The School

[Ozme52]

Initially for Oz and orchid.

[Ozme52]

Braddock McKenzie shook his head as he perused the file before him yet again. It went against his better judgment to accept Jessica Phillips into The School, especially as a midterm enrollee. But she had some connections and had used them to garner a recommendation from one of The School’s most generous benefactors.

Ms. Phillips had none of the prerequisite experience, nor the demeanor necessary to be fully successful with The School’s curriculum. Oh, she had all of the enthusiasm, and the desire and drive to make a successful career. But Braddock didn’t see how she could be anything but a drain on his time and energy. Energy he needed as The School headmaster and the chief contract agent for its graduates.

None-the-less, Braddock was drawn to open her file once again. Her application photos brought a sub-vocal groan to his throat. She was certainly a beauty. Not exceptionally tall, but nicely proportioned with a full bust, long blonde hair, bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief even in these still photographs. She appeared to be in excellent condition, her abs had some definition, as did her ass. Braddock had no doubt that could be improved upon.

He buzzed his secretary and all but barked over the intercom. “Is Ms Phillips here yet?”

[orchid]

It was one of those perfect summer days - beautiful blue sky, sun shining...one of those days just made for driving fast, with the music loud and the wind in your hair. And luckily for me, that's exactly how I had spent most of it. But now, I had an appointment to keep.

A very important appointment, I thought to myself excitedly, one that could very well change my entire life.

I had been intrigued by The School ever since I heard of it from a friend of my father's one night at the bar. He'd had too much to drink and was inappropriately forward with me, lewdly suggesting all the kinky things he'd like to do to me. Now I was no virgin, and I'd had my share of boyfriends who enjoyed some light bondage, but the things he was talking about were way beyond anything I'd ever tried. To my amazement, I found myself so turned on, I almost considered taking him up on his offer but instead, I put him in a taxi to go home and called him the next morning for more information, finally convincing him to make arrangements for me to apply.

I was notoriously late, and as much as I had really tried to be on time for this meeting, I found myself screeching my convertible into the parking lot a good 15 minutes past my scheduled arrival time. "Damn..." I muttered to myself as I slammed the car into park, grabbed my purse and jumped out.

My hair had settled tousled and windblown and I impatiently thrust my sunglasses onto the top of my head to hold it out of the way. I rushed to the main doors and paused for just a moment to straighen myself. I tugged on my white button down top, which I wore unbuttoned and tied under my ample breasts, adjusting it slightly before smoothing my hands over my tight jean mini skirt. I gave myself the once over and took a deep breath, deciding I was ready.

A nervous giggle erupted from my throat as I thought about what I was about to do. I couldn't wait to be accepted and get busy. I had thought of little else in all the days since I found out that my application form had been sent to the Headmaster. I found myself in a state of constant arousal just imagining the things I would find myself participating in.

Smiling widely at the very thought of it all, I pushed the main door open and breezed in. "Jessica Phillips for Headmaster McKenzie, please..." I announced, and then began gazing around the room.

[Ozme52]

Braddock had become engrossed in other matters and lost track of the time as he reviewed the various progress reports submitted by the staff. When his secretary buzzed and announced the arrival of Ms. Phillips, Braddock scowled as he noted the time. She was late. A very bad start.

"Show her to Interview Four please."

Interview room number four was a room with no windows, mirrored walls, and no furniture save for a tall stool in the middle of the room. The door opened inward and had no handle. It could only be opened from the outside.

"Let's see how she likes being kept waiting.

[orchid]

I followed the secretary down several corridors before she opened a door and stepped aside, allowing me to enter. She assured me that Mr Mckenzie would be with me momentarily and with that, she stepped back and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone.

What a curious room I thought to myself as I took stock of my surroundings. Only one seat, a tall stool, stood in the middle of the room.

I smiled to myself as I looked at my reflection in one of the mirrored walls. Opening my purse, I dug around until I found what I was looking for. I took out my makeup and touched up my face, adding extra lip gloss to make my pouty lips stand out. I teased my fingers through my hair to play up the windblown look that I thought made me look sexy. Anything to make a good impression I thought.

I made my way to the centre of the room and perched on the tall stool. It was high enough that my feet could not touch the ground once I was seated. I wiggled uncomfortably for a moment or two before deciding it would be better to stand.

I waited for a few minutes before I started to wonder what was taking so long. Maybe they had forgotten about me. I decided that I would wait another few minutes and then make my way back to the reception office if no one had shown up yet. Satisfied with that, I lifted myself back onto the stool and started to file my nails while I waited.

Having given myself a good manicure, my patience had worn out. I scanned the room, looking for the door I had entered from. From all sides of me, I was faced with my own reflection. There was no visible sign of a door anywhere, not even as a cut in the glass. With a shock I noted that the door had been cleverly disguised behind one of the mirrored panels but there were dozens of them and I had no way of knowing which one it would be.

Fear welled up inside me as the realized that I was locked in this room. A wrangled cry escaped my throat as I dropped my purse and ran to the closest wall. I smacked my hands against the mirrors as I made my way along the wall and towards the next one, banging loudly and calling out "Hello?? hello?? Can anyone hear me? Is anyone there? Please open the door...."

[Ozme52]

"Control yourself Miss Phillips" the voice was deep and electronically distorted.

"How do you expect to learn self-control if you can't even contain yourself for a few minutes?"

"Now, return to the center of the room and sit."

Braddock left her there to stew. When he could see she was again becoming impatient, he clicked on the transmit button again.

"Strip"

[orchid]

The voice caught me off guard and had me spinning around to see where it came from, yet I was still alone in the room.

The voice came again, seeming to mock me. When I was commanded to return to the centre of the room, I did so, warily looking around for the source of the voice but finding nothing.

I sat down on the stool once more and my emotions ranged from panic to anger and finally to pure impatience as my head continued turning, all the while looking around the room.

And then came the command, "Strip" causing me to pause and then laugh out loud, incredulously.

"Now you wait just a minute...if you think I am just going to stand up in here and strip...."

[Ozme52]

Braddock pressed a button and the entry door unlocked and popped open. An exit light came on over the door.

"Thank-you for your application. You may go now."

[orchid]

The voice on the speakers stopped me in my tracks and my sentence faded off....

Go? I could go?

"B-but..." I stammered..."My name is Jessica Phillips. I'm here to see Headmaster McKenzie..."

I looked longingly at the door, but stood stiffly where I was.

[Ozme52]

"You were given an order which you failed to obey."

Braddock turned down the volume... his next words were just barely audible.

"How can you learn if you can't obey?"

Then he twirled the dial all the way up. The order boomed and echoed off the mirrored walls.

"STRIP!!"

[orchid]

The booming command made me jump and an involuntary scream echoed throughout the room, mingling with the remaining echo from the voice.

My skin went red hot and then ice cold, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand and my face to flush with embarrassment as I realized that my interview had started and I had just failed to make a good first impression.

"Shit!" I muttered under my breath, letting my head drop forward to regain my composure. I took no longer than I felt was absolutely necessary, barely longer than a minute. Taking a deep breath, I raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror.

I slowly raised my trembling fingers to the knotted tie of my shirt and worked the knot free, releasing the ends of the shirt so it hung open, showing a hint of my cleavage. I felt myself growing wet as I came to terms with the fact that I was stripping for a stranger, at his command. Wow I thought This is hot!

Really getting into it, I smiled at my reflection and reached behind myself to slowly unzip my skirt. Wiggling my behind, I lowered the skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor pooling beneath me before kicking it away carelessly with my foot.

Shrugging my shoulders, I let the top fall back and join the skirt on the floor, freeing my breasts. My pink nipples were already hardened with my excitement and stood at attention.

I stood there for a moment, and then slowly turned in a circle allowing whoever was watching - and I knew someone was watching - a good, long look at my lithe body from all angles, now just clad in my skimpy white lace thong.

I was surprised by how aroused I was, performing this little striptease for an unseen audience and I couldn't help but bring my fingers to my nipples. I tweaked them and tugged on them and rolled them betwen my fingers as I turned and my eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure shot through me, bringing even more wetness to my already sopping panties.

When I had completed my turn, I reluctantly released my breasts to hook my fingers in the sides of my panties, and porn style, tugged them down my legs while I bent fully forward at the waist. I slowly stepped out of them before righting myself once more.

Standing naked except for my sunglasses on my head and my strappy heels, I turned my hands out as if to say "Ta-da...." and then let them drop to my sides as uncertainty crept in....what if I didn't measure up?

[Ozme52]

Skittish and arrogant. Braddock thought. A difficult combination.

Braddock watched as she finally seemed to understand. He could see her flush and it was confirmed by the technology he'd recently had installed. He noted she had a lot of bad habits he would have to break. Muttering to herself, that would have to stop.

Braddock could also see she was both nervous and aroused. And then her strip started to look a bit like a striptease. So she's haughty too... Now that was interesting because Braddock particulary enjoy breaking the haughty ones. And they often make the best submissives once broken... and if not, breaking them down is a pleasurable end in and of itself.

Then that stupid pose. Braddock waited silently until she became uncertain.

"Are you serious? Do you understand the concept?"

He partially covered my microphone and said to no one in particular... "Maybe she's just too stupid."

Uncovering the mike... "I said strip. Now lose the glasses and the heels."

"And wipe that silly smile off your face."

[orchid]

"S-s-sorry," I stammered, my eyes darting around the room once more.

Still seeing no one, I simply raised my hands to my head and pulled my sunglasses off, tossing them aside as I used each foot in turn to help kick the shoe off the opposite foot. I pushed them aside as well.

I let my hands drop to my side as I stood there and I hung my head, feeling somewhat defeated.

[Ozme52]

Braddock entered the room and silently stepped up behind Jessica. His breath brushed the nape of her neck as he all but whispered into her ear.

"If you want to be accepted into The School, you have to pass the admissions interview. Any further willful disobedience will be considered an immediate failure. Nod you head if you understand."

He could see goosebumps appear on the back of her neck and across her shoulders as he spoke.

With that, Braddock slipped a satin bag over Jessica's head.

"Shhhh. Not another word except to answer a question. Most questions will be answered only with a simple Yes or No Sir..."

He let his words trail off...

"Do you understand?

[orchid]

Goosebumps sprang up on the back of my neck as your breath breezed across my sensitive nape. I shuddered in a sensuous shiver as my nerve endings tingled in suspense and want. Your voice, and your breath on my bare skin heated my arousal further and I quickly squeezed my legs tightly together, trying not to give away how turned on I actually was.

I nodded my head at your explanation and reminded myself silently to listen carefully to your instructions so as to not fail the interview. I desperately wanted to be a part of this school and I knew I would do anything to make certain that I impressed you enough to be accepted.

I felt you slipping something over my head and suddenly, my world plunged into darkness. Frightened, I twisted my head inside of the satin bag and I started to panic a little as I realized there was no way for me to see anything. My breath grew ragged and louder in my ears as I fought to control my growing unease. My fingers itched to raise up and remove the bag from my head and just as I thought I could stand it no longer, and started to raise them, I heard you once again.

Your voice was soft, methodical and seemingly reassuring..."Shhhh. Not another word except to answer a question. Most questions will be answered only with a simple Yes or No Sir..."

I willed myself to be calm and listen to you. After all, this school was reputed to be the best and according to my fathers friend, I had nothing to fear but my own inhibitions. Taking a deep breath, I let my hands drop back to my sides, and I consciously stood up straighter.

"Do you understand?

My own voice sounded hushed and throaty with my desire as I answered simply. "Yes, Sir."

[Ozme52]

Braddock slipped a pair of soft wrist cuffs over Jessica's hands, quickly and expertly lashing them together behind her back.

He picked up his leather crop off his belt and started tapping Jessica on the underside of her ass, at the cleft of her asscheeks.

"Since you liked those high heels so much, up on your toes girl."

When she complied, again from behind, he tapped the inside of her thigh.

"Legs apart. Never let your knees touch. Don't ever cross your legs. And obey any orders you receive from me or anyone else who deigns to speak to you. Do you understand?"

[orchid]

The leather of the crop, though cool, burned against my skin. My senses were heightened and I could hear your breath as you instructed me further.

I raised onto my tip toes when you instructed me to and focussed on maintaining my balance.

As the crop tapped the inside of my thigh, prompting my legs apart as you requested the same, a small groan escaped my throat. It's sound echoed in my ears inside my dark little prison.

I felt my face flush with the thought that I was exposed to you fully now...there was no doubt in my mind that you could see exactly how hot your commands were making me.

And obey any orders you receive from me or anyone else who deigns to speak to you. Do you understand?" I hesitated only a second before answering you, breathily "Yes, Sir."

[Ozme52]

"Start moving... I'll make sure you don't run into anything."

Braddock tapped her on the flank and she began tentatively moving forward. He guided her through the exit door which his secretary opened on cue and out onto the campus. Braddock felt the sun on his skin and no doubt so did Jessica.

"Keep moving." he prodded verbally and with the crop.

They crossed the campus, and though no one took notice of the not unusual event, Braddock could sense Jessica hesitate as she heard the sounds of activity around her.

"Stay up on your toes girl!" Braddock gave her a healthy swat across her asscheeks.

Braddock smiled as he quickly surveyed the campus grounds as they moved across the grassy quad. Several ponygirls going through their exercises... a couple of girls on punishment detail manicuring the lawn on hands and knees, and a few of the instructors who preferred teaching outdoors.

Braddock approached the medical facilities and guided Jessica up the ramp and through the doors. The smell of antiseptics permeated the air...

"Wait here. Don't stray lest you get yourself in trouble..."

[orchid]

I tentatively stepped forward at your verbal and physical prodding, taking the tiniest of steps. After a few steps, I gained a little more confidence, you had kept your word and I had, so far, not run into anything. I began to relax slightly and found new and exciting feelings creeping into my mind.

Soon, I felt something soft under my feet. Puzzled, I knit my eyebrows together and concentrated....grass! A broad smile broke over my lips as I luxuriated in the simple pleasure of the feeling of grass between my toes. Just as quicky, I sucked in my breath as I felt a gentle breeze caress my skin, causing it to goosebump and my nipples to harden. Enjoying myself immensly, I continued walking forward, with a light step.

Sounds invaded my blackened world and with a start I realized that there were others out here with us. Self consciousness set in as thoughts raced through my brain. Was I being watched? By whom? My pulse quickened and my breath grew harsh once again as I strained to place the voices I could hear. They sounded close. Sounds I could not place invaded me - a sharp crack, somthing that sounded like scissors...

On the verge of panic, I was about to stop when I felt the crop once again, changing my direction ever so slightly. I felt myself walking up a gradual incline and heard a dorr open infront of me. The overwhelming smell of a doctors office permeated the air around me.

"Wait here. Don't stray lest you get yourself in trouble..."

With that, silence. I stood still where I was, straining to make out anything that would indicate to me where I was and what was going to happen next. Try as I might, I could not make sense of anything. The silence was deafening until finally, thankfully a sound broke through. Listening carefully I was sickened to realize it whimpers of unease coming from my own throat. I tried to stop myself but could not.

I stood as still as I could, whimpering quietly and waited for God knows what. For the first time I wondered if I knew what I had gotten myself into. I began to question myself and curse my fathers friend. How could I get through this?

[Ozme52]

Braddock was standing at the end of the hall next to Dr. George Flayer. Braddock still wondered if it was his real name or one he had taken on for effect. Regardless, Flayer was really good at what he did, invaluable in so many ways to The School.

"That's her George. She's feisty and really not suited... but if we can train her, I think she'll win an excellent contract, bring in a lot of money for us,and of course will enhance The School's reputation."

George nodded, smiling as he gazed on Jessica's charms.

"So find out if she's physically up to accellerated training." Braddock continued.

They walked back towards Jessica. Braddock whispered in her ear.

"Remember my instructions Jessica."

Flayer took her by the arm.

"I'm Dr. Flayer. I'll determine if you're physically fit enough to stand up to our training regimen."

He led her down the hall and into his exam room. Braddock smiled as he watched Flayer rush her down the hall. He stopped to talk to the hospital administrator about some mundane matter, got a cup of coffee, and settled into a plush armchair in the observation room just in time to see Flayer finish weighing and measuring Jessica's body. He could see several reddening spots on Jessica's buttocks and thighs where she must have flinched or even tried to avoid his rough touch.

Flayer grinned at him through the one-way mirror as he uncuffed Jessica and began guiding her back, towards the exam table.

[orchid]

My continued fretting ensured that I did not hear anything that was going on around me. My breath was coming in gulps now as I tried to calm myself from the icy fear that was running through my veins.

I jumped, surprised, as I heard your voice once more..."Remember my instructions Jessica."

Before I even had a chance to catch my breath and respond, I felt a rough hand grab tightly on my arm and start pulling me along. His explanation did nothing to help my heightened senses. I stumbled along with the doctor until finally, blissfully, we stopped.

His voice was gruff and commanding. It left no room for question. I simply obeyed as he barked orders to me. I realized he was taking my measurements as I felt him reach around my chest. I was certain that the rough rub of his hand across my nipples was intentional and I cringed inwardly even as my body betrayed me and my nipples tightened further. He firmly grasped by ass to turn me to his liking, and I fought with myself not to fight him. Panic was winning and he gripped tighter, turned me firmly and then carried on.

My eyes welled up with tears that spilled over, unseen in the satin cover and my body shook as I wept. His assault continued for what seemed like hours but in truth was really only minutes.

I was fully sobbing as I felt him approach me from behind. Pure surprise, and the elation of hope swept through me as I felt the wrist cuffs release. Instinctively, I brought my hands together infront of me and rubbed my wrists.

He was, almost immediately, infront of me again and he placed his hand just above my breasts, squarely on the base of my neck and applied enough pressure to have me stepping backwards. Something cold brushed up against the tops of my thighs.

He continued pushing, and not being able to back up any further, I leaned back. The cold table seemed to come up to meet me as I laid back, gasping in shock as it made contact with my burning skin.

I closed my eyes in my darkened prison once again and fought to regain control of my raging emotions. I squeezed my lips together to try to muffle the sound of my sobs. I trembled with the exertion of my tears, the cold of the table and the fear of what was happening outside of my bagged head. What would this 'doctor' subject me to?

[Ozme52]

Braddock felt his cock harden and absently stroked himself through his pants as he watched Flayer begin to efficiently strap Jessica onto the exam table.

As Jessica began to fall back onto the padded surface, the doctor leaned over her torso and pulled and fastened a strap across her waist. He quickly clipped her cuffs to chains which currently hung loosely from the ceiling.

Flayer stepped back and took a moment to enjoy the body he was about to examine.

He grasped Jessica's right ankle and very slowly...

...guided it to the stirrup.

[orchid]

As I felt the strap tighten around my waist, real panic set in. I tried to twist myself loose but it was no use. Just as quickly as I found myself bound to the table below me, I found my wrists secured above me and my struggle against those restraints resulted in the same...nothing.

My body turned ice cold and felt numb. I shuddered, a foreign tingling running through me from head to toe. I had no doubt in my mind that I was being closely examined. I could feel his eyes burning holes along my skin.

I concentrated intently, listening for sounds, anything and was met with nothing. My tears had stopped as suddenly as they had begun and I was now gulping in air, willing myself to be calm. It almost worked.

I flinched as I felt his hand grasp my ankle and I reflectively tugged it back towards me. His grip tightened and I felt him begin to move my leg outward. I didn't fight him...really...it was more a tightening of my muscles. I stiffened my leg and tried to hold it firm but he was strong and forced my heel into what I realized was a stirrup.

As he fastened a strap around my foot to hold it in place, and thus start the process of holding me wide open to him, I began to struggle in earnest. I fought as hard as I could to twist out of the waist strap and chaffed the skin on my wrists as I yanked on the chains that held me hostage.

[Ozme52]

Braddock watched as Jessica's fright overcame her as she began struggling. He uncovered the small control panel on the arm of his chair and took up the slack in the chains attached to Jessica's arms. When he had her more or less stretched her ribcage up, and prominently pulling her tits high on her chest, he stopped the winches.

In the meantime, Flayer had captured Jessica's other leg and had likewise secured it in the stirrups.

As he stepped back, Braddock was afforded with an unimpeded view of Jessica's pussy. Braddock flipped another switch and the stirrups began to spread her legs even wider. He let them continue opening until he could see her inner thigh muscles quivering.

In the meantime, Flayer had covered his face with a surgical mask and when the stirrups finally stopped opening Jessica wide, he stepped around and uncovered Jessica's eyes.

The reaction on her face, as she realized the room was "panelled" in wall and ceiling mirrors, was... exceptional.

[orchid]

The sudden and seemingly unaided movement of the wrist cuffs caught me by surprise as I stiffened my whole body. My arms were being pulled and my whole body was stretching out.

This gave the Doctor exactly the break he needed and he easily secured my other leg in the other stirrup. Almost immediately, I felt them being forced apart by another unaided mechanism. Oh God, when will it stop? I wondered as I was spread wide open, nearly to a side split position before I was given the relief of the stirrups stopping. Not that much relief was felt, my legs were taut and I was uncomfortably stretched in all directions.

I fractically shook my head from side to side, silently praying that the cover would come off and I could see what was happening. Being without my sight was causing too many surprises and was really toying with my emotions. As I came to that realization I also realized that it was exactly what all of this was intended to do.

My thoughts blurred into one another as I took the time to think this
through.

At lightening speed, the same way the panic had set it, it receeded. I knew that I was supposed to be off balance. And therefore, I felt I had regained control of the situation. I immediately stopped struggling and lay waiting for whatever was coming. I can handle this, I told myself

I felt hands at my head and felt a pulling on my face and hair. Light started to seep in and I opened my eyes wide, eager for my sight to return. As the cover was fully removed, I had to squeeze my eyes back shut against the bright lights.

Very slowly, I opened them again, just the slightest amount, peeking through my long lashes, still wet with my earlier tears. Everything was blurry for a moment with the newness of the light and my swollen eyes. I took a moment to get used to the light again and then opened my eyes fully.

I could see the Doctor there, in my peripheral vision but could not make out enough of his face behind the surgery mask. Slowly my eyes moved up to my wrists and I saw now that they were held by chains attached to the cuffs and that the pulleys were obviously responsible for the movement of stretching them. I forced my eyes to glance downwards, taking in my body. They grazed over my flat stomach to the V between my outstretched legs. Embarrasment flushed my face as I got my first look at exactly how vulnerable I was in this position.

As my gaze ended at my toes, I lifted my eyes to stare at the ceiling. I was surprised to see that it was covered in mirrors and the sight of myself, splayed open and bound down on this table was arousing as hell! I stared at myself for a few moments, taking it all in.

I looked back at the walls around me to notice they were covered in mirrors...not ordinary mirrors, I knew. They were one-sided glass to be sure.

I stared at the mirror-window between my legs, hard. Trying to make out if anyone was behind it but I could not see thing. A deep, guttural moan escaped my throat as I envisioned men standing behind that window, staring at my pussy and my body, opened for their viewing pleasure.

A hot streak of desire exploded in my stomach and ran through my body, ending by pooling itself between my legs. My pussy spasmed and I moaned again at the feeling. Breathing heavily, I licked my lips slowly and continued to stare at the unknown admirer that I was sure was on the other side of that glass.

[Ozme52]

As Jessica's gaze finally settled on Braddock through the one way mirror, he realized that she must be realizing it was just that, a one way glass. The image she saw, of course, was of herself, legs spread, pussy wet and gaping.

Braddock smirked. With Jessica's attention on him behind the mirror, she missed Flayer bringing out his intruments.

"Test #1 Ms. Phillips. Sensitivity."

Flayer began rolling a Wartenberg Wheel along the delecate skin along Jessica's bicep, up under her arm, and down her flank... towards the sensitive skin of her tits and of course her nipples.

[orchid]

I flinched as I felt the tiny prickles along the sensitive skin of my inner arm.

I ripped my eyes away from the mirror and watched carefully as the Doctor made his slow way along my arm.

I sucked my breath in as the wheel roamed towards my breasts. As the Doctor moved the wheel over first one breast and then the other I cried out. Partially in shock, partially in pain at the sharp pokes my tender breast was receiving from the wheel, I cried out once...twice...

And the torture continued. Although this was an entirely new sensation for me, and not one that I would consider all together pleasant, as the Doctor continued to explore my breasts with the little spinning wheel, my cries turned to moans and my moans to wanton whimpers.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed what he was doing to me.

[Ozme52]

Braddock watched as Flayer proceeded to torture the girl's nipples, once or twice pressing hard enought to leave a track of red speckles.

He dragged it up her chest and up her neck, and forced her mouth open.

Then he trailed it down her belly, around her navel, down her legs and back up her inner thights. He teased her over and over again... and finally attacked her pussy... and her clit.

[orchid]

I alternated between moans of pleasure and straining against the binds towards the little wheel and screams of pain and pulling back as much as I could from it. I had already come to love and hate the torturous little device.

I twisted my head in an attempt to delay the inevitable as the Doctor brought the wheel to run it coarsely over my tongue. It was to no avail as he wretched my face back to him and squeezed until I was forced to pop my mouth open.

I whimpered with arousal and pain as he continued his journey along my body.

As the touch of the wheel travelled up my inner thighs, I was taken almost to the brink, and I attempted to raise my hips to meet it as he played closer and closer to my dripping pussy. Moaning, I lifted my head to look at him. He was intent on what he was doing and paid me no attention.

I was ready to explode I was so turned on and I was tempted to beg and plead with him for the release I was craving. He looked up at me and I thought I could see a smile in his eyes but it quickly changed to something else. His stare was cold, almost evil and I watched as he lifted the wheel and positioned his hand high above my cunt.

The chill that raced through me barely had time to register as his hand swiftly dropped again, pushing the wheel deeply into my most tender skin.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed

[Ozme52]

Flayer, sounding all the world like a forensic pathologist, made oral notes for the audio track of what he knew was a video record of Jessica's examination.

"Subject is acutely sensitive to topical stimulation but is not to be categorized as a pain slut." Most of the words were drowned out by Jessica's scream as Flayer continued to roll the pinwheel back and forth hard into Jessica's sensitive pussyflesh, rolling it across her clit everytime it sounded like exhaustion was overcoming her ability to scream .

Braddock watched the spectacle of Flayer's contolled sadism. Braddock released his cock from his pants and slowly stroked it in time to Jessica's shrieks.

"Enough Doctor. Time to move on."

Flayer didn't hesitate and stopped immediately on command. He knew he would never risk his position at The School. The opportunities to exercise his personal brand of sadism were too numerous to risk, even for a specimen like Jessica Phillps.

He put down the pinwheel and picked up two broad headed forceps. He slowly clipped one to each of Jessica's labia, each time allowing her to hear the individual clicks as the forceps ratcheted tighter and tighter on her lips until Jessica was again squirming and struggling against the pressure.

Flayer pulled Jessica's pussy wide open and hooked the forcep handles onto conveniently positioned pegs. He picked up a large vibrator, it looked like a medieval mace with a large oval head, though no spikes... and turned it on. The sound it made was loud and the head could be visibly seen to be vibrating.

"Test #2, Responsiveness"

[orchid]

Even as my body visibly relaxed in it's bondage, I breathed a deep sigh of relief to feel the biting of the wheel stop. My entire body seemed to sag down, further onto the table and my scream turned to choking sobs as I tried to regain my composure.

My repreive was slight though as only a moment later, the evil little Doctor clipped my lips, which started my struggles all over again.

My throat was hoarse from crying and screaming. My sensitive flesh was burning from the rough treatment and now, my pussy was throbbing at being forced open.

I glared at the Doctor and at the mirrored wall.

"Test #2, Responsiveness"

My eyes widened as the vibrator came into my view.
"Noooo.....please......" I whimpered as I looked back to the Doctor and slowly shook my head. "Please.....enough...."

I watched as that sadistic enjoyment came back into his eyes and I knew that there would be no relief for me yet. I felt a thousand spikes of fire throughout my body emanating from the pin pricks of the wheel. My tender pussy felt like it was swollen already and yet, I knew there would be more. I was powerless in the bonds.

Sobbing in defeat, I squeezed my eyes shut and let my head fall back onto the table.

[Ozme52]

Flayer started by carressing the bottoms of Jessica's feet. Her toes curled at the unexpected contact as tears streaked her makeup, blackening her eyes.

He slid the massive vibrator along one calf...


Under the knee....


Along her inner thigh....


Always slow, moving slowly up one leg. He rolled the vibrating head so the sensitive flesh of he inner thigh began to vibrate in tune with the vibrator. The flesh reddened as the vibrations brough blood to the surface of her skin and from her reactions, increased the sensitivity of her skin.

He rolled it a bit more and the head, still against her flesh, also contacted one of the forceps, transmitting it's vibrations down the steel instrument and directly onto and into the attached labium.

[orchid]

The uncomfortable pain that was wracking my body slowly gave way to pleasureable tickles as the vibrator was slowly traced around my skin.

My cries caught in my throat and a small giggle escaped as my ticklish feet were focussed on. My toes curled inward, trying to stop the light touch.

I moaned quietly as the vibrator travelled along my leg and to my inner thigh. I could feel my nerve endings tingle as the buzzing of the vibrator blocked everything out. The room seemed to fade away and the only thing that was left was the wonderful, soothing sensation of the gentle massage I was feeling.

My breathing slowed and calmed, becoming deep and even, almost as if I were sleeping. A small smile played on the corner of my lips. My thoughts began to wander as I enjoyed the sensations I was being subjected to. Memories of a summer romance flooded in, laying on the blanket in the field in the hot summer sun...the precious excitement that builds with the expectation of the sex that is to come...the gentle breeze caressing my naked flesh...and his fingers lazily trailing over my exposed breasts down to my stomach and lower...

"mmmmmmm" I moaned as my daydream completely took me over...my hips rolling slowly in rhythm. "ooooooohhhhhhh"

As the Doctor rolled the head of the vibe around and it connected with the forceps, a tingly vibration was shot into my pussy lips. My eyes flew open and a wanton gasp escaped me, letting the Doctor and Braddock both know just how erotic this experience was for me. "aaaahhhhhh...."

[Ozme52]

Flayer lifted the vibrator and watched with sadistic glee as Jessica pumped her hips trying to regain the contact. Her open pussy overflowed and leaked juice down her ass and onto the exam table.

As her hips finally slowed he planted the vibrator against the other forcep. Jessica's hips all but threw themselves at the renewed stimulation.

Braddock remotely manuevered the video camera to a more advantageous position as Flayer once again tormented Jessica with the removal of the stimulating vibrator. Through the window and in the video monitor, Braddock watched as Flayer, almost gently, used his fingers to unhood Jessica's engorged clit. She bucked and he released the contact and slapped her thigh. Again he unhooded Jessica's clit and blew warm breath over it, this time laughing as Jessica again bucked her hips.

Flayer let her impale herself on his fingers and began to fuck her cunt. The table all but groaned as she tried to move her legs and trap his hand. Between her lips, held open by the forceps, he could see the walls of her pussy rhythmically contracting as they tried to draw his fingers in deeper.

He spoke into the mike, adding to the audio recording, "The subject's response to direct sexual stimulus is immediate and complete. No adverse effects from the sensitivity testing can be observed." With his fingers still deep in her cunt, he brought the vibrator down on her exposed clit.

[orchid]

The sensations were driving me wild. I could not control myself and strained for any direct contact I could get.

God it feels soooooo good the thought ran over and over in my head.

Time and place lost all meaning for me and the only thing I could focus on was my intense arousal and desire to cum. Squirming, my hips rolling, my body straining, I silently begged for release.

I mindlessly fucked the Doctors fingers, my head tossing from side to side as I worked hard to maintain as much contact as I could.

Ohhhhh God.....ohhhhh pleeeeeeeaaassseeeee the thought ran through my head as I rapidly approached my breaking point. Frustration was just below the surface and I whimpered, urging for more.

I didn't know what was happening when the Doctor brought the vibrator down onto my clit, I was too far gone by then.

The force of the orgasm ripped through me, my mind and body exploding into a thousand prisms of light. "Yeeeeessssssss!!!!!!" I screamed as I lifted my hips and ground against the head of the vibe, riding it out. "Ohhhh yes!"

There was nothing more than this moment and I didn't want it end as wave after wave rocketed through my pussy muscles.

[Ozme52]

Jessica's orgasm was almost instantaneous with the contact against her clit.

Flayer grinned widely and squirted a fine lubricant from a squirt bottle up into Jessica's pulsing opening and onto and over the head of the vibrator. He felt some of it mist off the vibrating head onto his face and glasses and could smell the aroma of her cum as it aerosoled onto his surgical mask.

The vibrator began to slide over Jessica's labia, back and forth, rubbing one tautly stretched lip, then her clit, then the other, over and over again. He watched as Jessica's neck began to mottle. The mottling spread as her orgasm approached it's peak. It soon covered the tops of her tits as she continued to flail her cunt, following the vibrating head. When he was sure Jessica was at her peak, Flayer centered the vibrator and pushed. Hard.

The head pushed her flesh aside as it made it's way into her vagina.

"Careful Doctor, I don't want her ripped." Braddock's voice commanded.

Flayer nodded, but behind the mask, his teeth gritted as his grin spread from ear to ear. He turned the vibrator up a notch.

[orchid]

Waves of pleasure ripped through me to my very soul as my orgasm continued, seeming to intensify over time. I moaned and squealed and whimpered in pure ecstacy, nothing in my mind but the sumptuous rippling and release.

Lying there, with my eyes closed, and my body thoroughly preoccupied my mind wandered, enjoying the sensations. Something niggled at the back of my mind as my orgasm started to receed. I felt a pressure at my very core, and smiled lazily at the thought of the inevitable penetration.

Still smiling, I opened my eyes to compliment my lover and as I did so, the horror of my situation came rushing back even as the vibrator was pushed into me, stretching me wide.

Instinctively my inner muscles rebelled, and tightened to push the massive object, trying to dislodge it. My limbs, still held tight in their bondage turned ice cold as I started to struggle again. Gone was the easy afterglow of my instense orgasm. It was replaced by disgust and embarrasment for my body's betrayal. My face flushed deep red as my eyes locked on those of the doctor. A cry caught in my throat at the indignity of this stranger, and the man behind the wall, witnessing my most intimate moment.

"No!" I cried out, "No....you pig!!" My disgust very apparent as I twisted and turned, trying to get away from what the offensive Doctor was doing to me. "Stop it! Stop!"

I could sense the Doctor's glee at my situation and it riled me all the more. Bonds be damned, I thought and renewed my efforts of twisting and turning again....

"You filthy, perverted PIG!!" I screamed out...."Stop!!!!"

[Ozme52]

"Enough Doctor."

Flayer turned off the vibrator and removed it from Jessica's open pussy.

"You have other patients to attend to?" Flayer nodded and left.

By the time Braddock entered the exam room, Jessica had stopped screaming but still struggled against her bonds, albeit much less vigorously as her energy waned.

Braddock leaned in from out of her sight, stroked away a single tear that had fallen down her cheek and whispered into her ear.

"You think that was perverted? You're failing the easiest of the tests Jessica. I don't think you're cut out for our training regimen."

[orchid]

I jumped at the sound of your voice so close to my ear as my struggles had kept me from hearing you enter the room.

Fear filled me as the intent of your words sunk in. I had failed. You were going to release me and send me on my way.

From somewhere deep within, the tenderness of your touch registered in my mind and with it, the realization that this journey would have its soft and beautiful moments too. I took a deep breath and raised my eyes to meet yours.

"Oh please, Sir" I whispered, "please....I'm overwhelmed...."

[Ozme52]

Braddock strapped a collar onto Jessica's neck. It was tight and constricting. He snapped a heavy chain leash to the D-ring situated directly over her throat.

"Since you can't control yourself, perhaps we should take your voice from you." Braddock prised open Jessica's mouth and forced a large ball gag into her mouth and behind her teeth, strapping it tightly behind her head.

He stepped around and between her legs... and without warning, unclamped both forceps simultaneously.

The white flesh flushed pink as blood rushed back into Jessica's labia.

[orchid]

I struggled to remain calm against the tight collar on my neck and realized quite quickly that while it was tight, I could still breathe. That was a relief. The chain leash didn't really surprise me, and I almost giggled at the thought.

I was so confused, my emotions seeming to go from one extreme to the other and then back again faster than I imagined possible.

I struggled to pay attention to your words..."Since you can't control yourself, perhaps we should take your voice from you." My eyes widened and teared slightly as you forced the ball gag into my mouth and secured it. It was huge and my jaw began aching immediately.

My mind was focussed on the discomfort of my jaw and the difficulty I was having swallowing the copious amounts of saliva the ball seemed to produce through my constricted throat. My eyes watched you warily as you walked to between my legs and reached your hand out.

A sudden, burning rush of pain engulfed my nether region as the blood rushed back to my lips. A feral scream formed in my throat and I thrased on the table for all I was worth as I let it go.

The only sound that escaped into the room was a muffled uncomfort thanks to the ball gag but it was apparent from my thrashing and the heavy tears that were once again running down my face that I was in a significant amount of pain.

[Ozme52]

Braddock ignored Jessica's thrashing and wheeled a new apparatus up between her legs. He locked the wheels and waited until Jessica became aware of him again.

Her eyes widened as she saw the evil device.

Braddock extended the huge dildo forward and into her pussy. It slid in easily, she was wet despite herself. He made an adjustment in the length and throw, and turned it on.

Braddock smiled as he watched the dildo stroke in and out of Jessica's cunt. It drug her tender flesh in and out in tempo with its motion... and Jessica's body began to react instantly to the remorseless fucking she was receiving. Braddock knew she would soon be reacting differently when the machine began to exact it's toll on her body... and then her psyche, when she became orgamically exhausted.

He stepped to the console and buzzed the main office.

"Keep an eye on Exam Room 5... and have Monique sent to my room."

Braddock dictated a few notes into his personal recorder and left Jessica to the insidious, unrelenting machine and began to think about the massage he was about to get... and continuing Monique's oral training.

[orchid]

"No...no...."

I tried to beg but my voice was muffled and uninteligible behind the gag. Never had I seen such a device so closely and I was terrified, knowing what was in store for me.

Another scream erupted from the depths of my soul as you shoved the dildo into me. Again, it came out as barely a muffle. The dildo was large, and pulled my tender lips, causing more pain as it went in.

Scream after scream bubbled up in my throat, never quite making it into the room as you stood there and smiled, watching me be fucked mercilessly by the machine. With every thrust, it hit my g-spot causing the pleasure to creep into my brain, over-riding the pain, at least temporarily. My screams turned to whimpers and moans of excitement as the machine fucked me to a higher state of arousal. The steady sound of the hydraulics hypnotizing me as it pumped me in time.

Slowly, I began to pull against my bonds as I fought to circle and thrust my hips, trying to fuck the machine back. My moans grew louder as my body reacted and my arousal built. Frustration crept in as I was slowly and methodically penetrated by the dildo. Again I tried to thrust towards it, urging the faster pounding I craved. I was panting heavily behind the gag, and whimpering with near exhaustion when my orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere to rip through me. I tried to scream out my release but it was only heard inside my head as I had finally lost my voice. As my orgasm ebbed, I simply hung there in my binds, the sweet afterglow of orgasm washing over me, and relaxation fighting to get in.

Through that, the steady psshhht, psshhht of the machine continued. I cried freely as the relentless dildo continued its slaughter on my tender and over-sensitive hole.

Soon enough I could felt the fire building within me again.

* * * * * *

It went on for what seemed like hours. I had lost track of how many orgasms I had as each one had blended into the other.

Gone was the pain that had caused me so much uncomfort to begin with, I had long since gone numb. Gone was the arousal that inevitably accompanied the maddening thrusts. Gone was the ferocious yearning that driven me to mentally urge the machine on. “Oh God yes, it feels so good, fuck me harder….” I chanted it like a mantra in my head as the abusive dildo raped me continuously. Gone was the feeling of utter defeat as I lost the strength to fight it or even cry any longer. Gone was my will. Gone….

Laying there, defeated, I let the same hypnotic thrusting of the rods lull me into a state of blackness…and then finally, blissfully I heard nothing more…I felt nothing more…as my body shut down and I succumbed to the void of pure mental and emotional exhaustion. I passed out.

[horny4hothot]

What a great story hope you are going to write more