No mercy for Mercy, PT. III
After all she had endured, Mercy slept, for a time, devoid of dreams or nightmares. Her mind and body needed time to recover. To make sense of everything that had happened to her since she arrived a day ago at Briar Rose. For a little while however, she just needed the dreamless sleep of oblivion. It was a gift to her abused body and psyche. However, eventually, memories, feelings, and fear began to reassert themselves.
Mercy groaned as she fought against visions of her being forced to suck on a huge cock. Her nipples softly throbbed as the memory of pinching and clamping them returned. Her body slowly, softly at first, began to twitch and gyrate, reliving the events of the past day. Mercy began to moan softly as she slowly awakened from her sleep. Her eyes were still shut and she tried to bring her hand up to wipe at them but as soon as she tried to move them, they caught on something and she found she couldn't bring her arms down from above her head where she lay. Groaning at the realization that she was bound once more (or still), she forced her eyes open and tried to look around.
The first thing that greeted her open eyes was sunlight, streaming in through white gauzy curtains over a large window on the far wall. She turned her head, blinking rapidly and tried to get her bearings. She was in a soft and fairly comfortable queen size bed. There were ornate posts at the head and foot of the bed and her hands were stretched out above her head and cuffed to the headboard posts. When she tried to move her legs, she found they were similarly pulled apart and bound to the footboard.
She realized that she was still naked but that a warm flannel sheet had been pulled up over her so she was, at least mostly, draped. Some of her movements while waking up had tugged down the sheet a little and though not fully exposed, quite a large amount of her big breasts were visible.
The next thing that she became aware of was the tingling itch in her lower regions. She could feel her pussy subtly twitching as a need to be touched was building. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch and that made the feeling more intense. Her breasts also were reacting, her nipples stiffening. She could see them poking against the sheet. She squirmed and tried to quell the feelings as much as she could but they just seemed to intensify as she struggled against her bonds.
She found herself beginning to breathe hard, her tongue peeking out and licking her lips as she tried to get herself under control. The sensations her body was feeling didn't seem to be coming from any external device or touch, rather it seemed to be a need inside her that was making itself felt. She wondered how this could even be. She had been bound, raped, teased, and tormented for most of the previous day. Her body had been made to orgasm again and again against her will. Yet, now, her body seemed to be needing more. She pulled helplessly against her bonds and grunted trying to move, even a little, to a more comfortable position. Her jostling finally managed to tug at the sheet enough that one side slipped down, exposing her right breast completely. She thought about calling out to someone, but the memory of what these men did to her was still too fresh and she wasn't certain she was willing to face anyone quite yet so she bit her lip and softly whimpered as she tried to get her feelings under control.
The heat in her pussy and breasts seemed to radiate across her stomach as well. It wasn't actually growing in intensity but neither did it diminish. It was just a steady pressure, feeling like need, begging to be touched. She lay there for several minutes, trying not to moan out loud and doing what she could to stay calm. In an effort to distract herself, she began to turn her head and take in the rest of the room.
She appeared to be in a rather well appointed bedroom. Aside from the fine bed which she found herself bound to, there was a side table off to her right. An old fashioned tiffany lamp stood on it but was currently off. She could see a little of the floor and it looked to be carpeted in what she thought was an expensive carpet (she was a good judge of nice, expensive things). On the ceiling up above her, she could see a small hanging light fixture encased in a wide, cream glass disk with faint gold highlights around the edge. Across the room from her bed was a very nice five-drawer oak dresser with a large mirror above it allowing Mercy to view her reflection in the bed. Next to it was a small door on the wall that Mercy judged to be a closet. She couldn't see the door into her room as it was down a short hall on the far side. Mercy guessed that the bathroom was probably there as well since she didn't see evidence of one anywhere else. Overall, it had the look and feel of a luxurious hotel room.
Another tingle in her pussy washed over her and she trembled at the need she was feeling. She couldn't believe it but she desperately wanted to touch herself, or have someone else touch her. The need was intense. She felt her cheeks heat up with shame as she realized this, and wondered just what these men had done to her. She was startled out of her reverie by a noise. It came from down the short hall and a moment later she realized someone was opening her door. She heard it shut and, a moment later Dr. Behring walked into view, followed by two attendants.
She didn't recognize these two but they were definitely cut from the same cloth. Tall, muscular, short-cropped hair and wearing tight white slacks and a white t-shirt. Just seeing the two big good looking men sent a pulse through Mercy's body but the presence of Dr. Behring threw cold water on those feelings as well. After all. He was in charge of this place and seemed to be the one orchestrating her torment. He smiled at her as he crossed the room and came to stand at her bedside. The two attendants moved around her, one standing at the foot of the bed and the other on the opposite side of the bed from the doctor.
"Good morning Mercy, and how are we this morning?" Dr. Behring was all smiles as he let his eyes wander over her body. Mercy became hyper aware of her exposed breast as all three sets of eyes of the men surrounding her continued to stare at her helpless form. "I hope you slept well!" He added.
Mercy was truly at a loss for words. She had no idea what he expected her to say. She certainly didn't believe that he was actually concerned with her welfare and she thought she knew exactly what these other two men were interested in. She wanted to scream at him, demand he release her, call him names and rail against everything that had been done to her but she knew that wouldn't get her anywhere. So, for a moment she just stared at Dr. Behring and tried to gain some sort of a handle on her feelings and how to respond. For his part, the doctor simply sat down on the edge of her bed and smiled down at her. When Mercy failed to answer him, he just nodded.
"At a loss for words are we? That's all right. It's a lot to take in. But you have been doing very well so far. I have high hopes that the treatments will be completely successful." As he finished his little speech, the attendant on the far side of the bed reached out and took a hold of the sheet that covered most of her body and began to pull it down, uncovering her body completely. She was startled by this and automatically reached for the sheet only to be pulled up short by her bonds.
"Hey! Don't do that!" She pulled against the cuffs binding her hands but the man quickly stripped the sheet away, leaving Mercy completely naked and in view of the men. Dr. Behring, still smiling, reached out and touched her hair softly, trying to calm her down.
"Now, now, don't worry Mercy, we just need to do a little examination and make sure you are not feeling any ill effects from yesterday." Mercy couldn't hold back any longer. She tried to sit up, straining against the ties that held her to the bed.
"Ill effects? Are you fucking kidding me? I was raped, repeatedly by your staff and treated like...like I was nothing! How dare you?" She raged, struggling against her bonds. The doctors condescending politeness, anger, shame, and confusion were all roiling up inside her. She tried to kick and yank herself free but with no success. The man who had pulled the sheet off of her smiled a very predatory looking smile and reached out, placing a hand over one of her large breasts. He squeezed it as he pushed her back against the bed.
"UUGGGHHH! Get your hands off me!" Mercy cried out, struggling against the man, but it was no use, he was very strong. His hand meanwhile began rolling her breast under his palm and massaging in. He was forceful but didn't try and hurt her. Then she felt the second attendant at the foot of the bed, begin to stroke her calf, slowly, deliberately moving his hands up her leg. The dual feelings of her breast being groped and the hand stroking up her leg began to reignite that hot itch between her thighs. She grimaced and tried to ignore the feeling.
"Now Mercy, don't get so upset!" He reached over and placed a hand on her unoccupied breast and began to rub his thumb back and forth across her nipple. The sensation sent thrills to her heart and her whole body began to tremble. "Just tell me how this makes you feel." He gave her nipple a little pinch between thumb and forefinger and then went back to stroking it. Mercy grit her teeth and shut her eyes trying hard to ignore the sensations that were starting to make themselves known. She tried not to react but couldn't help letting a small moan escape.
"Ugh!" She grunted. "Pl...please stop." Dr. Behring smiled and began to add a little more pressure against her nipple. The attendant on her other breast leaned down and while squeezing her breast, licked her nipple, occasionally raking his teeth across it. The other man had moved his hand up till it was on her upper thigh. His fingers caressing her flesh and moving inexorable upwards till it reached the lowest part of her trim bush.
"Just lay back and tell me what you're feeling Mercy. Do you like this?" Mercy whimpered and shook her head vehemently.
"N-n-n-NO!" she managed to gasp out. Dr. Behring just frowned a little and nodded. But he kept up using his thumb to excite her tit and the others continued as well. None of them were rough or in a hurry, they just slowly, relentlessly continued to touch and tease her, watching as she groaned and twitched, struggling against the slow rising fever that was building inside her. The doctor watched her for another minute as the teasing continued, then he looked down the bed at the attendant who was softly stroking the outside of her pussy, occasionally pulling at a hair till he got a yelp out of Mercy.
"Al, why don't you see if her clit needs a little attention." He spoke matter-of-factly, like a doctor asking a nurse for the proper tool. Al grinned and nodded in response. Then, he took both his hands and using his fingers, began to stroke her pussy's thick outer lips. He took them both between fingers of each hand and carefully, almost gently, pulled them apart, exposing her pink and, Mercy was ashamed to acknowledge, wet interior. He carefully ran his fingers just along the outer rim of her pussy till it reached the folds near the top. He could make out her quivering and swollen bud and keeping her lips spread with one hand, he began to stroke across her clit, pressing and rubbing it. Mercy reacted with a gasp and a jerk of her hips but Al seemed very capable of keeping his fingers busy and continuing with his playing with her.
