Jenna felt sick. Just when she had thought she had a savior, she realized they were in this together. It was just a game to them. She saw Dr. Watts reach for a smallish cylinder, and heard Dr. Greyson tisk in disapproval. Dr. Watts reached past that and grabbed a small bottle. He turned towards her, and their eyes met. She saw the hesitation, the disgust, and the anger. It was either towards her, or towards Dr. Greyson. She tried wriggling, but knew it was futile. Even just one of these restraints would've kept her in place, and she had five. She was determined not to be broken. She would think, figure out an escape. Then she felt Dr. Watts' fingers press into her.
Derek had lubed up the small bottle as much as he could. He tried to stroke her pussy just enough that she wouldn't bruise or tear when he inserted it. When he felt her open for him, he began pushing in the bottle, stroking her clit to keep her pleasured. He heard her moan, felt her legs shake, but knew it was in pleasure not in pain. He tried to make it quick, tried to stroke her clit with two fingers, in circles...but he felt her body resisting. He knew it was her way of fighting, and felt a wave of admiration. He also knew it was pointless. It would just stretch this out. He reached forward and pressed his mouth against her clit, sucking in gently.
Jenna let out a silent scream, and felt her body go rigid. She felt his mouth on her clit. She was trying so desperately not to give in, but she felt his tongue probe her, felt it vibrate against her clit. When she felt the bottle start to move inside her, it was too much. She felt hands on her gown, pushing it apart. She strained her legs even farther apart, seeking release. Her nipples strained upward, and she cried when she felt the sharp tugs on both her nipples. She felt hands on her body, pulling her nipples to points, the mouth sucking on her clit, and the bottle rocking her body up and down. She couldn't hold on, and threw her head back as she let the orgasm take her.
Derek slowly withdrew the bottle, trying not to stimulate or hurt her. He licked his lips and groaned. God, she tasted sweet. He saw Dr. Grayson standing next to her. Her eyes were closed and she looked like an angel. A very, very sated angel. He couldn't resist one last lick, and her eyes flew open to his laughing ones. He caught that glimmer of humor, and then saw her notice Dr. Grayson standing close to her face. He stood up, flinging the stool back. "Get away from her."
Dr. Grayson pulled the gun and pointed it at Jenna. "I want to cum. Make me cum in five minutes or I'll shoot you." Jenna glared at him defiantly. He seemed to recognize the fight in her, and raised the gun at Derek. "Make me cum in five minutes, or I'll shoot his arm off. He'll live, but not without difficulty."
Jenna took all of 1 second to decide. As much as she hated to admit it, she felt some sort of pull to Dr. Watts. She would never allow him to be harmed for her sake. She saw Dr. Grayson unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down. His erection sprang free. It was of a decent size, long and thin. She felt the chair lower until it was at face level for her. She glanced at Derek, saw his heated gaze...the anger, the frustration. She wanted to sooth the worry lines on his forehead, to assure him she was okay. If this is what she had to do, she was a strong woman. She would survive.
Derek saw Jenna steel herself. He was so proud of her, and so scared for her. And unfortunately, so freaking turned on by her. She was bared for all the world to see, and she was one of those women born to be naked. Her hair belonged to the wood nymphs of mythology, her face to an angel, and her body to a porn star. He knew without a doubt she was all real. His palms itched to be on her breasts, his head buried in her thighs. He saw her lips part and her tongue flick out to lick her lips. He couldn't breathe.
Jenna almost laughed. She wanted him to know she was okay, that she understood. She tried a little tease, a lick of her lips, and saw the tent in his scrubs, and the clench of his fists. If only it were just the two of them. She felt Dr. Grayson's cock brush her wet lips, and tried to imagine him as a second Dr. Watts. Her tongue circled his head, licked the precum off. She felt him grow larger and knew she would have no problem getting him off in time. She sucked him on, rubbing her tongue against the length of him. She let him pull almost all the way out, and then sucked hard as he reentered. She felt him stiffen, and she started her arsenal of tricks.