revised. April. 2005.
Prologue.
Twenty-three-year-old Chelsy Peters fought to stay awake, as she leaned her gloriously naked body carefully forward, her lovely breasts rubbing against the smooth wall. Her beautiful ass gleamed softly in the subdued lighting, her long shapely legs trembled gently in tension, as she balanced carefully on the balls of her bare feet.
Her arms were stretched out high above her, her wrists strapped to restraints bolted into the wall, the rest of her lovely body was free to move. Her rich chestnut coloured hair, hung in soft waves down her back, finally spilling over on to her luscious buttocks.
It was not that she wanted to stay awake; the last few days had sometimes been full of pain and sexual torture. Given an option, she would certainly have chosen blessed sleep. Mistress's mind had seemed to be on other things lately, she had hurt her 'subby' a couple of times, not intentionally of course...
It had not always been so, Mistress had always been very considerate of her, being careful not to cause her real pain. She would never have left Chelsy alone before, like now... it was far too dangerous.
Her mind came back to the present... if she even started to drift off, she would begin to lose her upright posture, she would start to slide down.
And that would have the effect of pulling painfully on the two small stainless-steel rings, that were each embedded in her lush nipples. They in turn were connected by way of the nylon two-hundred-pound-test strings, which ran invisibly and tautly upwards to the restraints above her.
One more similar string was connected invisibly to a matching ring embedded in her clitoral hood, just above her nubby love-bud. The nylon strings had a certain stretch built in them, there was a small but needed tolerance, that benefited her extremely sensitive goodies.
She remembered when the Mistress had lovingly put the rings in her, the intense pleasure she had felt as her most sensitive areas had been embellished. The rings had bought her much pleasure in the past, as Mistress had played her body like a fine violin, an instrument of love... the controlled pain was an extremely erotic pleasure.
Now all that was changed, and she didn't know why... and her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Moaning, she fought against the exhaustion which threatened to overwhelm her - she had been in this position for well over two hours - and she tried to steady herself as she wiped her cheeks against her raised arms.
However, try as she might, she was unable to keep her mind from drifting; drifting back to the days long before this torture had begun....
Chapter 1.
It seemed like years ago, although it was barely a couple. Only a few years out of high school, and at a loose end, the job as a receptionist for Dr. Joyce Swan, had seemed like a godsend to Chelsy. The work was interesting and not too hard, and her boss had been so nice.
Then came the fateful day she had returned to the office, late on a Friday evening, to pick up a file she had forgotten to take home with her. It was not on her own desk, so she went into the Doctor's office to look for it.
She found the file almost immediately, and was about to leave, when she became aware of a strange muffled noise, it seemed to be coming from behind the door in the back of the office.
It was a door that she had assumed led to the Doctor's private washroom, it had always been locked, but it was ajar now. Curious, she pushed it open and went inside. She was surprised to find herself in a full bathroom.
It was quite large, complete with an oversized bathtub, there was even a bidet next to the regular toilet. A grey granite topped vanity ran along one mirrored wall, with two separate sinks, quite large. There was a separate shower stall with frosted glass doors, and next to it was another door, this one closed.
For the first time, she began to feel a little scared, the sound was louder now, definitely coming from whatever was behind this door. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she gulped, and opening the door she stepped through it....
Chelsy thought for a moment that she was having a bad dream, as she quickly took in the bizarre scene before her, and her eyes widened as she realised what was going on. She had heard about such things, never imagined that one day she would actually see them.
There was a young girl, she couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, strapped face down on an examination table. She was writhing in agony from what was being done to her lovely naked body, her head rolled from side to side as she screamed in one continuous long wail.
The girl had a voluptuous body for a teen-ager, and that didn't mean fat. Her flesh was taut on her frame, nicely tanned too. Her wrists and ankles were strapped to the table, her lovely ass was in the air at the far end, and a very naked Dr. Swan stood behind her, facing Chelsy.
Her head was down, her hands on the girl's hips, pulling and thrusting, her mouth wide open in sexual pleasure, as she abused the young flesh before her. Her firm shapely breasts swung erotically, in time with her movement against the screaming girl, and she was moaning loudly as her hips drove hungrily into the girl's buttocks.
Chelsy could see she wore a harness of some sort... then she realised what was happening... the Doctor was fucking the girl with a strap-on dildo, a rubber cock! Chelsy looked on in horror, and her boss moaned in obvious pleasure, as she raped the unfortunate young girl.
The world seemed to collapse around Chelsy, as she stood stupefied at the scene in front of her. She screamed, then froze, unable to move, as Dr. Swan looked up and saw her, and reluctantly pulled away from her young victim.
It was only then that Chelsy saw the rubber cock strapped to her... it seemed enormous to her horrified gaze! It bobbed lewdly around on her employer's glistening body, and then the floor rushed up to meet poor Chelsy as she fainted.
Chapter 2.
She didn't know how long she was unconscious, but when she woke up, she was naked and strapped into a gyno-exam chair, that was next to the table. She was on her back with her gorgeous ass up in the air, her wrists were strapped to the arms of the chair.