Part Three
"Come out Audrey, or I'll come in and drag you out!" Sonya’s voice echoed in her suite.
Gritting my teeth I smoothed out the fabric of my dress before opening the bathroom door and stepped out, my legs were still wobbly from the previous night's escapades, but I managed. I had just finished dressing in the tight, low cut white nurse's dress that I had been provided. The dress barely contained my breasts and the skirt was so short it barely covered my red panties no matter how much I tugged the thing down. The white thigh high nylon stockings and the white ankle strap stilettos made me feel like a doll dressed for a twisted game of doctor. Sonya had done my makeup earlier and painted my nails a vibrant red, the same color as my lipstick which made me feel like a maneater. The final touch was a white nurses hat, which when perched precariously on my head completed the ensemble.
Sonya’s eyes lit up when she saw me step out, "Perfect," she exclaimed, her eyes raking over my body with a hunger that made my stomach turn. "Now, let's get started."
Knowing the routine by now, I sighed before turning around and presented my wrists behind my back for Sonya to bind. Sonya’s eyes glittered as she wrapped rope around my wrists, pulling them tightly together before cinching a knot between them with a flourish. "You're becoming quite the pro at this," she murmured, her voice low and teasing as she tugged at the ropes. "But we can't have you getting too comfortable, can we?"
"You don't know the meaning of the word 'comfortable,'" I spat, my voice low, trying to hide my trembling. Sonya’s smile grew, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in my words. With a swift motion, Sonya wrapped a noose around my neck to use as a makeshift leash, pulling me along behind her as we left the suite.
The mansion's cold, hard floors felt unforgiving under the spiked heels of my white stilettos, the only sound the click-clack of our steps echoing through the grand hallways as we walked. Following close behind I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering up and down her curvy figure. Sonya’s outfit was of course meticulously chosen, a playful twist on the typical nurse's attire. The dress she had picked out for herself was a scandalously revealing version of the classic ensemble. It was made of a shiny, pink latex-like material that hugged her curves like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Pink calf-length stiletto boots with platform soles clicked rhythmically against the gleaming marble floors of the mansion as Sonya strutted ahead of me, her hips swaying in a deliberate, mesmerizing fashion. Her legs looked endless, encased in the tight latex stockings that ended mid-thigh, leaving a tantalizing gap before the hem of her skirt began. A tight half corset cinched her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure and pushing her generous breasts upward until they threatened to spill over the top of the low-cut dress.
The pink leather wrist cuffs she wore were more fashion than function, a contrast to the rough rope that bound my wrists. Overall Sonya’s attire was a blend of dominatrix and nurse, a twisted amalgamation of authority and sexuality that sent shivers down my spine. Despite the fear that coiled in my gut, I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of excitement, my body responding to the power dynamics at play.
Sonya led me into the studio, where I was greeted by the sight of a room that had been transformed into something resembling a doctor's exam room from some twisted pornographic fantasy. The prop walls were painted a stark white, the lighting was harsh and clinical, and the smell of antiseptic filled the air. In the center of the room stood an exam table, the cold steel gleaming under the bright lights. There was a tray of medical instruments next to it, each one more intimidating than the last. My stomach lurched at the sight of them, knowing full well what they were intended for.
What I wasn't expecting was a strange man wearing a doctor's coat to be sitting in the corner of the room, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he watched us enter. "Ah, Dr. Moore, I see you're ready to observe your commissioned masterpiece," Sonya said, her voice dripping with sugar. The man nodded, his eyes never leaving me as I was led over to the table.
This was a first, I had never had an audience before, and I couldn’t help feeling a mix of fear and embarrassment creeping through me. I had been forced to become Sonya’s canvas, a living doll to be posed and played with as she saw fit. Gustav and Fredricks had always been there, but they had never shown any interest beyond carrying out Sonya’s orders. This man, however, was different. His eyes were hungry, devouring my every movement.
The doctor's average physique was not what one would expect from a man who could afford Sonya’s expensive services. His black hair was cropped short, with a neat goatee that had begun to gray at the edges, giving him a distinguished appearance. His eyes were a piercing blue, sharp and focused as they raked over my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. He wore a crisp white dress shirt and black slacks, the contrast setting him apart from Sonya’s playful nurse's outfit. The lab coat he had donned was a size too big, swamping his frame and giving him an air of authority.
Overall he looked like your average friendly doctor, the kind you might find at a local clinic, but if he was here and engaging Sonya’s services, he was anything but average. His gaze at first glance looked warm and inviting, but the glint of sadism in his eyes was undeniable.
"Oh yes, I've been eagerly waiting," Dr. Moore said, his eyes never leaving my trembling form.
Sonya gave the noose a little tug, "Don't be rude, Audrey," she scolded playfully. "This is Dr. Moore, he's paid an exorbitant amount for our services and the least you can do is make him feel welcome."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight against the rope. "Hello," I managed to croak out, my voice hoarse from the previous night's screams. Dr. Moore nodded in my direction, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Dr. Moore I must apologize on behalf of my 'nurse in training' here," Sonya said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Audrey here can be a bit...unruly."
"That's quite alright Sone, I wouldn't be here if cooperation was what I was expecting," Dr. Moore replied, his voice a smooth baritone that sent chills down my spine. He rose from his chair, his movements fluid and precise, as if every gesture was calculated to intimidate. "She is quite lovely and you were right, despite that nervous tremble she has that look of defiance in her eyes that I adore."
Sonya looked off put at the name 'Sone' but recovered quickly, "Thank you, Dr. Moore. Now, you've already paid in advance for three scenes, have you decided on the scenario for each?"
Dr. Moore’s smile widened, "Indeed, I have," he said, and with a flourish, he handed Sonya a clipboard.
My eyes flickered to the clipboard, my heart racing as I tried to read the words upside down. The list must be a detailed set of instructions, a roadmap to my humiliation and pain. Sonya’s smile grew, a clear sign that she was enjoying the power play. "You know the drill, Audrey," she says, her voice low and seductive. "You're here to serve me and by extension the client's desires, and I'm here to make sure you perform to the best of your ability."
My eyes flicked from Sonya to the clipboard and back again, my pulse thumped as I tried to prepare myself for the horrors that awaited me. Sonya took the clipboard, her eyes scanning the page with an eagerness that made my stomach churn.
"Dr. Moore please return to the viewing area," Sonya instructed, her voice a mix of sweetness and steel. "We'll begin when I've had a chance to review the...details of your scenarios."
The doctor nodded, his eyes never leaving me as he returned to a director's chair in the corner of the room and took his seat once more, his fingers drumming a silent tune on the armrest of the chair. Sonya’s eyes remained fixed on the clipboard, her expression unreadable.
"Now, Audrey," Sonya began, her voice as smooth as silk, "For the first scene, I need you to be...cooperative. You're going to be untied, but remember, this is all still a part of the performance. You're still mine, and you're going to act like it...or else."
Gritting my teeth, I gave the barest of nods. Sonya’s smile bloomed as she spun me around and began loosening the ropes. The relief from the tight binds was almost as overwhelming as the fear of what was to come. As the ropes fell away, Sonya leaned in close and whispered, "Remember, this is for the camera, but it's also for you. I know you enjoy the pain."
"Never." I murmured as I rubbed at my wrists.
Watching Sonya walk away to grab the camera, the brief moment of respite washed over me like a cool breeze in the stifling room. I eyed the open door to the studio, the tantalizing promise of freedom just a few steps away. But the cold reality of my situation slapped me back into place. Fredricks, the ever-watchful sentinel, was posted outside the door, his arms folded across his chest like a human barricade. The sprawling estate that surrounded us was vast and unfamiliar, a labyrinth of hedges and high walls that I’d never dared to hope to navigate. If that weren't enough, the ankle straps of the ridiculously high white stilettos I’d been forced into would keep me from kicking off my heels and running even if I did decide to bolt.
"Alright Audrey, I want you to lean against that exam table, pick up that clipboard and feign looking over a patient's chart." Sonya’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I obeyed, my heart racing. The doctor's eyes followed my every move as I pretended to read over the blank page of the clipboard, my body stiff with tension.
Sonya took a few shots before she stepped back and raised her camera again, "Okay Audrey now, face away from the table and pull one knee up, heel flat against the side of the table." The order was given with a softness that didn't match the harshness of the action. I complied, feeling the fabric of my short skirt ride up even further, nearly exposing my red panties.
The camera's shutter clicked rhythmically as Sonya began snapping photos, her eyes never leaving the viewfinder. She circled me, her movements deliberate and precise, as if capturing the most intimate details of her subject. The doctor watched from his chair, his eyes feasting on the sight of my legs angled at just the right height to showcase the lace of my stockings. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I could see his anticipation growing.
"Excellent, now stand with your knees bent inwardly slightly while biting that pen," Sonya ordered while motioning with her camera. The cool plastic of the pen slid between my teeth as I bent my knees, feeling the fabric of my panties stretch and the pressure build in my core. I knew the pose was meant to be both innocent and seductive, a twisted mix that played into the hands of the doctor's sick fantasy.
Sonya snapped away, the sound of the camera's shutter echoing in the stark room. "Now, let's get into the third pose," she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Rest your forearms on the exam table, and lean forward slightly, good now stick out your ass but keep your skirt down."
My face flushed with embarrassment as I complied, feeling the cool steel of the table against my bare skin. I knew this pose would leave nothing to the imagination, that it was designed to showcase every inch of my assets in a seductive display. The doctor's eyes grew wider as he took in the sight of me bent over, my forearms trembling with the effort of holding myself up. Sonya’s voice grew softer, almost soothing, as she directed me to arch my back and tilt my head to the side, a position that would make any sane person feel degraded and exposed.
More clicks from the camera filled the air as Sonya captured the moment, her eyes flicking between my exposed body and the doctor's eager gaze. "Perfect," Sonya murmured, a hint of pride in her voice. "Now, for the pièce de résistance," she announced, setting the camera aside to select an instrument from the tray and handing it to Fredricks, who walked in my direction.
Sonya held the camera up ready to take another shot when she snapped her fingers. Fredricks stood just out of frame and my eyes grew impossibly wide as he aimed a revolver at me, cocking the hammer back with a loud click that echoed through the room. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the reality of the situation hit me like a sledgehammer.
Was I about to star in a snuff film? The thought sent a cold shockwave through my body, freezing me in place. Had Sonya abducted other women only to end their lives for some sicko's twisted pleasure? Was I next? My eyes darted to the doctor, looking for any sign of hesitation or remorse in his gaze, but all I found was a twisted excitement that matched Sonya’s own.
My expression was no doubt a mask of terror, my eyes darting between Sonya and the gun-wielding Fredricks. I couldn't believe what was happening. Was this really the end?
*Flash*
The bright light from the camera's flash pierced the room, breaking the tension like a shard of glass. Sonya stepped back, admiring her work. "Flawless," she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Now, for the next scene. Dr. Moore, if you would be so kind as to join us."
The doctor stood, his eyes still locked on me. He took his time, savoring the moment as he approached the exam table. "How may I assist?" he asked, his voice a velvety purr. Sonya’s smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"I need your coat, Dr. Moore," she said, her voice a seductive purr.
The doctor's eyes narrowed, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. He'd obviously been hoping for more than just his attire to be involved in the next part of the scene. I breathed a sigh of relief as he peeled off the lab coat with a dramatic flourish.
"Why of course, happy to be of service," Dr. Moore said, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he handed over the lab coat. Sonya took it with a smile, her eyes gleaming as she handed the coat to Fredricks.
My eyes remained on the doctor as he made his way back to his chair, his gaze lingering on my body, his intentions unmistakable. His smile was kind, almost like that of a benevolent uncle, but the hunger in his eyes told a different story. As he settled back into his seat, I allowed myself a brief moment of relief, my heart still hammering in my chest from the terror of having a gun pointed at me.
Too distracted by Dr. Moore reclaiming his seat with a smug smile, I didn't see the subtle exchange between Sonya and Fredricks as he put on the lab coat. Before I could even process the change, a firm hand shoved me forward, sending me stumbling toward the cold steel of the exam table. I barely had time to brace myself before my cheek was pressed against it, the cool metal biting into my skin.
I let out a shocked yelp as the sound of a camera shutter rang out, capturing the moment of my forced submission. Sonya’s voice was cool and collected, which contrasted to the chaotic storm of fear and confusion raging in my head. "Fredricks, if you could be a dear and secure her wrists behind her back...oh and make it extra tight."
Fredricks's grip was unyielding, his hands wrapping around my wrists with a firmness that brooked no argument. The rope bit into my skin as he pulled my arms back, the rough material scraping against my delicate flesh. I squirmed and grimaced, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the awkward position, but his grip was unrelenting. Sonya’s eyes were a blue flame as she snapped photograph after photograph, moving in closer with each shot, the camera lens practically touching my face.
My eyes flicked to Dr. Moore hoping that witnessing Sonya’s 'process' would elicit some kind of human response, but all I saw was a growing bulge in his pants and a disturbing glint in his eyes. It was clear that I was nothing but a living prop to him, a means to an end for his depraved desires.
"Wonderful job...now gag her if you would," Sonya instructed, her tone as casual as if she were asking for a cup of tea.
I couldn't see what was going on behind me, but I could feel the cold touch of Fredricks's fingers as he pried open my mouth and began packing gauze deep inside it. The fabric was thick and dry, tasting faintly of antiseptic. I gagged at the sensation, trying to spit it out, but he was too quick for me. When I opened my mouth to protest, red cloth was pulled tightly between my teeth, effectively silencing me. As the bandana was pulled back, the cloth bit into my cheeks, and was knotted at the back of my head with a final, cruel jerk that made my eyes water.
All the while, my muffled whimpers and struggles were met only by the cold, unyielding steel of the exam table and the click of Sonya’s camera. Each flash burned the scene into my retinas, searing the memory into my mind. Sonya circled me, her camera a silent judge, capturing the horror unfolding. The doctor's gaze never left me, his breathing growing heavier as the anticipation mounted.
"Thank you Fredricks, I can take over from here," Sonya said, her eyes never leaving my bound form.
She stepped closer, her boots squeaking slightly on the floor, I just rested my cheek against the exam table as I felt a double loop of rope wrap around my elbows. My eyes pinched shut as I felt the familiar feeling of my elbows being drawn together and secured tightly behind my back. It was a pose I’d come to know well over the last few days, one that displayed my helplessness and vulnerability to the camera's lens.
Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Dr. Moore gripping himself through his slacks, his eyes glued to the backside I had been forced to present to him. If Sonya noticed she didn’t seem to mind, but the sight made bile rise in my throat and I had to fight the urge to curse Sonya’s name out. But I knew it wouldn't do any good, I was trapped in this twisted game of submission and domination, and I had to play my part if I wanted to survive.
More cords encircled my knees next, forcing them painfully close together as Sonya seemed to be tying me excessively today. Each knot felt like a noose tightening around my soul, my body contorted into a pose of submission that seemed to be a favorite of the sadistic doctor. The ropes dug into my skin, leaving a trail of heat and discomfort as Sonya’s knots grew tighter with each loop.
Then she was once more taking pictures from all angles before stopping to adjust the lighting, leaving me feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat on display in a butcher's window. I could feel Dr. Moore’s gaze on me, his desire thick in the air, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment. Sonya stepped away again, leaving me bound and exposed, my body a canvas for their twisted art.
"Alright doctor you wrote here that you wanted to see evidence of impact play, yes?" Sonya said, her voice cool and collected. She picked up a riding crop from the side table and twirled it in her hand, the leather making a sinister sound as it cut through the air.
Dr. Moore leaned forward, his eyes alight with anticipation. "Indeed," he murmured, his voice thick with excitement.
I would have asked what that meant, but the bandana in my mouth muffled my voice into a garbled protest. The crop made a sharp crack as it connected with the backs of my thighs just above my stockings, sending a bolt of pain through my body that made my eyes water. I tried to kick out, but the ropes held me firmly in place. The doctor's eyes were glued to the spot where the crop had struck, watching the skin redden with a perverse fascination.
A flash of Sonya’s camera proceeded each swing capturing the result of the crop's bite on my sensitive flesh. I bit down hard on the bandana, trying to muffle the involuntary cries that wanted so badly to escape my mouth. The smell of leather filled the air as Sonya brought the crop down again and again, each strike a little harder than the last. Each mark left by the crop was captured in vivid clarity, a testament to my suffering.
What really frustrated me was the feeling of myself getting wet as the crop hit me again and again. my body was betraying me, responding to the pain with a perverse mix of fear and arousal. I hated myself for it, but I couldn't stop the moisture from seeping into the crotch of my panties, making the fabric stick to my skin. Sonya noticed and smirked, taking a moment to snap a particularly close-up shot of the reddened welts on my skin before moving on to the next pose.
I felt my skirt being hiked up even further, exposing my reddened cheeks to the cool air and the doctor's eager eyes. Sonya’s hand hovered over my skin, her eyes flicking between my face and the camera's viewfinder, searching for the perfect moment of fear and submission to immortalize. Dr. Moore leaned forward in his chair, his eyes gleaming as he watched Sonya’s hand come down with a swift smack, leaving a perfect handprint on the soft flesh of my ass. The sound of the impact was a sharp crack that echoed through the room, followed by the click of the camera capturing the moment of pain.
"Perfection...moving on." I moaned as I was pulled backwards and spun around to face the doctor, my cheeks burning from the spanking. Sonya’s hand remained on my ass, her fingers tracing the fresh handprints with a smug satisfaction.
"Now, let's get you into a more...comfortable position," Sonya said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
With a firm grip on my shoulders, she pushed me backward until my upper body was resting against the exam table, the cold metal pressing into my back. The doctor's eyes were glued to my chest, his breathing growing heavier with every second that passed. Sonya reached for the top button of my nurse's outfit and began to unbutton it, her movements slow and deliberate. Each button that popped open revealed more of the red lacy bra that lay beneath, a sharp contrast to the stark whiteness of the uniform.
The doctor's eyes on me felt like a physical weight, his gaze burning into my skin. I could feel my face flush with a mix of fear and anger, but the gag made it impossible to protest. Sonya took a step back, snapping more photos of me bound and exposed. The flash of the camera was blinding, but I could feel the heat of his stare through the fabric of my unbuttoned top. The doctor leaned in closer, his eyes feasting on the sight of my exposed flesh.
"Are you enjoying yourself, doctor?" Sonya asked her face still behind her camera as she snapped away at my exposed body. She knew exactly what she was doing, the art of making someone feel like a piece of meat was second nature to her.
My chest heaved as the doctor's eyes remained glued to my breasts, his breath coming in short pants as he nodded eagerly. "Very much so," he replied, his voice strained with desire.
Sonya smirked, her eyes flicking back to my face before returning to her camera. "Good," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Now, let's get you into position for the next set of photos."
With surprising strength, Sonya grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me up onto the exam table. My yelp was muffled by the gag, my body protesting the sudden movement. Sonya ignored me, her attention fully focused on the composition of the shot. She positioned me so that my legs dangled over the side of the table, my white stilettos clacked against the table as I struggled to find purchase. The doctor's eyes continued to bore into me, his hunger for the next phase of the photoshoot palpable.
With my knees still tied tightly together, I felt Sonya’s hands on my hips, guiding me into the next pose. My feet were pushed apart until the insides of my knees burned from the strain. I was forced to lean back on my arms, my back arched at an impossible angle causing my breasts to push forward on full display. The doctor's eyes practically bugged out of his head as my breast nearly popped out of my bra. Sonya stepped back and took a few more shots, the flash of the camera strobing in the room like a sick disco light.
"Okay doctor, says here your final request was...toys and...hemostats?" Sonya asked, sounding confused.
Dr. Moore's eyes glittered with excitement. "Yes, I've had quite a few...fantasies about using them as nipple clamps," he replied, his voice low and hungry. "There's something about the way they pinch that just..." He trailed off, unable to put into words the dark thrill that coursed through him at the thought.
Sonya nodded, her eyes up with understanding. "Ah, I see," she said, her voice dripping with a sadistic glee. "Well, we can't disappoint our dear client, can we Audrey?"
My stomach bottomed out as Sonya picked up a set of shiny, medical clamps, a tool typically used in medical procedures. Sonya’s eyes danced with excitement as she approached, holding the clamps in a way that suggested she hadn’t thought of using them before, but was delighted by the doctor’s perverse idea. Dr. Moore’s breath hitched as Sonya leaned over me, her fingers deftly unclipping the front hook of my bra, exposing my already hardened nipples to the cold, unforgiving air.
The first clamp was cold as ice as it closed around my right nipple, the pain immediate and blindingly intense. My muffled screams filled the room, but was lost in the cacophony of the camera's shutter. Sonya camera in one hand and clamp in the other slowly began twisting, elongating my nipple to an obscene length before releasing it, the clicking of the clamp locking into place a sickening sound. The doctor's eyes never left me, his own pleasure evident in the way his pupils dilated and his breath grew more ragged.
Sonya moved to my left side, her eyes glittering with excitement as she took hold of my other nipple. "Ready?" she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. Before I could even move, the clamp was in place, the pain mirroring the previous side. Sonya stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Beautiful," she murmured, snapping a few more photos.
I was in so much pain I nearly lost my balance and toppled off the table. The clamps felt like they were tearing my skin away from my body with every twitch I made. Sonya’s hands were a blur as they moved over me, adjusting the ropes and the clamps with a disturbing blend of artistry and cruelty. The doctor was practically salivating at the sight, his hand stroking himself through his pants harder and harder.
Sonya’s voice was a sweet symphony of malice as she leaned down to whisper in my ear, "You're doing so well, darling." The words were a mockery, a knife twisted in the wound of my dignity. I wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but all I could do was whine into the bandana.
The sound of a vibrator buzzing to life sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt Sonya’s hand guide a cool, hard plastic between my legs, pressing it snugly against my crotch. The sudden vibration was a shock, sending waves of pleasure through my body despite the pain from the clamps. My eyes went wide with surprise, and I jerked my hips, trying to escape the conflicting sensations. But the ropes held me fast, and the doctor's eager gaze only grew more intense.
More flashes from the camera pierced the air as Sonya positioned the vibrating wand with precision, its relentless buzz a sharp contrast to the silent screams trapped by the gag in my mouth. The cold plastic nestled against my clit, a cruel reminder of the twisted pleasure-pain cycle I was trapped in. Sonya’s touch was both tender and invasive, her fingers moving the wand in slow circles that had my body trembling.
The doctor leaned closer, his eyes glued to the intimate dance between the bondage model and the device that controlled her I.E. me. His breath grew harsher, his hand moving faster over his erection, his excitement palpable. My eyes pleaded with Sonya for relief, but all I received was a wink and a smirk. The pleasure grew, a storm brewing deep within me, the clamps on my nipples a counterpoint to the building crescendo between my legs.
At last, Sonya pulled the vibrator away, leaving me panting and desperate. The room spun around me, a blur of pain and desire. The doctor's breathing was now erratic, his hand moving rapidly over his crotch. Sonya stepped back, the camera still in hand, watching the show unfold. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's capture that perfect moment for our little gallery, shall we? Lift your ass."
The order was as cold as it was commanding, and I had no choice but to comply, arching my back and lifting my hips off the table. The clamps on my nipples seemed to pulse in time with my racing heart. Sonya leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of artistic focus and sadistic delight. The vibrator was placed under me and when I lowered myself onto it, my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head.
The buzzing grew louder, the vibrations stronger, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My breaths came in gasps, muffled by the bandana. I could feel the tension coiling in my abdomen, a storm of sensation building, the pain in my nipples only serving to heighten my arousal. Sonya’s eyes never left me, watching through her viewfinder as I roared internally, my body caught in the crosshairs of torment and ecstasy.
My body shook as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over me, the vibrator's relentless buzz against my clit sending me spiraling over the edge. My eyes squeezed shut, I bit down hard on the bandana, trying to muffle the sounds that wanted to escape me. I could feel the doctor's eyes on me, his excitement visible as he watched the show, his own hand continuing to move faster in his lap. Then, it hit me, the orgasm washing over me like a flood, my body convulsing with spasms that had my toes curling in my stilettos, the ropes cutting into my skin as I writhed against them.
Then it was over, Sonya lowered her camera and rolled me onto my side.
Through heavy breaths, I watched as Sonya walked over to Dr. Moore, who was now sitting back in his chair, the hand in his pants now still, his other hand stroking his chin contemplatively as he surveyed the scene before him. They were talking softly to each other, so much so that I couldn’t make out any of the discussion. At first, their conversation seemed pleasant, even casual, as if they were talking about the weather or a recent art exhibition. But as Sonya spoke, the doctor's eyes grew wide, and his hand shot to his pocket to pull out his phone. He tapped on the screen, and almost immediately, a chime sounded from Sonya’s pocket.
Sonya’s expression grew troubled as she pulled out her own phone, her eyes scanning the message with a furrowed brow. The color drained from her cheeks, and she looked up at Dr. Moore appalled. Whatever he had said had hit a nerve, a rare crack in her composed facade. The doctor, on the other hand, was unfazed, his eyes flicking back to me as if I were a forgotten toy.
Then my stomach dropped as Sonya looked like she was contemplating a major decision, I didn't know what was going on but the sudden shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The doctor was smiling, his hand still in his pocket, the phone no longer visible. Sonya’s hand clenched into a fist around her phone before she took a deep breath and nodded at the doctor, the tension in her shoulders dissipating slightly.
Finally Sonya turned back to me, her eyes cold and calculating. She picked up the vibrator again, turning it off and setting it aside, the room suddenly eerily quiet without its persistent buzz. Then, without a word, she walked over to her workbench and grabbed a tripod as well as a high-definition video camera. With methodical precision, she set up the tripod, pointing the camera directly at the exam table… right at me.
I felt the panic rising in my chest as I watched Sonya attach the camera to the tripod and check the angle. Then my heart-rate tripled when I felt more rope loop around my ankles. I looked down to see Dr. Moore, now dressed in his lab coat once again, his hands deftly tying my legs together. His eyes never leaving his task, a smug smile playing on his lips as he cinched the knot tight. The fabric of the lab coat brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
I looked at Sonya and my moan of pain was met with a look of reluctance and pity. Sonya leaned in, her voice a low murmur that sent shivers down my spine. "The doctor has just tripled his payment," she said, her words slow and deliberate. "It seems he'd like a...closer experience."
Sonya’s touch was surprisingly gentle as she brushed a lock of hair from my sweat-drenched forehead before walking away, leaving me bound and exposed on the exam table. The doctor's smile grew wider, a predator who had just been handed the key to the cage. My eyes followed Sonya’s retreating figure, desperation welling in my chest as I realized I was now truly at the mercy of the doctor who had spent the past hour watching my suffering with rapt fascination. I shook my head frantically, trying to convey my refusal despite the gag that filled my mouth.
But it was no use. Dr. Moore’s hands were on me again, this time moving down my body with a sense of ownership that made my skin crawl. He began at my ankles, tracing the delicate line of my stockings with his fingertips, his eyes never leaving me as he reveled in my bound state. His thumbs hooked into the hem of my thigh-highs, rolling the fabric down slowly, inch by agonizing inch, exposing the pale, untouched skin beneath before rolling them back up. Each movement was deliberate and taunting, a silent promise of what was to come.
When his hands reached the tops of my feet, still adorned with the stiletto heels, he took my right foot in his hand, his thumb running along the arch in a way that was almost tender. My body stiffened, the intimacy of the gesture feeling wrong, equal to the cold, medical environment we were in. He took his time, exploring every curve and dip of my foot, his eyes darkening with every touch. His goatee tickled the skin of the instep of my foot as he pressed hips against it, his lips cold and dry, the sound echoing through the room like a macabre declaration of his claim over my body.
The doctor's kisses moved up my leg, his teeth grazing the soft skin of my inner thigh, sending a shiver of fear up my spine. His breath was hot against me, his excitement obvious as he paused at the ropes that held me in place. He traced the outline of the knots with his tongue, his eyes meeting mine, a silent question that sent bile rising in my throat. I tried to shake my head, to convey my revulsion and fear, but the gag held firm, silencing my protests.
With a chuckle, he released my leg, stood up and stepped closer to the exam table. His gaze remained locked on mine as he reached out to touch the hemostats still clamped onto my sensitive flesh. He gave them a gentle tug, and the pain shot through my body, making me whine into the gag. His smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my skin, and I could smell the faint scent of mint and something darker, something that made my stomach turn.
The doctor began to play with the clamps, twisting them slightly to the left and then to the right, watching as the skin around my nipples grew red and puffy. Each twist sent a bolt of pain through my body, making me squirm against the unforgiving ropes. The camera on the tripod hummed away, capturing every moment of my torment, every glistening tear that slid down my cheek, every desperate gasp for air.
Sonya remained in the background, her eyes flicking from the camera to the doctor to me, a silent observer of the horror show unfolding before her. Despite her earlier protests, she made no move to intervene, her expression a mix of professional detachment and something darker, something that hinted at a deeper, more personal enjoyment of the scene playing out.
The doctor's grin grew wider as he twisted the first hemostat again, the metal biting into my flesh. My eyes bulged with the effort of holding back the scream that wanted to tear from my throat. He watched me intently, waiting for the moment when the pain was too much to bear, and when it was, he didn't disappoint. With a sharp tug, he pulled the clamp away, and my muffled scream echoed through the room.
My body jerked violently against the ropes, the pain so blindingly intense it felt as if my very soul was being torn apart. I could feel the blood rushing back into my nipple, the sudden relief from the pressure making me gasp for air. But before I could even begin to recover, the doctor was on me, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of my other breast. The cold metal of the second hemostat was replaced by the searing heat of his mouth as he tore it off, his teeth pressing down with just enough force to elicit another scream.
The doctor's eyes gleamed with perverse delight as he suckled greedily, his tongue flicking against my sensitive nub, sending waves of agony and unwanted pleasure through my body. The ropes bit into my wrists as I tried to push against the table, but it was no use. He was too strong, his need too great. Each pull of his mouth on my nipple felt like a brand, marking me as his.
The doctor finally pulled back, his mouth smeared with saliva and sweat. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he reached up to cup the abused breast in his hand. His thumb traced the outline of the bruised areola, his forefinger and middle finger teasing the swollen flesh before pinching down hard. "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of doing this to my nurses," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
My eyes grew wide with horror as his words sunk in. The thought of this monster having access to actual medical personnel, to the very people who were supposed to care for and protect others, made my stomach churn. I struggled against the ropes, my body straining to escape his touch. But my efforts were in vain. The doctor just chuckled, his grip on me tightening as he leaned in closer.
"You see," he whispered, his breath hot and moist against my ear, "I've always had a bit of a...fetish for the naughty nurse scenario. And now, here you are, all bound up for me, so willingly."
My stomach twisted with revulsion as his words sunk in. He was enjoying this, not just because of the power he held over me, but because I was dressed in the very uniform that had inspired his sick fantasies. His hand moved south caressing my uniform as he spoke, his eyes glazed over with the depravity of his thoughts. His fingers paused at my waistline, his thumbs hooking into the fabric as if to peel it away from my body.
The doctor leaned closer, his mouth moving to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. His breath was hot and heavy, his excitement obvious. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have one of them at my mercy," he murmured, his voice a sick parody of a lover's whisper. "To have them squirm and beg for me to stop."
The doctor's hand moved to cup my breast, his thumb tracing the line of my collarbone as he spoke. "But you, my dear, are so much more than I ever could have imagined." Then leaning in close, his voice dropped to a whisper that was both seductive and chilling, "And thanks to Sonya here, you're all mine to play with. I just had to make a little...extra payment."
My head whipped to look the doctor in the eyes, a silent plea for mercy that went unanswered. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper. "You see, my dear, I've just made a rather... substantial donation to our dear Sonya’s art." His hand slipped down to my stomach, tracing the contours of my bound body. "And for that price, she's granted me the ultimate prize. I get to fuck you. On camera."
My eyes grew wide with horror as the doctor's words sank in and I bucked against the ropes, trying to dislodge the gag in my mouth to scream, to protest, to do anything to stop the monstrous act that was about to unfold. But my efforts were futile. Sonya remained unfazed, the camera continuing to capture the scene with a cold, clinical detachment that made my skin crawl.
The doctor's hands roamed over my body, his touch as invasive as it was unwelcome. He traced the ropes that held me in place, his eyes lingering on my nipples, which were now a mottled mess of red and purple from the clamps. He leaned in, his breath hot and fetid on my skin, and whispered, "I'm going to stick my cock so deep inside you, you'll feel it in your throat."
I shook my head wildly as the sound of a zipper echoed through the cold, sterile room. The doctor's grin grew even wider as he pulled out his erect cock, stroking it with a hunger that made my stomach churn. Sonya’s eyes never left the camera lens, a silent director orchestrating the scene that had escalated far beyond what I could have ever imagined.
But as the doctor reached for my skirt, a subtle cough from Sonya pierced the tense silence. The doctor's hand paused mid-air, his eyes snapping to hers, filled with anger and frustration. For a moment, I allowed myself to hope that Sonya had found a shred of humanity, that she would put an end to this depravity. But instead, Sonya merely nodded towards the doctor's pocket. "Protection," she murmured, her voice as cold as the metal of the clamps that had so recently been attached to my body.
The doctor's grip tightened around my breast, his teeth grinding together as he reached into his lab coat and pulled out a condom. The sound of him tearing the packet open was like nails on a chalkboard to my already frayed nerves. I watched in horror as he rolled the latex over his erection, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight was surreal, a nightmare come to life in the stark, unforgiving light of the exam room.
Still laying on my side, I felt the doctor's hands slither over my body, his fingertips dancing along my hips, then the fabric of my panties. With a cruel twist of his wrist, he tugged them down, the fabric getting stuck on the ropes around my knees. A breeze of cold air hit my exposed skin, and I shivered involuntarily. Sonya’s eyes moved to mine, a silent apology in them that only added to the horror.
Then, with a grunt, the doctor positioned himself behind me, aligning his erect cock with my entrance. He paused for a moment, his breath ragged with excitement, savoring the moment before he plunged inside me. My eyes watered as he pushed in, each inch a new level of violation that sent a bolt of pain through my body. Despite my fear, I felt my muscles clench around him, a reflex that only seemed to fuel his arousal. He groaned in ecstasy as he entered me fully, his weight pressing me into the unyielding surface of the exam table.
The doctor began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, his voice a low murmur of dirty talk that filled my ears. "You're so tight, so wet," he grunted, his words a taunt that made my stomach twist. "I can feel every inch of you, every little twitch." His hands gripped my hips, his nails digging into my skin as he pulled me back into him with each thrust. The pain was unbearable, but at this point I knew better than to beg for mercy. It was clear that my suffering was his pleasure.
The doctor leaned over me, his breath hot and sour in my ear. "You like it, don't you, my little nurse?" His words were a sneer, a perversion of the care and comfort I had always associated with the medical profession. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of his leering face, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands on my body.
With each agonizingly slow thrust, I felt my resolve crumbling. My body, so used to responding to the rhythm of pleasure, was now betraying me, tightening around his invasion despite my mind's desperate pleas for it to rebel. Sonya hovered at the edge of my vision, her eyes cold and detached, the camera an unblinking third participant in the horror.
"I watch you lovely ladies everyday, parading around in those aberrations you call uniforms, acting all prim and proper," Dr. Moore groaned, his breath hot against my neck. Each word was a hammer to my soul as he pumped his hips in a leisurely rhythm, his cock moving in and out of me with an agonizing slowness that made me want to scream. "But underneath it all, you're just begging for a doctor to give you a thorough examination, aren't you?"
I shook my head, my eyes squeezed shut as the doctor's words pierced the silence of the room, each syllable a twisted caress that sent a shiver down my spine. His cock continued to slide into me with a torturously slow pace, the latex sheath doing little to lessen the pain as he spoke into my ear, his voice a mix of sarcasm and lust. "You're just like all the others," he whispered, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "So eager to serve, to be used, to be...fucked."
My breath hitched in my chest as his tempo began to quicken, I watched Sonya’s eyes widening as he raised one of his hands, his palm coming down hard on my ass. The sound echoed through the room, a sharp crack that was immediately followed by a burst of pain that radiated outward from the point of impact. Sonya’s gaze remained glued to the camera lens, but the flicker of something dark and hungry in her eyes told me that she was in fact enjoying this as much as the doctor.
The doctor leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, "You're such a naughty nurse, aren't you?" His hand fell again, the sting of his palm on my flesh sending a shockwave through my body. "Always teasing, always pretending to resist." His words were a knife, twisting in my gut, each one a lie that I knew he believed. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had never wanted this, that I was not here by choice.
But my voice was trapped behind the gag, a silent cry that no one would ever hear. The doctor's hands tightened on my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the exam table. With a grunt, he pulled me to a standing position, his cock never leaving my body. My legs trembled, the heels of my shoes digging into the cold floor as I was bent over the table, my arms still tied behind my back.
As I felt his pace increase, so did my discomfort as my tender swollen breasts were mushed into the cold hardness of the exam table. Then with a grunt, the doctor's hand slammed against my bare ass in a powerful spank so hard it left me seeing stars. The sudden shift in position and the shock of the blow made my legs buckle but I remained standing, held up only by his grip on my hips and the table beneath me.
The doctor's breath grew ragged in my ear, his voice a hoarse whisper, "Now stay still little nurse so I can give you an injection you'll never forget." His hands gripped my hips tightly, his thrusts growing more erratic as his climax approached. I felt a wave of revulsion and fear wash over me as I listened to his depraved words.
My vision began to blur as he fucked me with an intensity that bordered on violent. The world around me became a motion blur of white walls and chrome instruments, the pain in my breasts and the ache in my pussy the only things keeping me anchored in reality. Each time the doctor's hand connected with my ass, it sent a jolt through my body, making my vision swim even more.
Then I felt my pussy clamp down on the doctor's cock as an orgasm ripped through my body despite my desperate attempts to resist it. The sensation was a betrayal, a twisted mix of pleasure and pain that left me trembling. I could feel my body's automatic response to his rough treatment, my muscles contracting around him as I climaxed, a silent scream trapped behind the gag.
In response to my involuntary orgasm, Dr. Moore’s grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own climax approached. He leaned into me, his breath hot against my neck, his voice a low growl of triumph. "That's it," he murmured, "milk it, nurse. Show me how much you want it."
My body betrayed me again, my pussy clenching and unclenching around the doctor's cock as he pounded into me. The feeling of his cum filling the condom was a strange mix of relief and revulsion. I could feel his cock throb with each spurt, his body tense with the release of his perverted fantasy. His groan was deep and satisfied, a sound that sent a shiver through my body.
As he pulled out, his breathing was still ragged, his eyes glazed with lust. He leaned down, his weight pressing me into the exam table, and whispered into my ear so low only I’d hear. "You know, this has been so satisfying, I think it's time I bring a real nurse home to play with." The words sent a chill down my spine, my body trembling with the horror of what he'd just confessed. I felt him smirk against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Your screams, your struggles, your pathetic attempts at resistance... You've inspired me, my dear. I think it's time to make one of my nurses truly understand what it means to serve."
The reality of his twisted fantasy settled into me like a lead weight. My body's involuntary response to his violence had only fueled his appetite for more. I had unwittingly become the poster child for his dark desires, and now my suffering would be replicated on unsuspecting women in his hospital. The room seemed to close in around me as I realized the gravity of my situation. It wasn't just about me anymore; it was about every nurse that came into his path.
Sonya stepped back, allowing the doctor to dress without a single word. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, a nauseating reminder of what had just occurred. When he was fully dressed, the doctor turned to me, a smug grin playing on his lips as he leaned down and whispered, "Thank you for the... inspiration. I look forward to seeing the final product, maybe I'll share it with someone special."
The doctor's words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I couldn't help the tears that spilled down my cheeks as I watched him leave the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Sonya remained silent as she rummaged through her workbench.
"Good girl," Sonya said finally, her voice a cold whisper. "You were magnificent."
I sobbed, my body trembling as I remained bent over the exam table. The doctor's footsteps had long since faded into the silence of the mansion, leaving me feeling more exposed and violated than ever before. My eyes remained glued to the floor, not daring to meet Sonya’s gaze. But when I felt something cold and unyielding press against my bruised pussy, I couldn't help but look up.
"I think you deserve a little...reward," Sonya said, her voice a cold caress that sent a shiver down my spine. "For such an exquisite performance."
I didn't dare to hope, not after the horror I’d just endured. But as the cold, unyielding pressure against my abused pussy grew stronger, I realized with a sinking feeling that Sonya’s idea of a reward was more of the same. I felt the rubber tip of the strap-on press against me, the cruel reminder of my own unwanted arousal from the doctor's assault. My body trembled, my muscles tightening around it involuntarily as Sonya’s hands positioned it at my entrance.
"While I'm not one for 'sharing', a part of me did enjoy watching you squirm under him," Sonya said with a wicked smile as she applied lube to the strap-on, her eyes never leaving my tear-stained face. "Who knows, maybe I'll offer it as part of a special edition package."
I moaned at the prospect of Sonya loaning out my body to satisfy stranger's depraved cravings, the thought sending a fresh wave of fear crashing through me. Sonya’s eyes gleamed as she took in my reaction, a silent nod of approval. She pushed the strap-on into me with a slow, deliberate pressure, the coldness of it a contrast to the doctor's burning heat. My body responded again, betraying my fear with a fresh coating of slick arousal.
So, was this my life now...I thought to myself as Sonya started pumping away. A mere object of sexual desires to be used and discarded at my captor’s whim…only time would tell.
End Part 3