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Occasionally, she would continue to stimulate Darcy purely anally, easing the plug out of her and back in very slowly, so that she had a lot of time to feel every second of the experience, every millimeter of that thick invader spreading her wide open, or she'd insert more vibrating bullets into her rectum and turn them all up to high, or she'd remove one plug and replace it with the next bigger one.
That was the one she preferred, and, if the juices coming out of her quim were anything to judge by, that was the one Darcy preferred, too.
She was too sensitive for Angine to touch her clit much, although she did like to slide her fingers up and around the sides of it and the only thing that was keeping her from sending her over the edge was the fact that if she orgasmed, the doctor was likely going to put her hide in a sling, too. The nurse took the time to put on fresh gloves. She knew that Darcy had a thing for sterile gloves and always made sure to snap them loudly—she had confessed to Angine, when she'd first started working here, that just that sound made her nipples hard.
Dipping the tips of two fingers into Darcy's overflowing font, she'd bring them up to the top of her lips, then slowly, very slowly, slide them back down, always skirting to either side of her clit. The moans Darcy issued when she was being fondled this way—and even just during the anal side of things—were nearly as loud as those she emitted while she was being punished.
When Nurse Crawford determined that she'd had enough, she would allow Darcy to get up and get dressed—usually leaving something inside her somewhere to keep her aroused or to remind her to behave—not that her scorched bum wouldn't do that, too.
Of course, those weren't the only things she wore. The doctor loved seeing her impudent nipples pressing against her uniform, so she was quickly required to wear something to keep them that way, most usually the elastic rings, which the doctor had definitely taken a liking to. Sometimes, he had multiples of them applied, which made her nipples poke out so much that it was impossible for anyone not to notice them, but she was required to work that way, regardless. She knew people were staring at her nipples—even though a hundred percent of their patients were women—and it added to the shame she felt, which ratcheted up her desire another several notches.
At the appointed time, when she was finally going to be allowed a sexual release, Darcy remained after work. It was a Friday night, and she wasn't going to be allowed to skip her usual punishment. To the contrary, it was a much worse one than usual. He used his hand, the cane and the paddle, and finally, his belt, until she thought she'd lose consciousness from it.
They were in a different room—one she hadn't been in before. It looked like an operating theatre, complete with a gallery, only there was definitely a gynecological exam table in the middle of the room, rather than one on which a surgery would be performed. Although, as she was flipped over onto her back and offered a bit of water to replace the many tears she had wept, she wondered if he hadn't started with a surgical table and then added gynecological elements—among others—to it, for the grand design exam tables he used on his special patients and, now, her, too.
But there were no drapes for her. She wasn't allowed even the semblance of modesty. Darcy was completely exposed, as always, only this time, her legs were pushed up and back, as if she was going to deliver a baby, which put her pussy at center stage—every glorious, denuded pink inch of it.
She was, of course, completely secured, although Darcy noted that there were a few extra straps than usual. One was above her breast and one right below, as if outlining them, and then the regular ones around her arms and wrists as they were attached to the cushioned rests that held her arms at a forty-five-degree angle from her body and around her waist and hips. She was surprised that there was no gag this time, although there was a strap across her forehead that held her head to the table. Her legs were held in place by soft straps that were nonetheless very strong, and her feet were also set into stirrups that kept her from putting her legs down.
It took her a moment to notice as Angine and the doctor were getting things ready—and that the nurse had taken the usual measurement of her intimate fluid output—that there were quite a few big mirrors placed around her—along with big lights. She felt as if she was going to be on display of some sort, which, of course, was ridiculous.
But it wasn't so ridiculous when the doctor—who was fully garbed as if he was going to perform a surgery—nodded to Nurse Crawford, who was dressed the same way, including a sterile mask over her face that the doctor wasn't wearing, and she turned to press a button on the wall that pulled back the curtains in the two galleries that were on either side of her to reveal the entire staff of the practice, eagerly gazing down at her.
Despite the fact that she knew—intellectually, by now—that struggling wasn't going to get her anywhere, she often couldn't help herself, and this was definitely one of those times. She desperately wanted to cover herself, but instead, she watched helplessly as the doctor reached over and turned the big lights on, adjusting them so that they were concentrated on her breasts and the area where he took point—right between her legs.
As all of this was happening, she realized that the top of the table was being slowly slanted down, so that her privates were raised up and presented in even further detail to the only too interested gawkers.
He nodded almost imperceptibly at his nurse, who proceeded to attach four elastic rings to each nipple in quick order, while she wept and moaned with each application.
"Look at how her nipples plump up! And they become terribly sensitive, too." His voice boomed through the room, his every syllable amplified, as were her responses, although those were quickly turned down a bit.
All of her desperate, pleading, "No, please!" was completely ignored as the doctor proceeded to hold up a good-sized butt plug, showing it to the crowd. Darcy recognized it as the next step up from what Nurse Crawford was already using on her.
"Don't let her moans and wails fool you. Darcy loves every bit of what's being done—and has been done over the course of the past nine months—to her. And we have the scientific measurements to prove it." With a theatrical flair, he showed Darcy—and thus everyone else—that he was lubricating the plug generously with Tiger Balm as he placed it at the entrance to her rectum. "And this is one thing she likes more than most things—to be stretched back here, which is something Nurse Crawford and I are only too willing to assist with. The Tiger Balm is just an extra, added effect and to keep her on her toes."
To Darcy's horror, he began to push it, just barely, up into her as he continued to talk to the people in the gallery while her very innards began to burn and sizzle, and she, indeed, gave her best effort at getting away from the advance of that thing into her bowels, trying to be on her toes, but she was too well held to achieve much of anything. "You might have noticed that she often sits rather gingerly around the office. That's because Angine has volunteered, over the past months, to help me with Darcy's training. She's undergone something like the teasing treatment I give to some of my more particular patients, only intensified quite considerably. She has also not been allowed to orgasm for nine months exactly, even though we've been subjecting her to those exact things that titillate her the most."
As much as she tried to avoid it—not wanting to humiliate herself in front of all of those people—Darcy couldn't keep herself from panting and moaning and, most shamefully, begging him to stop, as she felt herself being inexorably forced to accommodate the width of the plug.
"Her nipples are usually quite distended, and that's because of the rings that were often applied to them, as they were just now. She has also been disciplined—quite firmly and quite often, as you may have heard earlier—by myself or her nurse for her mistakes at work, as well as being given frequent enemas that accompany her anal training. The two kind of go, well, hand in hand, sort of."
There was a chuckle from the audience at that.
"Tonight, she's going to be allowed to orgasm for the first time in a very long while, and probably the last time in an equally—if not longer—while. And you, her fellow employees, are here to witness that event."
He had reached the widest point of the plug, the part that was hardest to take, and began to twist it up inside her as she wept and sobbed and tried to relax to ease the pressure and the pain, but there was nothing she could do to help it as it was plunged home inside her.
The gallery gasped at her high-pitched yelp as Dr. Brackett seated it within her, then nodded for the nurse to come down and take another measurement. Nurse Crawford announced, with obvious glee, that her output had increased three-fold between the period after her punishment and the time the plug was applied.
There were more gasps and tittering giggles from the audience at that, which made Darcy want to melt into the floor in embarrassment.
"Now, since we've already established what she so obviously loves, Nurse Crawford is going to apply Tiger Balm to her nipples."
It was no sooner said than done, a dollop applied to each engorged peak then rubbed in, then more mercilessly applied on top of that while Darcy shrieked as her nipples felt as if they were being reduced to ashes.
Lastly, he produced a very large vibrating dildo that he plunged into her to the hilt and used a hidden prop to keep lodged deep inside her, so that both openings were stretched almost beyond her capacity.
When her protestations had died down, as had the chattering in the audience, the doctor said, "Now, Darcy, you are being granted a very great favor, tonight. You are going to be made to come. I say that because I want you to realize that you have no more control over this than you do being spanked or having your little bottom filled with hot, soapy solution. You are here and will orgasm because that's what your nurse and I want you to do."
