The Receptionist (M+F, bd, sm)

   Even as a relative newcomer to the surgical staff, Dr. Roxanne
Tremblay had already heard rumours about the ' Cutters Club ' of the
male surgeons. At first, she dismissed the rumours as folklore,
propagated by bored nurses and resentful administrators. With massive
egos, chauvinist attitudes, and salaries that often didn't match their
skills, the male doctors certainly gave enough ammunition to their
detractors. Until she heard it straight from another female surgeon,
she didn't put too much stock in the stories.
   " It's been around for a few years, " explained her friend, Shelly
Pascal. " Most of the guys won't talk about it, of course, but if you
go out drinking with these guys as often as I do, the details
eventually come out. "
   Shelly was a plastic surgeon, and had been with the hospital for
years. If she confirmed the story, it just had to be true. Roxanne was
curious. The rumours had been delicious.
   " So what goes on at these meetings ?"
   " They get a different girl each week. A volunteer. I'm afraid the
poor girl doesn't know these men the way we do. Stick twelve of the
biggest male egos into the same room, let them loose on the body of
some dumb girl who has volunteered to let them use her sexually, and
you can imagine the scene. These guys store up a week of  pressure and
frustration, and then take it out on the body of some witless girl. I
hear it gets pretty intense. "
   Roxanne shook her head in disbelief.
   " How in the world do they find a girl to volunteer for it ?"
   " I sometimes wonder the same thing. They advertise in adult
classifieds, offering a thousand dollars to a girl for volunteering for
the meeting. I've actually looked up the ad, and it does warn about the
abusive treatment, so I don't know how they always manage to come up
with applicants. I guess there must be some girls out there who get
really turned on by this sort of thing. "

   In the days following that conversation, Roxanne couldn't stop
thinking about what her friend had revealed to her. Even as Shelly had
been speaking, she had been afraid that something in her face would
betray the fact that she often fantasized about being dominated by men.
She never brought up the fantasies to her husband, of course. He was
much too sexually uptight to explore these feelings with her.
   Now that she knew what her male colleagues did for fun, her
imagination worked overtime. Roxanne thought about it all the time when
she masturbated.  She hadn't felt this sexually energized in years. She
imagined what it would look like, with twelve of the male surgeons
(which twelve, she wondered ?) surrounding some dumb girl who allowed
herself to get roped into serving them. She imagined all of the
indecent things that they would do to the girl. Then, finally, she
imagined herself as that girl. That always brought her off.
   Of course, it was just a harmless fantasy. In reality, it was out of
the question. These were her colleagues. She had her standing to think
about. Even if these weren't her colleagues, she knew that she could
never go through with it. It was too dangerous, too indecent, and
altogether too exciting for her to even contemplate.

   While going through her newspaper the following week, Roxanne took
the time to scan the adult classifieds. Her curiosity had grown, and
she just wanted to see what the ad looked like. She wanted to know the
kinds of things that they expected from their 'volunteer'. A few extra
details for her sexual fantasies couldn't hurt. Hell, it was normal.
Even Shelly had looked the ad up after hearing the story.
----
' SEEKING Sexually submissive female for group session.
  Must be willing to accept abuse and humiliation from group of men.
  Generous financial compensation. Safety and discretion assured. '
----
   Dr. Tremblay read the ad three times. This must be the one, she told
herself. She was a little disappointed that the ad didn't include more
details. The words 'abuse and humiliation' really turned her on, but
she was hoping to find out some of the specifics that had been absent
in Shelly's account.
   She recognized the contact number beneath the ad as a hospital
extension.
   What could it hurt to fish for a few details ?
   Her hands were trembling in a way very unbecoming a surgeon when she
dialled the number.
   " Dr. Vichy's office, " a cheerful female voice answered.
   There was one juicy detail. Dr. Vichy was the head of surgery, and a
married man. Roxanne wondered what his wife would think of his exploits.
   " Hi, " Roxanne responded, not sure what to say next. " I'm, uh,
calling about the ad in the classifieds. '
   " Would you like to come down for a screening ?"
   Screening ? This was too weird.
   " No, I was just looking for a little more information. "
   The voice on the other end of the line paused.
   " I'm sorry, but I can only give out that information in person. No
appointment is necessary. The address is..."
   Roxanne hung up on the receptionist. Her heart was beating fast.
   Yes, she wanted the details, but not enough to risk being found out
by Dr. Vichy.
   Damn she was turned on by this.
   Maybe, just maybe, she could go into the office when she was sure
that Dr. Vichy wouldn't be there. Then she could get all of the juicy
details from the receptionist, but still not risk anyone finding out.
That would be enough, she assured herself. That would satisfy her
curiosity.
   She lifted the phone again to call in for the surgical schedule.

   Becky Keena loved her job. The pay was excellent, the workload was
light, and her boss, Dr. Vichy, was rarely in the office. Becky could
spend much of the day reading, or making personal calls, or whatever
she wanted.  Of course, there were always the screening sessions. That
was the part of her job she liked best.
   At least twice a week, a woman would come through the office door,
usually with a copy of the newspaper in her hands. They were always so
nervous. Becky knew exactly what these women were looking for, but she
always liked to hear them say it anyhow.
   " I'm here about the personals ad, " said the woman who had just
entered the office. The woman averted her eyes when she spoke.
   Becky looked the woman over. The doctors would like this one. She
was petite, clean cut, and quite pretty, in a low-key sort of way. She
wasn't at all like some of the whorish women who came here, lured by
the promise of money. This one didn't need the money, she could sense.
Becky wondered, for a moment, if she recognized the woman from
somewhere. She seemed familiar, but Becky couldn't place her.
   " Do come in, " chirped Becky enthusiastically. " I'll just close up
the office for a while so that we can do the screening."
   Becky walked past the nervous woman, and locked the front door of
the office. She then led the way into Dr. Vichy's examination room.
   " Please follow me."
   The woman followed her, after a short pause, and took a seat on the
examining table when Becky motioned towards it.
   " What's your name ?" asked Becky.
   " Amanda."
   It was a lie, Becky knew, but she had to call the woman something.
Amanda it is.
   " All right, Amanda. I need a contact phone number, where I can call
if you pass the screening."
   The woman was hesitant, but gave Becky a number. Becky copied down
the number, and then continued.
   " Okay, I'm going to need you to take off your clothes."
   Becky had done a hundred of these screenings. Every woman reacted
differently. This one was nervous as hell, biting her lower lip in
apprehension, but she also seemed excited. If Becky could handle this
right, the woman would definitely be a good candidate.
   Presently, though, she wasn't making any move to take off her
clothes. Becky knew that she was going to have to slow down with this
one.
   " Am I going too fast for you ?"
   " Well, I, uh... I'm just a little nervous, and I wanted to know
what I would be expected to do in this group session. "
   " That's okay, " Becky assured her. " Just relax, and I'll explain
the whole thing while I do the physical examination. Don't worry. You
can back out at any time, just say the word. "
   That seemed to calm the woman somewhat. She still seemed reluctant
to take off her clothes, but Becky urged her along. The more the woman
took off, the more Becky liked what she saw. The woman had a good,
healthy body. Her skin was clear and pale, which was a nice contrast to
her dark locks of hair, and her pussy was well-trimmed.
   Everything about this woman said that she was classy; her posture,
her clothes, and her manner. The doctors would love it, Becky knew. She
had seen the videos of the meetings, and recalled that the men always
seemed to enjoy humiliating the classy ones more. She licked her lips
involuntarily, just thinking about what the doctors would do to this
one.
   " These are nice, " said Becky, raising one of her hands to the
woman's breasts. They weren't  very large, but they had a nice shape to
them. The woman made no effort to stop Becky from fondling her tits. In
fact, her nipples hardened under the receptionist's touch. Maybe this
one will be easier than I thought, Becky speculated.
   " Why don't you lay face down on the exam table, Amanda, while I set
up the video camera ?"
   That got the woman's attention.
   " Video...?"
   " Don't worry. If you decide to back out after the screening
session, I'll give you the tape. If you do decide to go ahead, my
clients will want to see the tape before they make a decision. "
   " Please, I don't want my face on tape. "
   Not an uncommon request, actually. Becky had a comeback for
everything.
   " All right. You just lay face down, and I'll set the camera up
behind you. As long as you don't look directly back at the camera, no
one will ever see your face. "
   Becky set the video camera on a tripod behind the woman. She looked
through the viewfinder, and centred the picture on the woman's shapely
ass. She hit the record button.
   " Okay, we're filming now. The first thing I need to do is get a
blood sample. We, of course, need to know that you are free of STD's.
Also, I can arrange birth control for you if you need it, because you
will be engaging in unprotected sex. "
   Becky noticed a little shudder go through the woman's body at the
mention of unprotected sex. God this woman was horny. Becky hoped that
the camera had picked it up. Just to be on the safe side, she re-
iterated.
   " Yes, there will be lots and lots of unprotected sex. "
   Again. a little shudder of excitement jolted through the woman's
body. Becky smiled and winked at the camera. Dr. Vichy was going to
love this tape.
   Becky drew some blood from the woman's arm, and then continued with
the screening.
   " Are you married, Amanda ?"
   A pause. Becky could see the ring on the woman's finger.
   " Yes."
   " Will you be telling your husband about this ?"
   " No. "
   Perfect. Her adultery would assure her silence.
   " Do you want to know what these men will do to you ?"
   " Yes... please."
   In fact, the woman was desperate to know. Becky could hear the
excitement in her voice.
   " Raise your ass for me. Spread your legs a bit. Give the camera a
good view of your ass and pussy. "
   The brunette on the exam table wiggled her ass into the air. She
wanted the answers so badly, she would do anything to please Becky.
   " A little more. Spread your knees and get your ass right in the
air. Arch your back. That's nice."
   Not a very ladylike position, but the camera had a perfect view of
the woman's now glistening pussy. Becky unfastened the buckle from her
belt, and pulled the thin leather strip free of her suit pants. She
made sure that the woman could see what she was doing.
   " Do you know what I'm going to do now ?"
   " No. "
   " I'm going to whip your ass with my belt. " The woman shuddered
again, but didn't say anything. Becky looped the belt in her hand, and
raised her arm. The woman's ass flinched in anticipation. Becky waited
a moment longer, and then brought the leather down on flesh. Not too
hard, yet. She didn't want to scare this woman off.
   " The men are going to whip you much harder than this. Do you want
that ?"
   " Yes. "
   Becky accentuated each sentence with a new crack of the belt.
   " They'll punish your ass until you beg for mercy. <crack> They'll
whip your ass, and legs, and pussy. <crack> The men will torture your
tits. <crack> Is that what you want ?"
   The woman was breathing so quickly that it took her a moment to
answer.
   " Oh yes. "
   Becky stopped the whipping. The woman's behind was just beginning to
redden from the punishment. That's enough, Becky told herself. Just
enough to give the woman a taste, but not enough to hurt her. The
doctors would do enough of that. She stood closer to the examining
table now, and picked up a tube of lubricant. She applied just a dab to
the end of one of her fingers.
   The woman's ass cheeks contracted when Becky smeared the cool gel
onto her target.
   " I'm going to play with your ass hole now. The men will want to do
the nastiest things to your ass. "
   She slipped a finger inside. Nice and tight.
   " Have you ever been fucked in the ass before ?"
   " No."
   " Never ? Oh, they'll fuck your ass good then. Do you like my finger
in there ?"
   She already knew the answer. The woman was grinding her ass against
Becky's hand. The woman was too embarrassed to speak.
   " Answer me, Amanda."
   " Yes, I like your finger in my ass. "
   Becky slipped a second finger into the tight hole.
   " I want to see you reach back now, Amanda, and masturbate for me.
Give a good show for the camera. When my clients see this, I want them
to know what a hot little slut you are. "
   The brunette  reached one of her hands back between her spread legs,
and began to stroke her pussy furiously. Becky continued to work her
fingers into the woman's ass. This was going to be a great video, and
she wanted to finish with a bang.
   " Do you want to be a slut for these men ?"
   " Yes. "
   " Tell them how much you want to be their fuck-toy. Say it loud
enough for the camera."
   " Oh god, I'm a whore...I want to suck their cocks... I want them to
whip me and abuse me... I want them to fuck my ass... please... oh,
god... hurt me... humiliate me... cum on me... oh fuck... I'm
cumming..."
   Her hips bucked wildly up and down, and Becky could feel the woman's
ass muscles contracting rhythmically around her fingers. This one was
really out of control. Becky was certain that the camera would pick up
the sound of the woman's high-pitched squealing, and would have a great
view of the way her juices were running freely over her fingers and
down her arm. She was riding this orgasm for all it was worth, and went
on for a full minute before collapsing forward from exhaustion.
   Becky pulled her fingers free, and walked over to the tripod where
the camera was still rolling. She detached the camera, and took a final
close-up of the woman on the exam table. Her hand was still buried in
her crotch, and her legs were just slightly spread. Her body jerked a
couple of times involuntarily as she recovered from the orgasm. Becky
knew that the doctors would like this one. Dr. Vichy would definitely
give her a bonus for finding this woman.

   Dr. Tremblay was so ashamed. She had allowed a nasty streak of
sexual curiosity to overwhelm her judgement, and she couldn't believe
what she had done. When the receptionist turned off the video camera
and left the room, Roxanne was so embarrassed that she had hurriedly
dressed herself, and left the office without even pausing to ask for
the video.
   The smug look the receptionist had given her when she emerged from
the exam room still lingered in her head. Roxanne couldn't believe that
she had allowed a girl who was hardly over twenty, and a mere
receptionist, to see her that way. The way the girl looked at her was
unbearably cocky. Roxanne just blushed and left Dr. Vichy's office as
quickly as possible.
   Roxanne wanted more than anything to go back there and beg for the
video, but she couldn't face that girl again. It was too much. She just
wanted to forget that it had happened.
   But the fact that the video existed wouldn't allow her to forget.
   She couldn't stand the thought that the male surgeons would be
watching that video. They would see every detail of her body, displayed
lewdly at the commands of the receptionist. They would see the way that
she stuck her ass up in the air for all to see, and the way that the
receptionist had spanked it with her belt. Anyone who watched it would
surely be able to see how her body had quivered with excitement.
   They would see the way the receptionist had toyed with her rear
hole, and the shameful way that she had pushed her ass back to meet the
intruding fingers. Then there were those final, slutty declarations she
had made, while she rubbed her fingers across her dripping pussy. The
male surgeons would all watch that video, and maybe they would jerk off
to it, imagining the things they would do to the slut.
   Slut. She cringed at the word.
   But it seemed so right. Even now, while her face burned in shame
just thinking about the video, her pussy throbbed with lust.
   At least they couldn't see her face, she told herself. She hoped
that her voice wasn't too recognizable either. There was still a chance
that no one would find out. No one had to know. The phone number that
she gave the receptionist was to her personal pager, and a quick call
to the pager company confirmed that they wouldn't reveal her identity
to any caller.
   If she could just keep her cool, she still might be able to walk
away from this thing.
   She masturbated three times that evening, and checked her pager the
same amount of times.

   A week later, Roxanne was feeling a little better about everything.
The male surgeons didn't seem to treat her any different. She was
beginning to think that they hadn't even seen the video. That was a
comforting thought. The fact that her personal pager had been silent in
the few days following the video session had calmed her nerves quite a
lot.
   She still masturbated every day, her mind filled with imaginings
about the kinds of things that happened at the Thursday night meetings.
Roxanne's visit with the receptionist had only intensified the
fantasies. A part of her even imagined having another session with the
smug receptionist, but she cast those thoughts aside quickly.
   All in all, she had come through it quite well.
   Until her pager went of on Thursday morning, that is.
   Her heart was in her throat. All of the shameful feelings of the
previous week flooded back to her. The number was for Dr. Vichy's
office. Despite the many times that she had convinced herself that
there was no possible way that she could go through with it, Roxanne
found herself itching to return the call. She almost got through an
hour before giving in to the temptation.
   " Dr. Vichy's office, " the cheerful voice answered.
   " Hi, this is Amanda. "
   " Oh, great, " the girl said. " I was beginning to think that you
wouldn't be available. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. It
takes us a little while to distribute the copies of the tape to all of
the participants."
   Oh god, Roxanne thought to herself. They've all seen it.
   " Anyhow, " the receptionist continued, "the guys are quite excited
about the upcoming meeting. I hope tonight isn't too soon. I hear they
have some very special plans for you. "
   " Special plans ?" Her voice was almost a whisper.
   " Oh yes, they liked what they saw on the tape, and they have all
sorts of naughty thoughts. Can you come by the office around seven ?
I'll prepare you here, and then bring you to the meeting. "
   " Okay. " The answer slipped out almost automatically. Roxanne felt
like she was still on the exam table, like she would say almost
anything to please the receptionist.
   " All right, Amanda. I'll see you tonight. "
   Her chest was pounding with anxiety. What had she just done ?

   Becky made the woman wait this time while she finished her
paperwork. The woman had arrived early at the office. She looked
positively frightened. Becky couldn't wait to see what the doctors
would do to her.
   When she was finished with the daily paperwork, the receptionist
brought the woman into the examination room.
   " Take off your clothes, " she commanded. There would be no pussy-
footing around tonight. Both women knew what they were here for. The
woman stripped down.
   " There's a washroom behind that door. I want you to go in and give
yourself an enema. Everything you'll need is in there. Make sure your
ass is a good clean fuck. Then take a shower. These guys want you well
scrubbed."
   Becky waited outside the door while she the woman cleaned up. It
took her quite a while to finish. When she came out, her skin was a
light pink from the scrubbing.
   " Good. Now hop up on the table. It's shaving time. "
   It was a beautiful sight, this freshly scrubbed woman, sitting on
the edge of the table, just waiting for Becky to shave her pussy. The
woman spread her legs so eagerly. Becky wondered how she would explain
it to her husband. No matter, she lathered up the woman's crotch and
inner thighs, and began to scrape away the dark hair from her pussy.
   Becky was careful to remove every bit of hair, as the doctors had
been quite particular in their instructions. When she was done, she
rinsed and dried the woman's pussy, and ran her hand across it to make
certain it was smooth. The woman gasped at the touch. Becky could see
that she was already quite wet from arousal.
   "My my, you are a hot little slut tonight, " she taunted. She could
see the embarrassment in the other woman's face. " Don't worry. Before
long, they'll be doing the most indecent things to you. "
   The doctors had left a list of preparations, and Becky followed them
to the letter. She braided the woman's hair into two pony-tails, tied
with little pink ribbons. Cute. She dusted the brunette's body with
baby powder. They were going for the schoolgirl look tonight.
   " On your knees, like before, " Becky commanded. She could see the
woman quivering with anticipation as she assumed the familiar position,
with her ass stuck in the air.
   Again, Becky lubricated the woman's ass, but this time, she finished
by inserting a small butt-plug. It too, was pink, and had a little
ribbon attached to the end. For her mouth, it was a long cock-gag. The
woman had a hard time getting it down her throat without choking, but
Becky was relentless. When it was all the way in, she looped the
leather strap around the schoolgirl's face, and buckled it behind her
head, just below the ponytails.
   " Good, now for your costume."
   Simple stuff. White knee socks, tiny little pink panties, and a
training bra started things off. Then there was the genuine schoolgirl
kilt and a starched white blouse. Becky laced on a pair of black
leather shoes. Adorable. The guys were really going to like this.
   Last, but not least, Becky tied the schoolgirl's wrists together in
front of her with a leather strap which served not only to restrain her
arms, but was wrapped around a bundle of school books, which hung below
her hands.
   Becky helped the woman down from the examining table.
   " Come on, little missy. We don't want to keep the gentlemen
waiting. "

   The car pulled up to the front of the house. Roxanne could barely
breathe, and it wasn't just because a rubber cock was lodged down her
throat. She was really beginning to panic now. Up to this point,
everything seemed unreal to her. In a few minutes, though, there would
be no going back. Once her colleagues saw her come into the room like
this, dressed in a silly schoolgirl outfit, with a cock-gag stuffed
down her throat, no one would ever look at her the same way again.
   After she walked into that room, and they knew that she was the slut
from the video, begging to be used like a whore, she would never be
able to command their respect. After they stripped off the tiny little
pink panties, and saw the butt-plug with the cute little pink ribbon,
and saw her shaved pussy glistening with arousal, these men would never
again take her seriously.
   " Are you ready ?" asked the receptionist. " You'll have to walk the
rest of the way alone. Follow the stone path on your right around back
of the house. There will be a light on over the back door."
   On unsteady feet, Dr. Tremblay walked the cobble-stone path. With
every step, she thought of a new reason why she shouldn't go through
with this, nonetheless, her pussy throbbed in anticipation. It ached
for that initial moment of humiliation when all of her colleagues would
see her walk in to the room, ready to be used.
   Just as the receptionist had described there was a light on above
the back door. She stood there, puzzled for a moment at how she would
knock on the door with her hands tied in front of her. Finally, she
noticed the button for the doorbell, and pressed it with her nose.
   The door was opened a butler, who was also balancing a tray of
drinks in one hand.
   " Please come in, miss. The guests are expecting you. "
   She stepped through the back door and followed the butler down the
hall. Through an open door at the end of the hall, she could hear the
men drinking, talking and laughing. It was too late to turn back now,
she reminded herself.
   Roxanne rounded the corner, and took her first steps into the room.
It was the moment that she had anticipated. The surgeons cheered and
laughed as their prize entered the room. She couldn't look at any of
them. Her body was shaking with excitement. She just bowed her head,
and waited for someone, anyone, to tell her what to do.
   " Well, well, well, " it was the voice of Dr. Vichy. " This settles
quite a few wagers. You see, Dr. Tremblay, several of our members
thought that they recognized you from the video, but no one was quite
sure if it was you. I, for one, would never have believed that the most
dignified Roxanne Tremblay could be the very same woman as the hot
little slut on the video. It was quite a performance, really. I think
the lady deserves a round of applause, don't you, gentlemen ? "
   He led the men in a to a short round of applause. She blushed at the
attention.
   " Normally, I would offer a visiting surgeon a drink or two, and the
hospitality of the house, but I'll have to make an exception here. She
has come here to be fucked and abused, and I'm sure we can oblige her.
I see no reason to treat her any differently than any of the other
filthy whores who come here every week. "
   This brought another round of cheers, this one spontaneous. Roxanne
was mortified, but also excited by Dr. Vichy's comments.
   " Now, slut, why don't you give us all another view of that
beautiful ass. Get on your knees in front of the fireplace, and bend
forward. "
   Roxanne had to look around the room to find the fireplace. For the
first time, she saw who these men were. There were slightly over a
dozen of them, all members of the hospital staff. Not all were
surgeons, but most of these men she had worked with at one time or
another. The room was large, and was centred around a large fireplace
in one wall. She stepped forward and moved through the men towards her
spot in front of the fire.
   Roxanne imagined what a sight she must be, with her little bundle of
books strapped around her hands, and the cute little ribbons in her
hair. As she passed by them, the hands of the surgeons roamed all over
her body. Some grabbed her tits, others pulled on her ponytails, and
yet others explored under her skirt. She also noticed that some of the
men had already pulled their cocks out, and were stroking themselves.
One of the men had a video camera, and was filming the action.
   Finally, she reached her destination, and dropped down onto her
knees obediently. She knew that all eyes were on her as she bent
forward and stuck her ass in the air. The skirt was short, and rode up
to give the men behind her a good view of her behind. With her hands
tied in front of her, she had no choice but to lower her chest and face
all the way to the floor.
   " Very nice, " said the host of the party, " I think I'll give some
colour to that palette. "
   He flipped up the edge of her skirt with a wooden yard stick. The
stick must be a part of the schoolgirl theme, Roxanne guessed. Her ass
felt so exposed, with just the tiny little pink panties to cover her.
   " Nnnng, " she cried into the gag, when the first blow came. A
moment later, she could hear the narrow stick cut through the air for a
second time.
   " Mmmm, nnng, " she tried to cry out again. She would never have
guessed that the ruler could hurt so badly. When it came down again,
she squirmed her ass to try to avoid the blow. That only incited him to
hit her doubly hard with the next blow.
   She could feel the flesh of her ass and the back of her thighs
swelling in pain. The men were really enjoying this, and cheered the
doctor on. The host of the party landed blow after blow on her
sensitive rear end. Just when Roxanne thought she couldn't take it any
more, the beating stopped.
   " All right now, it's time for this bitch to have her ass fucked.
Normally, I'd do the honours myself, but since you know her best,
Randal, I'll give you the first crack at her. "
   Roxanne cringed when she heard the name of Randal Smythe, who worked
in her own department. He was well known for his advances on the female
members of the staff, and had even propositioned Roxanne on one
occasion. She had turned him down, citing her marriage vows. Now, here
she was, with her ass in the air, waiting for him to fuck her in front
of the surgical staff.
   He was behind her. He grabbed a hand full of the sore flesh of her
ass, and squeezed it until she yelped into her gag.
   " This is gonna be sweet, " he said, as he wrapped his hand around
the waistband of the cute little pink panties. He tugged them down to
her knees.
   " Isn't this nice ? She gift wrapped it for me, " Randal sneered.
The group of surgeons laughed as he pulled on the little pink ribbon,
and the lubricated butt-plug popped out of her ass.
    She could feel the heat of his tool as he pushed it up against her
virgin hole. He paused. Was he teasing her ?
   " Take the gag out of her mouth, " he told one of his friends. " I
want to hear her beg for it. "
   Someone unbuckled the strap from around her head. The saliva-covered
rubber cock slid out from her throat. He still waited behind her, with
his cock poised to enter her ass.
   " Please..." she said quietly.
   He still didn't move.
   " Please, " she repeated, this time louder. " Please... fuck my ass.
"
   He was beginning to push into her now. Even after being stretched by
the butt-plug, her ass felt much too tight to accommodate his penis.
The pain and discomfort only added to her humiliation as Roxanne
continued to beg for it.
   " Oh god, unghh... it hurts... oh, please... push it into me...
aaaah... fuck my ass with it... use my ass. "
   The surrounding surgeons were much amused by her proclamations.
Nonetheless, one of the guys thought he had a better use for her mouth.
He untied her wrists beneath her, and hoisted her front end up so that
she was on her hands and knees.
   " Here's a little appetiser, " the unknown man told her. He pushed
his cock up against her lips. She swallowed it whole, allowing the
human flesh to push down her throat where the rubber phallus had
rested. He groaned with delight.
   Randal's cock was almost fully buried in her ass now. With a final
painful thrust, she felt his balls slap up against her pussy.
   " Oh yeah, I knew that you'd be a good fuck. Your ass is so tight, I
can hardly move. "
   He began to slowly hump her ass now. The sensation was so intense
that Roxanne almost forgot about the cock that was sliding in and out
of her throat. She began to push her ass back to meet his thrusts. The
pain was delightful.
   The other men cheered as the two doctors impaled Roxanne, one from
each end. Randal held her roughly by the hips as he slammed his cock
into her bowels. The other man held Roxanne by the ponytails, and
fucked her mouth slowly.
   " Oh, yeah, bitch, " Randal continued, as he increased the tempo.
She could tell by the way his body was moving that he was close to
orgasm. " You act so clean and proper, but now we can all see you for
what you are. You're just a slut. I'm gonna give you my cum now, bitch.
Ungh... take it, you slut. "
   She groaned along with him as he loaded her ass full of his cum. She
was sure that her face glowed red from the shame of his words, but her
body was proving him right. Her tight hole squeezed his cock as he
pulled it out, and her pussy was quivering.
   Roxanne turned her attention to the cock in her mouth, and was only
vaguely aware of the man with the video camera walking around behind
her to get a close-up shot of her creamy rear hole.
   " Stay on this shot for a moment, " Dr. Vichy told the cameraman.
>From the side of the fireplace, he produced a poker, and used it to
stir the embers of the fire. When he removed the hot instrument from
the fire, he used it for a less benign purpose. He poked the hot metal
against the brunette's exposed upper thigh.
   " Aaay-anng..." she howled against the cock in her throat.
   The head of surgery was careful not to let the poker burn too long,
but as soon as he removed the cruel instrument from one thigh, he
turned it in his hand, and placed it against her other.
   The man who had his cock in Roxanne's mouth clearly enjoyed the
stimulation of her jerking forward and trying to scream from the pain.
His hips began to buck wildly, and a moment later, Roxanne could taste
his hot fluid filling the back of her throat.
   Then, suddenly, she was left alone and empty. The cock popped free
from her mouth, and the hot metal was gone from behind. She was left
there, on her hands and knees, breathing heavily, with cum dribbling
from both ends. A little tremor of lust shook through her body as she
looked up to see who would use her body next.
   " Did you like that little taste of sperm ?" asked Dr. Vichy. The
cameraman moved around front of her now, to catch her responses.
   " Yes. "
   " Would you like some more ?"
   " Oh god, yes... please."
   " Please what ?"
   It was so embarrassing. They were going to make her beg for
everything.
   " Please give me sperm... cum in my mouth... I want to taste it."
   " Luckily, we'll be able to fulfil your request in a most dramatic
fashion. One of our guests is in charge of the fertility clinic at the
hospital. When he tests men for fertility, they provide sperm samples.
When he is done with these samples, he is supposed to dispose of them.
Tonight, you will be of extra service to the hospital, and help us to
dispose of these wastes. "
   Disgust rose in Roxanne's stomach. They couldn't possibly expect her
to swallow the leftover sperm from the fertility clinic, could they ?
   " In all, he was able to spirit away over fifty of the samples,
which he has thoughtfully warmed up for your consumption. Now we're
going to have some fun with your tits while you beg for us to feed you
the results of his labours. Kindly open your top for us. "
   Roxanne rose to a kneeling position and nervously began to unbutton
the blouse. The men whistled as she pulled off the garment, revealing
the tightly fitting training bra beneath. Her skirt fell back down into
position, covering her abused ass.
   " The bra too, " Dr. Vichy told her.
   She reached behind, and unfastened the bra, giving the men their
first view of her breasts. One of the men walked around behind her, and
tied her hands behind her back, forcing her to display the mounds more
fully.
   " Doctors Anderson and Blair, would you like to take care of her
tits ?"
   The two men were quite eager. Roxanne knew them as the cardiac
specialists, each over fifty years old. While they took position at
either side of her, another man approached, holding a china bowl.
Roxanne could only assume that he was the fertility specialist, and she
shuddered to think of the contents of the bowl.
   At first the two cardiologists were gentle with the breasts,
kneading the soft flesh, and circling her hard little nipples with
their fingers. The feelings were pleasant, but her mind was more on the
man in front of her. He scooped a silver spoon into the bowl.
   " Open wide, " he told her, as if talking to a small child.
   She hesitated. The thought of the re-warmed sperm revolted her.
   " Ayaah..." she cried out, as one of the heart surgeons pinched her
right nipple cruelly. Her cry was cut short, as the doctor in front of
her took the opportunity to scoop a mouthful of the semen from the bowl
into her open mouth.
   She choked the thick fluid down her throat, trying not to think of
the source. The taste of sex coated her mouth and throat. The cameraman
was getting a close-up view of her utter humiliation. Her mind flashed
on what it would look like on the video, with a man spoon feeding her a
bowl of re-warmed jizz. God, how could such a thing make her horny ?
   " Ready for more ?"
   " Yes, " she said quietly. Her pussy throbbed.
   Ready or not, another spoonful of the goo was deposited into her
mouth. This time, she closed her lips around the spoon, and swallowed
the cum almost eagerly. She could hear her audience laughing and
cheering as she smacked her lips, and opened her mouth anxiously for
another helping.
   The two cardiologists began to torture her breasts in earnest now.
They produced some wooden clothes pegs, which they began to clamp onto
her sensitive nipples.
   " Do you want some more ?"
   " Yes." Roxanne tried to ignore the increasing pain on her breasts.
   " Beg for it."
   She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She wasn't certain if
it was from the pain in her body, or the shame of the words that were
forming in her head.
   " Please... give me some sperm... I want to taste it... I want to
swallow it all... oh, god, let me drink it..."
   Spoonful after spoonful of the warm semen  was spooned into her
mouth as she begged for more. The more she degraded herself, the more
she craved the abuse. The two cardiologists continued to twist and pull
on her little tits, much to the delight of the crowd.
   " Oh god, give me more... I want your cum... spoon it into me."
   The doctor was all to eager to fulfil her requests. He spooned the
jizz so quickly, that he often missed her mouth altogether, depositing
the thick warm fluid onto her cheeks and chin. It streamed down her
face and neck, and onto her tortured breasts.
   " Nnnng... more, " she begged, as the bowl slowly emptied.
   He stopped spooning. Roxanne held her mouth open, her body shaking
with lust. He brought the entire bowl forward, and rested the rim on
her bottom lip. She knew what was coming, and let out a little moan. He
tipped his edge up the bowl upwards, pouring the remaining sperm into
the open cavity of her mouth.
   The thick white goo flooded Roxanne mouth. Her depravity had brought
her this far, and now she was wallowing in it. She slurped the contents
of the bowl down her throat as quickly as the man could pour it. Wide
streams of the stuff escaped from the corners of her mouth.
   " Please..." she whined, as the supply stopped. The whole lower half
of her face was covered now. Her lips were strung together with ropes
of the jizz.
   The doctor placed the bowl on the floor. All that remained was the
thick residue of  the warm fluid, collecting in the bottom of the bowl.
   Roxanne didn't pause. She bent forwards to reach the bowl with her
mouth. To the amusement of the spectators, she placed her face into the
bowl, and began to lick and slurp up the residue, like a dog finishing
its dinner.
   The men let loose on her then, no longer waiting for instructions
from Dr. Vichy. She could feel someone removing her skirt, while she
lapped up the remaining semen from the bowl. And then, finally, someone
had his cock in her pussy. She didn't care who it was. She just grunted
in delight when he sunk his tool into her wet passage.
   She came instantly. Her whole body quivered with the feeling.
   When he came, he was replaced by another. And then another.
   The men came and went. Sometimes they fucked her shaved pussy, other
times they took her ass. Only a couple of the guys wanted to use her
sloppy mouth, after her face was so thickly coated with cum.
   Further into the evening, they returned to beating her body with
various tools. She didn't care. She let the pleasure and pain wash over
her. All she cared about was the humiliation. About being used. Abused.
   In the end, when her body could take no more, she drifted into the
darkness.

   It was over a week later, but some of the bruises had not yet
healed. Even as Roxanne Tremblay sat in the restaurant with her friend,
Shelly Pascal, she shifted uncomfortably in the chair. While the
physical wounds had begun the process of healing, the damage to
Roxanne's career just kept on getting worse. Roxanne was on the verge
of tears.
   " I don't know what to do, Shelly. I know I got myself into this
mess, but it isn't fair that I should pay such a high price. "
   " Come, come, dear. It can't be as bad as you think. "
   " But it is. Lawrence has filed for divorce. We were already heavily
in debt from our student loans. After the legal bills, there won't be
anything left. "
   Shelly held her friend's had from across the table.
   " I can't work here anymore. Those bastards released a portion of
the video to the administration. Of course, they covered their own
identities. The disciplinary committee is meeting this afternoon. I
just know that they'll ask me to resign."
   " And will you ?"
   Roxanne paused.
   " I can't even face them. Once they've seen the video, it's all over
for me. "
   " What will you do ?"
   She let out another sob, and wiped the tears away from her eyes.
   " I don't know. I'm screwed. I can't afford to pick up and tour the
country, looking for a hospital that will hire me. Even if I found a
hospital that would overlook my resignation, how long would it be
before the rumours caught up with me ? Everyone knows everyone. It
wouldn't be long before I was forced out. "
   Shelly squeezed Roxanne's hand sympathetically.
   " Oh my god, " Dr. Tremblay continued, " I can't afford this right
now. I can't afford to be out of work. What in the world will I do ?"
   The two women sat in silence for a full minute.
   " Well..." started Shelly, and then she paused again.
   " What ?"
   " No, it wouldn't work out."
   " What ? Please Shelly... anything."
   The desperation was apparent in her voice.
   " Well, you know that I've been thinking of leaving the hospital for
some time now, to go into private practice. In my speciality, there's
good money to be made. "
   It was true. A plastic surgeon could make a fortune in private
practice. Roxanne's heart swelled a bit. Would Shelly be able to help
her financially ?
   " It won't be long now before I open the clinic. I've kept it quiet,
but I'll probably have the doors open in less than a month. "
   " And..." Roxanne pressed.
   " Well, I could always use a good receptionist."