Beneath him, Ander could feel Ella responding, her body tightening around his cock as Fox fingered his ass. He chanted 'No, no, no, no, no" behind his gag, but of course, no one could hear it – and he doubted that Fox would stop even if he did. Ella was mostly quiet, other than the occasional squeal or moan, but he didn't blame her for not drawing further attention to herself. In fact, he was glad that she didn't. At the very least, his current position protected her from molestation by Fox or his men; even if it wasn't by his choice at least he could feel like he was doing something for her.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything he could do for Emilia. Although at least it looked like Jackson was being fairly gentle with her. Ander wasn't sure whether or not he had hope for that himself.
Dr. Wolcott led her to a large room, all the walls were tiled and white as was the floor. Steel cabinets lined one wall, their gleaming surfaces giving no hint as to what horrors might be concealed inside. There was a drain in the center of the room, which Ella stared at with a sinking feeling. In the far right corner there was a shower stall, with nothing to obscure the view of anyone inside it, and in the center of the room was the kind of table she was used to seeing on her rare visits to the doctor. Well. Almost.Made out of padded black leather and steel, it had stirrups attached to one end and a multitude of straps hanging from the rest of it. Ella didn't doubt that a person could be secured to it in far too many ways."Come, come," Dr. Wolcott said impatiently. "Get on the table and put your feet in the stirrups."Standing at the end of the table, Ella turned and put her hands on it to help hoist herself up, as she did so she saw the soldier taking up a post by the door. It was
"No! Please!"The combination of heat and ice inside of her caused Ella's body to bow against the restraints, but there was nowhere for her to go. Her screams echoed around the room; the water felt even hotter because the walls of her cunt were so cold from the ice water and she thought that surely it was boiling her insides.When the doctor pulled the wand out from her pussy, it was followed by that spray of water that was quickly reduced to a dribble. As Ella panted and sobbed, he leaned close to inspect the swollen, angry red folds of her abused cunt."Hmmm... too much hair here."Ella barely heard what he was saying. She barely registered it as he spread the depilatory cream over her abused pussy and mound. At that point she didn't care that he was permanently removing her pubic hair, at least it didn't hurt! As he scraped the hair away, leaving her pussy bald and smooth, the prominent pout of her swollen lips became even more pronounced. The doctor pulled and tugged at the abuse
After being dragged away from Ella, the gag still firmly in his mouth and his asshole burning from Fox's anal rape, Ander allowed himself to slump in his guard's hands, forcing them to drag him. Although he picked up his feet to keep the skin from being scraped off, he didn't make their job easy.Ahead of him, Nurse Mendel stopped, turned around, and raised her eyebrows. "Well if he can't walk, then carry him," she said briskly, and then turned around and continued.The bigger soldier shrugged and picked Ander up over his shoulder, which was humiliating. Ander had always considered himself to be a fairly big guy, definitely strong, but this particular soldier had about twice his mass. The only sop to Ander's pride was that the soldier didn't seem to be having a particularly easy time carrying him. For a moment he considered waiting for the soldier to tire out and then struggling and escaping... but there was the other soldier to consider. Not to mention that he had no idea where Ella
Even though her pussy was slick and tight, mentally he couldn't let go and enjoy what was happening to him.Not that she seemed to care. Neither did the soldiers in the doorway. They just watched impassively as Nurse Mendel, her skirt bunched around her hips, started to bounce up and down on top of his cock. It felt fantastic, physically. His cock was so hard, so engorged, and the wet haven of her pussy was exactly where it wanted to be. But his head was not engaged and he felt sick and ashamed that he couldn't force his traitorous organ back down.The nurse's moans filled his ears, churning his stomach as she bounced and gyrated on top of him, obviously enjoying herself. He truly did feel like a toy; a sex toy that she was using for her gratification. As her pussy squeezed and slid up and down his shaft, he began to feel his orgasm begin to build, the physical stimulation overriding his mind.Part of him felt relieved, it would be over soon.But the tight ring around his balls and d
As Ander and Ella compared notes, it quickly became apparent to him why Ella was so frightened. Laying on her side on the bed, watching him eat, the tears had dried on her face but he could still see her shivering with fear while she told him about the ordeal that Dr. Wolcott had put her through. It made Ander want to punch his hand through the wall, just hearing her voice shake as she talked about it. To see how scared she was of the doctor.He felt almost ashamed, feeling that she'd been through much worse than he had. Although he couldn't take her soldier's advice to heart the way she had."It doesn't matter if we obey, don't you see?" he said, waving the roll of bread he had in his hand. Which was a bit awkward, but he kept forgetting that his hands were cuffed together and trying to gesture with them. "Fox still controls everything, he can decide to do whatever he wants to us, no matter whether we do as he says or not.""I don't want to be punished, Ander," she said, her bright e
“Such a good Pet,” Fox said, grabbing her wrists and pulling them above her head. He wasn't even looking at her face. Reaching down, he fondled one of her breasts, bringing the nipple to a hard little point which he tugged between his fingers. Ella moaned again, hating herself for the little trickle of pleasure that spurted through her. "Pet's pussy looks pretty sore... I believe we have some balm that can help that." He looked over to the side. "Doctor Wolcott... please give Toy the balm you've prepared."She'd felt faint when he first called upon the doctor, and the relief that swept through her when Ander was given the balm almost made her sob. Fox was still toying with her breasts, making her nipples hard and achy with his attention. The pleasure was communicating itself to her pussy, much to her horror.
Seeing the way Ella's cheeks paled at Fox's pronouncement that she still had yet to earn her dinner, Ander had to squelch down the urge to leap across the table at the man. For one, Ander was still guarded. And there were a lot more men on the other side of the table, not to mention Emilia. Jackson had pulled down the top of her dress completely and was openly fondling her breasts, tugging at the little pink nipples. She sat there, red-eyed, obviously unhappy, but compliant. Because what else was she supposed to do?Ander knew how she felt. His helplessness was making him crazy. Although, at least Ella's pussy no longer looked so raw. Knowing that she felt better, that he'd at least made part of her situation more tenable, was a small sop to his pride.The men holding him turned him outward so that he was facing the crowd. The little ring around his cock and balls was still snug, but not uncomfortably so. His cock had hardened just a little while he'd been fingering Ella; he hadn't be
It had been years since Ander had done this. The man in front of him didn't seem to care whose mouth he was putting his cock into; his facial expression hadn't changed at all as he went from watching Ella to putting his cock into Ander's mouth. He had been excited by the show and was eager for his turn.Kneeling in front of him, Ander kept his fists clenched at his sides as he opened his lips and the man shoved his cock into Ander's mouth. The warm, salty, fleshy taste brought back memories of his days of experimentation when he'd discovered that he had a decided preference for women. The hot, hard rod dragged over his tongue.He didn't resist, but neither did he participate. Although it was instinct to explore with his tongue, to taste, to do what he'd don