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She had to agree, and so she drove back the pressure one more time until she felt her muscles accept, and the most intense spasms finally subsided. For at instant, she felt perfectly at peace.
It would seem that her surrender was complete at last. The doctor spoke, as he moved away from her, “Give yourself sometime to relax as you let this purge you, Gail. Then rest a little and I’ll return.”
The release was its own bliss, a new pleasure, one so intimate she knew there was no way she could disclose the truth to anyone—ever.
Afterwards, Gail sat now on the lounge, feeling the sensations in her body ease the longer she waited. What would come next? she’d wondered to herself. When the door finally opened, the doctor reappeared accompanied by the professor. She knew without having to ask that the exam was not yet over.
“Her bowels have been cleaned and emptied,” Dr. Dwyer informed the man.
“Good,” Rossi declared. He seemed quite pleased, and coming to her side, reached down to stroke her face. “How soft you are, my dear. You wear such surrender well,” he smiled, while his eyes shimmered with lust, “and still, I can feel your body heat swell as though something is still bursting to be released.”
“Perhaps so, sir,” was all she could manage to say. She knew exactly what he felt from her; her groin was anxious for more though she couldn’t predict what would happen next. “On the table again,” he announced directly, “as you were before.”
She scampered quickly to her feet, and climbed atop the examination table on hands and knees, feeling only slightly less embarrassed this time. But then, embarrassment does breed arousal.
A moment later the table jerked and she realized that it was slowly being lowered, the doctor turning a wheel at the far end, putting her in a position more easily accessible to both men. Would they take her sexually, was her first thought.
No, there were more indignities to endure—another examination of her body. This time, the doctor with fresh surgical gloves probed her emptied anal cavity. Then, as though he was measuring her for some unknown device, he inserted a number of rods into her ass, some reaching alarming depths. She shuddered with each penetration while her body seemed weaker as the probes impaled her. Finally, a fat metal device was thrust into the channel, lodging deep within. This one fastened to a belt that was secured around her waist, leaving the doctor’s hands free to commence with a second cleansing. Through the metal anal plug, an insertion tube delivered water more deeply into her bowels. This time, however, the sensation was not nearly as arduous or painful, since there was nothing left inside her to expel.
The feeling of fullness expanded as acutely as it had before, and went further still as the waters surged to her depths. When the two men decided that she’d had enough, the metal plug was stopped and sealed, while they moved on to begin the last chapter in this harrowing ordeal.
“You understand yourself, Gail?” the doctor spoke sternly with his voice turning grim. “This is your natural state, what you were made to be. You will take this treatment graciously because it is what you need to keep the troubled specter in you crushed. I’m going to take you further now, beyond the limits that you’ve allowed yourself.” He tapped the end of the metal device to emphasize the point. “And understand, that this necessary trial is only the beginning of a lifetime dance with your surrender. Are you hearing me clearly?”
“I am, sir,” she managed, even though she seemed to choke on the words.
“In this you have no will, Gail, no say, no need to rebel. You may have your doubts now, but you will survive. Surely, you’ll feel great pain, but it will deliver you to the depth you need to go. Keep everything inside you now. If you start to scream or cry, I will gag you. You will be brought to the end of yourself—all your rebellious, fractious, petulant and discontented temperament expelled.”
His final words were punctuated with a smack to her ass. Her body jerked, but she didn’t cry.
For sixty seconds the room froze in anticipation of what would follow. She heard only the shuffling of feet behind her, as the two men prepared themselves. Then, with a suddenness astounding as everything else during this amazing trial, she felt the smack of a paddle—this one definitely leather—descending in quick thwacks on her bare ass. Each strike not only raised the warming burn on her aching behind, they drove the probe deeper as though driving a stake into her heart, and then jostled the waters that remained to that point static in her bowels and belly.
She kept her mouth shut as though it were clamped with a vice. And though she could feel a natural tendency to grunt as the paddle struck, she squelched that sound, too. There was no sound in the stark and hollow room other than that of the paddle hitting flesh.
This spanking was not a painful correction—at least not at first. The feel of the leather was almost welcome for a woman used to being paddled with wood, or cut with a cane. Her ass had been tempered over time to accept such vehement sensations, and with little effort feel them begin the startling surge toward physical ecstasy. She emoted lust now, her body billowing with a crude heat as her ass swayed to meet the leather. She gloried in each strike, not only raising her own sexual desire but inciting the two dominant figures behind her to crescendoing peaks.
In time, the doctor moved away from her flaming rear, Rossi taking over the attack with another leather implement. This one, unlike Dr. Dwyer’s paddle, was a thinner, meaner looking two-inch wide strap, cut down the center, so it created a sharp, biting cut to the surface of his submissive’s skin. After several strikes, her ability to contain a cry was becoming almost too much to bear; but then the punishment changed again as the two men moved to either side of her ass, and took turns delivering blows to the poor young woman’s scorched buttocks.
The rhythmic back and forth was acutely severe; but once becoming accustomed to the measured cadence of strikes, her punishment took erotic turns again. She could feel the path to her orgasm move steadily forward, as her body replied with lewd gyrations. Her belly seemed to distend with all it was made to endure.
So delightfully red and becoming raw, h
er brilliant cheeks beckoned the two men’s lust, until that moment when, unable to withstand their own excitement, the paddle and strap were laid aside and the doctor unfastened the anal plug to empty her ass for fucking. She was moved bodily, by the force of their hands, to the toilet where she flushed herself a second time, where she peered up at them in the midst of her erotic stupor. Their eyes were lust-filled and demanding. Hers meek, yielding and very lost.
Having determined that her ass was sufficiently emptied, the two then carried her back to the table. Mounting it again like a lowly animal, she was ready to be fucked.
By some previous agreement, the doctor was first to have her widened channel. After greasing it well, he forced his sizeable erection to her depths. Immediately, her breathless gasps changed to audible groans. Though no one cared now what sounds she made. The intention for the finish was all that mattered.
No wonder why they’d lowered the table. Her ass was at a perfect height for quick penetration; her body bent and usable. They asked for little else from her but the squeezing muscles of her well-prepared back entrance.
Her cries were extraneous. Her own lust ignored.
Even so, they couldn’t have stopped her body’s response—unless they tried hard. And men, urgent for their own sexual climax, didn’t have any need to stop hers. As Dr. Dwyer’s primed cock stirred in her, the finish was close for them both. Feeling him ejaculate, she felt the first burst of orgasm explode inside her channel. She was soon swimming in a sea of ending, thoughtless—absent to anything but physical sensation. “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…” her short, erratic breathing forecast her end.
The doctor finished with his half-limp prick dripping from her whole. Though as he pulled out, Rossi’s inflated organ was pressing forward into the channel.
She was cumming still, her body taking in the prick because it made her climax even better.
“Fuck me… fuck me hard…” she demanded.
