John Friday - Cuffed and whipped wife

Lanore strained to see what they were doing, but outside of the glaring light focused directly on her, she could only make out shadowy forms. She hear buckets rattling, a faucet running hard and the containers splashing full.

They filed by her one by one, each dousing the blonde with a bucket of cold water. Her cunt was hit three times in rapid succession, and chills ran up her spine. Then a girl with flashing green eyes tossed a bucketful into her face.

She was cold and shivering when the doc stepped back beside the gurney, stripping off his mask and cap.

"My name's Dave Bennett," he said with a disarming smile. "Doctor Bennett to you."

"You're no doctor. You should be seeing one – a psychiatrist!" Lanore said, spitting out water that had been splashed all over her face and hair.

"I'm a psychologist," he said. "That's close enough. I listen to my patients' lurid fantasies day in and day out. On the weekends I just have to find some relief."

By the steadiness of his gaze and flat, matter-of-fact tone of voice, Lanore thought he just might be telling the truth. Or he was a convincing liar. Either way, he was a handsome young man in his late twenties.

"Take the patient to her room," he said with a nod. "I'll check on her later."

They wheeled her into another small, windowless room painted harsh white, this one furnished with a hospital bed. Ropes and counterweights were suspended from the four corners of an overhead metal frame – the kind that would be used to support the broken limbs of a patient in traction.

Lanore got a sinking feeling when they lifted her from the gurney onto the bed. Those ropes and heavy counterweights weren't there just for decoration. They bound her hand and foot and adjusted the heavy weights so that all her limbs were slightly upraised.

Then the red-haired girl began taping little wire electrodes to her forehead and wrists. Her hair was long and fiery bright, and the gleam in her green eyes was devilish.

Lanore tried to push her hands away, but found she couldn't pull hard enough against the dangling counterweights to move her arms more than a few inches in any direction. "What are those for?" she asked in weary resignation.

"To monitor your vital signs," the redhead said impishly. "Lie very still, hold your breath and look at the TV screen on the wall."

Lanore did as she was told and saw only a flat green line across the middle of the screen.

"That's the monitor. Now keep watching and breath normally," the redhead told her.

She did that and saw the green line ripple like the surface of a pond when a gentle breeze stirred. The redhead bent over to plant a warm, lip-smacking kiss on Lanore's shaved cunt.

"Aaaggghhh!" Lanore gasped, and the wavering green line spiked up and down violently.

"All your emotional reactions will show clearly on that screen. It's something my brother has been working on for years. Spikes up toward the top of the screen are good things, those you find pleasant. Spikes down indicate dislike or disgust, even loathing. I can see that you have mixed feeling about me."

"The machine is as crazy as your brother. I loathe everyone and everything in this room!"

"Perhaps, but you like having your pussy kissed. You can't keep that from showing up."

"I hate it! I want to go home!" Lanore said. "My husband will home from work at twelve-thirty. He'll expect to find me there. I forgot to leave a note."

Lanore was hoping another woman about her age would understand. The pretty redhead just smiled. "We'll send someone down to get him. It's the little blue house, isn't it? The one where all the wild fucking has been going on recently?"

"Yes," Lanore moaned sadly.

"I notice that when your husband is mentioned the radar goes up and down. Does that mean you both love and hate him?"

"It means I love him but hate to think what he'll do when he finds me here. I wasn't supposed to come, and I certainly wasn't supposed to end up like this – a slave to some medical crazy man!"

Again the green line spiked up and down, but even more violently than before. The tawny redhead flashed a knowing grin. "But something about this or my brother must excite you. Your reactions aren't all negative."

"I hate him for shaving my pussy and enslaving me like this!" she snapped, but again the line spiked up and down.

"He's very sexy, in a strange and sinister way," the redhead mused. "Especially those piercing dark eyes!"

"No!" But the line leaped up to the top of the screen.

She laughed and shook her tawny hair straight. "Ooooh, he's going to have fun with you, I can tell." And with that she walked out the door, closing it quietly behind her.

Lanore looked around and decided this and the make-believe operating room had once been basement storage rooms, cleaned out and converted for this ridiculous and terrifying charade. The green line remained flat while she was thinking about that. It flashed up and down wildly as Bennett walked back into the room.

He noticed the monitor screen and grinned. "I'm glad to see that you don't completely detest me."

"I do for shaving all the hair off my pussy," she snarled. That slammed the line clear to the bottom.

"Hhhmmmmm, yes… I see. But there's a good reason for that," he said with apparent seriousness. "I've been working on a new circuit, one that will make even more accurate measures of human emotions. And for this one to read properly, the pussy must be shaved bare."

"You're going to put the wire in my cunt?"

"No! It's a sensor and I'm going to tape it right above your cunt. It's small and flat, it won't get in our way."

"I don't like being part of a damn video game. Why don't you just fuck me and get it over with?"

"Because you're mine for the next – well, twenty-three hours or so. And there are several important experiments I want to run. You aren't just my sex slave, Lanore. You're also going to be a guinea pig."

"Jesus! You're all crazy!"

"No, we're just enjoying ourselves. Isn't that what life is all about?"

Lanore shuddered. "I don't know."

"Well, let's!" Dave bent down and kissed her nipple with warm and supple lips. The green line spiked up. He sucked one tit and fondled the other. The spikes shot higher. "You are certainly not unreceptive to simple human pleasure."

"I-I guess not." Lanore was thinking about the tender way dill had made love to Marilee and hoped she might experience something like that with another man. Her time with Al had been all too quick and hurried.

He held both tits under his cupped hands and slid his head down to her freshly shaved pussy. Lanore's lush body, bounced at each stroke of his tongue, restrained by the ropes and counterweights.

Dave grinned. He liked having a woman wired their first time together. With a quick sideward glance, he could tell exactly what she was feeling – especially now with a remote sensor stuck just above her tender clit bud.

He kissed that and circled it with his tongue. The green line shot upward and disappeared off the top of the screen.

Dave obviously enjoyed sucking her bald pussy. And she didn't need a machine to know that.

Dave Bennett attacked her wolfishly, but with constant skill. Dave discovered quickly, thanks to his monitoring system, that Lanore liked having her cunt licked up and down slightly more than she did left and right. But she liked having it worked around with a tight spiral motion of his tongue best of all.

Bennett did that until she screamed into the throes of orgasm, twisting and bucking so violently that the pulleys squealed and the counterweights clanked against the frame.

This part of his research never ceased to amaze him. The blonde had been subjected to pain, abuse and humiliation. But she still responded strongly to basic human pleasure.