The Master rose to his feet and reached for Ginger's limp and helpless form. Her body quivered and twitched out of her control; her whimpers barely audible. He easily lifted her up by her mid-section with one of his powerful arms and carried her over to an examination table that appeared to be fitted with some extremely heavy leather restraints. Tossing her helpless, hog-tied body onto the frigid metal surface face down, he began to quickly remove the leather straps and thongs which so tightly held her now pliant and exhausted body in check.
As he removed her bonds his hands worked with rough confidence, quickly releasing her lovely, quivering legs and allowing them to flop uselessly off of the back end of the table and down toward the floor below. He deftly removed the cuffs at her wrists and upper arms and noted the bruises there with a detached, clinical interest. Next, he pulled away the tight leather strap between her teeth and yanked out the scratchy burlap gag stuffed inside. None of it mattered to Ginger at the moment; her brain was still too numb from the pain and shock forced upon her body to do anything more than groan reflexively as her captor unbuckled the leather belt around her waist and abruptly ripped out the huge dildo plugging her drenched vaginal opening. The effect was like pulling a cork out of a bottle. The fluids that had been dammed up inside gushed out from between her creamy thighs and spattered loudly to the tiled floor. He sniffed at the air and looked down at her with mocking disapproval.
"What a shocking odor!" he said as he waved his hand beneath his nose, "I suppose that we will want to clean you up a bit before continuing your education."
Ginger was only distantly aware of his words; they came to her as if from far away. In spite of the fact that she was now unbound she was still completely powerless to move. Her muscles simply had no strength left in them at all. She tried to pull her mind together from out of the paralyzing horror of her situation. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for this; to be tossed around like a piece of meat, to be cruelly bound, forcibly invaded and tortured with her own sexuality. Now Ginger had retreated within herself; she was barely aware of being lifted again, or of being carried down a hallway to another room, or of her wrists being bound by thick neoprene cuffs and then hung above her head. She never noticed the warm, soft sponge filled with soapy water that began roughly washing her smooth, young flesh. As she drifted into unconsciousness her ravaged and terrified mind centered around one desperate thought, "What will happen to me?"
As he ran the soap leisurely over every inch of her body The Master inspected his delightful new toy. He twisted and tweaked one of her lovely, pink nipples pulling it back to stretch out her glorious mammary and then letting it snap back, noting with appreciation as it bobbed up and down for a second and then firmly remained in place.
"Wonderful!" he mused, "You are so very fortunate in your endowments my dear. One in a thousand might have such healthy attributes; you have been truly blessed."
He allowed his wandering hand to glide down between her legs and part her pussy lips, lightly pressing a finger between them. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and her soft lips parted slightly, allowing a distant moan to escape. With mild astonishment he felt the oily wetness returning to her privates; she was becoming aroused in her sleep!
"Such responsiveness!" he noted with a devilish smile beginning to creep over his face, "I see that we are both fortunate."
***
Ginger woke up slowly. She found herself lying on her belly, bent over, across the examination table in the "playroom" with her legs held spread-eagled on one side and her arms on the other. At first she couldn't remember where she was or how she had arrived there. Her abduction and savage sexual torture seemed like a half-remembered dream. That blessed state lasted for about two seconds before her memory was prompted by the unpleasant realization that her jaw was painfully pried open and that her mouth was filled with the Master's erect cock which was gliding smoothly back and forth down her throat.
Her immediate reaction was to jerk back and away but her arms, which were pulled down to the floor in front of her, held her in place so that she only succeeded in backing her head up a couple of inches; not nearly enough to pull her off of his hard, throbbing member. It was enough to get his attention however. She felt his cruel hand at the back of her head roughly gripping a fistful of her thick, lustrous hair. The Master snapped her head backwards, momentarily removing his pulsating manhood from between her lips and forcing her to look up into his dark, penetrating eyes.
He beamed down at her, "I see that you are back with me. Excellent!"
Ginger tried to speak, to protest, to beg to be left alone but found that she could not speak. She couldn't speak because of the huge, leather ring gag set between her teeth pushing her jaw apart almost to the breaking point. The only sounds that she could make were inarticulate gurgles as drool streamed down the corners of her mouth and the Master shoved her face back onto his cock and resumed thrusting.
Ginger had very little chance to survey her situation as her point of view only allowed her to see the hairy belly before her and the crown of his penis pounding against the back of her throat forced her to concentrate on trying to breathe. The Master continued to use her hair to push and pull her head back and forth along the length of his rod while he admired the way that the muscles of her back twisted and fought against the hospital restraints which firmly held her arms and legs.
"Mmmm, ahhh," he sighed, feeling her unwilling throat and tongue caress the head of his shaft, "This is your new life."
He thrust all of the way down her throat, her face buried in his crotch and then pulled back to feel his crown resting on the tip of her tongue. He began to speak to her in rhythm with his thrusting hips, punctuating each sentence with a forward thrust.
"You live to give me pleasure."
Thrust.
"You are my slave."
