl," Willy suddenly interrupted, his
lazy self-satisfied smile fading from his face. His anxious eyes clearly showed that he
had been exposed to the treatments at some time in his life, and that it had been a
horrifying experience.
"You do what I tell you and keep your mouth shut!" Doreen Frisch spat at him, her
mouth twisting with rage. "Now get her into that robe and down to the shock room!"
Cindy's eyes opened slightly as she saw him lumber along the side of the bed until he
stood between her and the trembling white-faced woman. His hands were clenched into
tight fists and the muscles on his back stood out in broad powerful detail that gave her
a sudden sense of safety. At least there was someone in Sunnydale who would stand up
for her safety from Doreen Frisch, even if it was only a halfwitted orderly. She vowed
that if she ever got away from the doctor's wife unscathed, she would do everything she
could to make sure that the other men never teased Willy again.
"Get out of my way, Willy," the woman suddenly shrieked, her voice quivering in
maniacal fury. When the orderly remained motionless, guarding the helpless teenager
behind him, there was a moment's silence and then, an ear-shattering screech:
"I said get out of my way, you pulp-brained imbecile; Now, do it!"
Cindy saw the sinews tightening across Willy's back and the cords in his neck stood out
until she was certain they were about to snap. A deep, throaty growl emerged from
deep in the orderly's chest and then he lunged forward, his hands reaching for Doreen
Frisch's neck.
"Willy! Willy, stop! I'll take care of her," the doctor's cool, but commanding voice rang
through the room. The hulking halfwit faltered, then stopped his stalking approach to
the wild-eyed woman who cowered against the wall in front of him, but he still hovered
over the doctor's wife, protecting the young blonde huddled on the bed behind him.
Dr. Frisch was standing in the doorway and, behind him, Cindy could see Jock and Les
leaning against a long stretcher on wheels. Relief flooded through her and she didn't
know whether to laugh or cry at the welcome sight, but a moment later she felt big
tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to control the racking sobs that were building
in her chest.
The doctor walked into the room and immediately, his wife darted out from under the
shadow of the stern-faced orderly and clawed frantically at her husband's jacket. "He
tried to kill me! Did you see it, Peter? I came in here to see how the poor girl felt and
that moron attacked me," she babbled, clutching the doctor's arm as if for protection.
"L-lady call Willy s-s-stupid," the orderly whimpered, his lower lip trembling as he
blinked to hold back his tears of confusion. "S-she gonna put s-sick girl in sh-shock
room, but that n-not fair. She g-good sick girl."
"I know, Willy, I saw it all," the doctor interrupted the frightened halfwit. As she heard
his words, Doreen Frisch backed away from her husband and drew herself up
indignantly.
"How dare you spy on me, Peter?" she haughtily demanded. "I was merely trying to
correct the damage you did to this poor girl by your incompetence..."
"I told you to leave Cindy alone and then, I trusted you when you promised you
would," the doctor said evenly. "And, I would have locked you up, had I known what
you were going to do this morning. Unfortunately, by the time I discovered what was
happening in here; Cindy was already enjoying it and I didn't want to deprive her of
that, but..." His tone grew more threatening. If I find that this girl has been hurt in any
way, I swear I'll see you into prison."
"Peter! I'm your wife," the beautiful woman protested.
"You were, but that was some time ago," the doctor agreed sadly, then his face
hardened. "You have confirmed what I have been suspecting for some time, Doreen.
I'm afraid you're a dangerous psychopath. I may be wrong, but in any case, you're
going away for a rest."
There was a stunned silence in the room, then suddenly the woman's face contorted
into a frightening mask of murderous rage. She crouched slightly, then leapt toward the
doctor, her long blood-red nails flashing in the air.
Almost simultaneously, Willy's body hurtled through the room, crashing against the
crazed woman before she reached her husband. They landed in an entangled heap
against the wall with a loud crash. The doctor's wife struggled like a trapped animal,
spitting and scratching at the orderly who held her pinned to the floor. Under the
doctor's direction the two attendants closed in and dragged her, screaming and
thrashing, to the stretcher outside the door. Cindy sighed in deep relief as she saw them
strap her down with the same type of canvas belts she had worn in the ambulance,
seemingly so long ago.
With the sound of the woman's demented bleatings fading down the hallway, Cindy
smiled comfortably at the doctor as he wearily trudged into the room.
"I'm sorry about all that, and for last night too," he said quietly. "She was on the verge
of violence and I didn't think the men would even wake up. Then, I had to light her to
get you out. They wouldn't have hurt you anyway, if that's any consolation to you."
"Oh, it doesn't matter now," Cindy said, smiling and shrugging her shoulders.
"I'm glad you're looking at it that way," the doctor smiled understandingly. "Now, I
think it's only fair to tell you that you are free now to go home, if you wish. You have
responded so well to the therapy that I suspect there wasn't anything wrong with you in
the first place. Widowed mothers have a tendency..." He paused, searching for a word.
"Yes, I know," Cindy sighed, then stared anxiously into his face. "But... but, what if I
don't want to go? I... I really like therapy," she blurted, then blushed and looked down.
The doctor's eyes flickered over her still-naked body and his eyes became thoughtful. In
the crotch of his trousers, a rapidly-swelling lump caught Cindy's eye and she smiled to
herself.
"Well..." he said finally, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he mentally viewed the
young girl's voluptuous body in dozens of depraved situations. "A little extra therapy
never did anyone any harm..."


Chapter 10

Sunnydale Wed., August 17

Dear Mother, Sorry I haven't written before, but my days are so jam-packed with things
to do that I can barely make it back to bed to go to sleep every night. Dr. Frisch told
me that you know I'm okay now. The therapy was a little rough at first, but after a
while I got into the swing of things.
Now the good news! I mean it's not all good, but anyway – Dr. Frisch wants me to stay
here and be his assistant. There's a college here and he'll help pay my way if I live here
and help him put together his new book. We're doing research on dogs, goats, donkeys
and other animals – seeing how they get along with people, sort of. His wife used to
help him, but she cracked up last June and I think they're getting a divorce. (That's the
bad part.) I've already told him yes, because I knew you would want me to take it.
Think of the potential for self-improvement!
Well, that's about it for now. By the way, I've made friends with a boy named Willy
who works here. Don't worry, I'm not going to marry him – he's mentally retarded. He
likes me because I don't let anybody pick on him.
Well, write soon and let me know when you want to come here for a visit. I hope
you're fine.
Love, Cindy P.S.: The staff gave me a surprise party for my eighteenth birthday.
Everybody had a ball.

Cindy giggled to herself as she folded the letter and fitted it into an envelope. If her
mother had any idea of what she had really been doing here at Sunnydale, she would
have a fit. After quickly addressing the envelope, Cindy leaned back in the plush leather
chair behind the desk in the doctor's office and switched out the lights so she could see
how things were progressing in the rose-colored bedroom next door. She switched the
two-way mirror on, then smiled tolerantly at the sight of the new "special" patient, a
pretty, redheaded housewife, protesting angrily as Les pulled her head toward his long,
hard cock. Jock was sitting beside her on the bed, casually fingering her moist pussy.
Cindy wondered briefly how many more sessions it would take before the woman was
begging for all the cock she could get. She didn't know how the doctor put up with all
these silly women, over and over again, the same old routine. Anyway, they had
certainly broken the routine yesterday, she thought smugly to herself as she
remembered the strange scene in the rose bedroom last night. It had been their first
research project for the new book and the doctor had surprised her with it – a big,
black billy goat!
Naturally, she had been a little frightened at first, but the doctor had known exactly
what he was doing. They had fixed up a special platform for her to lie on and, even
though she wasn't quite certain she wanted to go through with it, she had climbed onto
it and let them strap her into place, so she wouldn't slide off. Then, the doctor rubbed
some kind of cream on Cindy's cunt and the goat went wild. She was so frightened that
she would have run had she not been strapped down, but it was a good thing she
hadn't, because a few minutes later...
Cindy closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair as her body began to tingle in
remembrance of the goat's huge, animal hard cock ramming in and out of her. After it
was all over, she had gotten the doctor to promise they could do it again sometime, and
then, she had crawled under the animal and sucked him until he spurted his hot cum
into her throat.
Now, she could feel her vaginal lips throb and swell at the memory. That was the most
exciting thing she had ever done, except for when the doctor and Jock and Les fucked
her everyplace at once at her birthday party. She had thought they were joking when
they suggested it, but it turned out to be the best birthday present she had ever had.
Sandwiched in between three cocks in her cunt and her rectum and her mouth, she had
felt like she was in the middle of a whirlpool... God, she could almost cum just thinking
about it!
Suddenly, a tiny bell chimed on the doctor's desk and Cindy forced her body to calm
itself as she flicked off the two-way mirror and turned on the lights. It was time for her
to play her part in the doctor's therapy, a new part he recently designed to help break
down the patient's resistance.
A moment later, the office door opened and the fuming redhead stamped inside, her
determination to preserve her "virtue" showing in every movement she made. She was
followed by the doctor, notebook in hand.
"Oh, Miss Lane!" the doctor greeted Cindy in feigned surprise. "Mrs. O'Hara, this is
Lucinda Lane, a rising light in the field of behavioral psychology."
The pert-faced patient nodded briefly to Cindy, then self-consciously adjusted her
hospital gown as she noted Cindy's prim tailored blouse and suit jacket. Cindy smiled
inwardly as she saw the flustered redhead take in the details of her hornrimmed glasses
and the prudishly unbecoming hairstyle she and the doctor had chosen as right for the
situation. Cindy saw the suspicion fade from the woman's face as she became certain
that Lucinda Lane, whoever she was, might possibly be an alley in Mrs. O'Hara's battle
against the doctor and his dreadful ideas.
"Hmmmph! Do you know about Dr. Frisch's methods," the redhead returned. Cindy
knew the woman was hooked now, hoping that Cindy would defend her against "Dr.
Frisch's methods."
"Very little. But, I have to admit that I don't always agree with his teachings," Cindy
answered with a friendly smile.
"Well, I'm glad there are some sane people left in the world," the angry patient
sputtered.
"Well, perhaps, but I just dropped by for a moment," Cindy said. "I'm afraid I don't
have time to discuss it right now. Dr. Frisch, would you hand me my skirt."
The redheaded patient gasped in dismay and Cindy barely suppressed a smile as she
rose from the chair and displayed the fact that she had worn nothing from the waist
down but nylons and a lace garter belt. Reaching out to retrieve the skirt from the
doctor, Cindy smiled amiably at the wide-eyed woman.
"It is so nice to sit with your skin against a good leather chair," the blonde whispered
conspiratorially as she walked around the desk, then leaned over to slip on the garment.
"And it's equally nice to find a place where you can make yourself at home like this."
The shocked patient had neither the will nor the words to answer Cindy's comments.
"It was nice seeing you again, Dr. Frisch," Cindy said smilingly as she walked toward
the door, zipping up the skirt. "You, too, Mrs. O'Hara. I'm sure everything will work
out."
Standing in the hallway, Cindy smiled at the bits of conversation she gathered as the
door slowly closed.
"Lovely girl, isn't she?" the doctor's cool voice inquired.
"Y-yes, she did... seem nice, but..."
Cindy chuckled as the door clicked shut and set off for her new room in the staff wing.
She wanted to take a nap so she would be rested, just in case she had some more
research to do tonight.


THE END
