Hannah examined her naked body in the mirror, searching for any outward sign of the changes she'd experienced over the past year. The memory of her first visit to Dr. Wilcox was burned into her psyche, but like a story she'd read online - it belonged to a different girl entirely. That girl had been angry, anxious, and vulnerable when she had faced herself naked in this mirror, but all that was gone now, replaced by a sense of purpose and determination. Hannah and that girl had the same face, the same hair, the same skin, but that girl was naive, and Hannah was learning the Truth.
Out of habit Hannah reached between her legs and brushed her fingers over her smooth pussy lips, feeling for any rogue hairs that had escaped her examination this morning. Her insides tingled at the touch and she bit her lip - it had been well over a month since her last orgasm, and every inch of her body was on edge. The stone anal plug that had been her constant companion for all those weeks rested heavily in her ass, its flattened pull-ring nestled between her cheeks. Every hour she played with it, trying to coax her body to orgasm, driving herself crazy.
Maybe today?
She opened the door and walked into Dr. Wilcox's office, now familiar and intimate rather than frightening, as it was to that other girl long ago. The warm, moist air engulfed her. As always the Doctor sat in his armless, overstuffed chair with an open robe and a clipboard, scribbling notes and paying no attention to Hannah's arrival. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a beautiful, cloudless day over Hannah's college campus. The only unusual feature today was the presence of another girl kneeling between Dr. Wilcox's thighs, head twisted sideways to lick his balls. Her brown hair was knotted in a tight bun and her arms were tied behind her back with a hemp rope that came up through her butt cheeks and circled her neck. Red marks criss-crossed her exposed skin.
Hannah knelt in front of Dr. Wilcox with her knees spread, arched her body, and grabbed her elbows behind her back; the patience position was comfortable and relaxing, and the bobbing of Dr. Wilcox's cock was hypnotic as the unknown girl sucked his balls. Drops of pre-come dribbled down his shaft and Hannah's mouth watered in anticipation.
"You may suck me while we talk, pussy."
Being called "pussy" made her tummy sink, but Hannah leapt forward and leaned over the other girl to receive Dr. Wilcox into her mouth. She was more than just a warm, wet fuck-hole. Dr. Wilcox knew that, too, but wanted her to prove it. "Thank you, sir," she mumbled around his meat. His pre-come was salty and savory, and she began to suckle softly to draw more out. Her humiliation and frustration faded away as she lost herself in her work.
Hannah didn't recognize the other girl below: her eyes and ears were covered by a tight leather mask. She was leisurely, sloppily sucking the Doctor's balls, as if she had been at it for a while. Hannah's head touched hers when Hannah went deep on his cock, but the other girl gave no indication that she noticed Hannah's presence.
Dr. Wilcox set down his clipboard and took a firm grasp of Hannah's hair, pushing her head down all the way onto his cock until her nose was flat against his stomach. "I'm pleased that you've shown as much restraint as you have for the past month, and your work with Heron has been extremely valuable." He twirled his fingers in Hannah's hair and seemed to search for the right words while Hannah held her breath. "You were very brave in defending Emily, and there are a few things I need to tell you."
When he released her head Hannah gasped in air and continued sucking. "Thank you, sir. I have some questions for you, too."
Dr. Wilcox pressed her head down again and his thick meat plugged Hannah's throat. "Erica is here to assist you with your anal orgasm, pussy. She is learning to be humble and generous with her mouth, instead of rebellious, and I've been putting it to good use. She can't hear or see anything, so you'll have to direct her by pulling her hair and putting her where you want her."
Hannah's throat spasmed, trying to suck in air but completely blocked. Her vision was blackening when Dr. Wilcox finally released her head and she sucked in deeply around the head of his cock, still perched on her tongue. "Thank you, sir."
"Well, get to it, pussy."
Hannah's one encounter with Erica had been during her first visit to the Island. The more senior student had been obnoxious, bragging about being full of Dr. Wilcox's semen from an orgy the night before. Having Erica under her power now brought a smile to Hannah's stretched lips, and she grasped the girl's hair and shoved her face to the floor. Erica didn't struggle, but her movements were awkward - her hands were bound behind her back by an intricately tied rope that also squeezed her breasts and looped through her pussy.
Hannah twisted Erica's head and the bound girl scooted her body around, trying to follow Hannah's lead. The rough rope must have chafed between Erica's pussy lips because she squealed as she moved. Hannah carefully held the cock in her mouth and lifted her leg over Erica, pushing the girl under her crotch. Erica's body stretched out on the floor behind Hannah and only her forehead was visible between Hannah's thighs. With a sigh Hannah jammed her pussy down onto Erica's face.
Erica writhed under her - probably struggling to breathe - while Hannah ground her pussy hard into the girl's mouth. After weeks without an orgasm it was hard to care about the other girl's comfort. Her pussy was sopping wet on Erica's face, and once she let up the pressure she felt the girl's tongue reach out and lap at her lips.
"Good girl," Hannah said before remembering that Erica couldn't hear anything. But it wouldn't do to come from stimulation on her pussy - that wasn't the requirement. The combination of Dr. Wilcox in her mouth and Erica between her legs was almost too much for Hannah's desperate body to handle, and her legs began to tremble. With a groan she pushed Erica's head farther back and shoved her asshole down onto the girl's mouth.
Erica's head wiggled back and forth but was held tightly between Hannah's calves. The plug's flattened ring pushed against Erica's chin which wiggled the stone inside Hannah's butt, making her groan again with pleasure. Hannah pushed her pussy down onto Erica's face and her lips spread over the girl's nose, with the tip right against Hannah's clit. But where was Erica's tongue? Hannah reached back and twisted Erica's right nipple until her tongue finally popped out and licked tentatively at Hannah's hole. Erica mumbled something unintelligible from Hannah's crotch; Hannah grasped a handful of hair and twisted until the girl's tongue focused on its purpose.
