John Friday: Twin wives in bondage

Wanda's first experience with the bewildering ways of intense pain and intense pleasure took place in a dentist's chair. She awoke one Saturday morning with a horrible toothache. The stabbing pain made it hard for her to speak, but she got Dr. Jarrod on the phone the kind, silver-haired dentist who had treated both her and her twin sister Wilma since they both had baby teeth.

"I was going to play golf," Dr. Jarrod said, "but this sounds like an emergency. I'll meet you at my office in half an hour."

It being Saturday, there were no other patients and no assistants in the usually crowded dental office. And Dr. Jarrod, dressed casually in his golfing clothes, seemed unusually warm and consoling.

"Ummm," he said with concern. "You have a nasty cavity. It's going to hurt a little, but I think we can save the tooth."

Wanda started cringing right them. Whenever the dentist said it would hurt a little, it usually hurt like raging hell!

"I'll give you a couple of shots to numb the pain," he said. "And you can have gas if you need it." He held out a little nose mask with a rubber tube and a bulb to squeeze. "It has a fancy chemical name," he said, "but most people call it laughing gas. If you feel it start to hurt, just squeeze the rubber bulb and breathe deeply the gas will make you a little light-headed, and the pain will fly away."

Many of Dr. Jarrod's patients were children, and he said a lot of stupid things like that… the pain will fly away! Where the pain flew was right up her ass. It hurt way down to there. Wanda moaned, writhing in the big leather chair, gritting her teeth and clamping the dark hole of her ass.

She squeezed the bulb and breathed in deep, Wanda heard the scrape of the drill, but her mind drifted off in the haze of blurring mist.

Unfortunately, the soothing effect only lasted a few seconds. A moment later she crashed back into the real world of grinding pain.

Dr. Jarrod purred: "There, there… it'll be all right."

But it was not all right. As the drill cut deeper into her aching tooth, even the gas could not block out the pain. Wanda twitched and jerked when she felt the grinding drill, and she threw up her hands to cover her face.

"No more!" she wailed. "I can't stand it!"

"Tsk, tsk," he replied. "I don't like to use these, but I think we must."

We? Wanda thought. Where does he get that we shit? It's me that hurts.

He squeezed the bulb and gave her another strong whiff of the mind-numbing gas. Then she felt him lowering her hands, pressing them down firmly on to the arms of the chair.

He brought a thickly padded cuff out from under the side of the chair and snapped it over her wrist. Then he did the same on the other side. When he lowered the spinning drill again, Wanda jerked and found to her horror that she could not move either arm.

"It's all right," he said again, smiling now. And Wanda wondered if he liked hurting people. A tight little grin curled his lips and a strange gleam flashed in his eyes whenever he bore down hard with that awful whirring drill.

Her right hand convulsed on the rubber bulb, jetting out breath after breath of gas until her senses swirled. Still it hurt, and she writhed with pain, imprisoned in the chair.

Dr. Jarrod went right on drilling, his smiling face so close to hers that she could count the bright little beads of sweat that gleamed on his upper lip above his twisted grin.

"There is one more thing we can do," he said. "Grunnngh… yes. Anything!" she replied, grasping in desperation at same feint hope.

"This will make you forget all the pain," ha said, and he cupped his left hand on her breast.

"Uhnnnn-ungh!" Wanda pulled hard against the binding wrist cuffs. She gasped a startled breath and mashed the rubber bulb, veiling her shock in the soothing mist. His hand squeezed her tit exactly the same way.

"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned. The drill kept on grinding. She could hear it, but she felt only the slightest twinge of pain.

"You see? And this will make it even better." His fingers slipped beneath her blouse and beneath the cup of her bra.

He found her bulging nipple and circled it with his finger.

"Asagh!" Wanda gulped in surprise, for an instant forgetting completely about the sharp pain radiating from the tip of that awful drill.

She moaned as the speed of his nipple twisting increased. The drill kept grinding, guided by his other hand, and Wanda felt nothing but hot sparks of joy. She screamed when the spinning drill suddenly touched, a bare nerve.

"Easy… easy," Dr. Jarrod said in his soothing voice. His hand pulled out of her blouse, brushed one tit then the other, and then eased down into her lap.

Wanda's smoothly darned cum mound was already rocking from his handling of her tits.

Damp juices seethed just inside the taut lips of her cunt. Dr. Jarrod's hand slipped down her thigh and beneath the hem of her short skin, then up… wiggling, until his fingers worked themselves into her lacy little black panties.

"AAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, loud enough to rattle the office walls. The whirling drill kept ripping and hacking at some exposed nerve. The searing pain almost blinded her. She gasped an instant later. His probing fingers had found her juicy clit, baring it as he had the raw nerve in her tooth.

"You see?" he said. His wet fingers slithered in her flowing oil, twisting her clit until it bulged and blocked all thought of pain from her tortured mind. "Better already, isn't it?"

"Mmmm-hmmmmm," was all she could say.

He had her cunt muscles grinding with spasms of desire. Wanda tensed, arching her back in order to press her cunt harder against his hand. Her knuckles turned white from clenching the arms of the chair. She forgot that her wrists were bound, and she forgot the screaming whine of the high speed drill.

"Oooooooh," she moaned when at last the grinding stopped.

"All done," Dr. Jarrod said, humming as he put the drill away. "Now all we have to do is fill your cavity."

"Yes?" she hissed sharply. "Oh, yes… fill my cavity. Oh, Doctor… fuck my cunt!"

"My dear…" Dr. Jarrod seemed so surprised as though the thought of fucking her had never crossed his mind. But he had his finger deep in her twat, twisting and reaming just like the drill.

With his other hand, Dr. Jarrod opened the fly of his brightly colored golf slacks and whipped out a long cock.

Wanda gulped at the sight of his cock, trying to grab it with her eager hands. The padded cuffs stopped her anxious grab, and a strange warm feeling of helplessness swept over her.

Dr. Jarrod pulled off his pants and his shorts, pumping his long, slender dick until it strained and gleamed with surging blood. At the same time, he hiked up Wanda's short skin and pulled down her black-lace panties, licking his lips at the sight of her sheening spread of thick twat hair glistening with the dampness of desire.

He put his hand over hers, giving the rubber bulb a long, slow squeeze. The soothing vapors misted an image she could not believe the kindly old dentist whipping his cock and guiding its gleaming knob toward her finger-teased cunt lips.

Wanda pulled against the cuffs binding her arms, but Dr. Jarrod's firm hand closed on hers and forced out another whiff of gas. It didn't make her laugh as she thought it might it made her feel free, despite the bindings on her wrists and the weight of the grinning dentist as he straddled her in the chair.

Wanda moaned in delirious joy. Dr. Jarrod was moving his cock head up and down in the mouth of her drooling slit, stirring her juices and making them boil. Her raging desire burned clear and sharp despite the mind-warping gas.

"Fuuuuuck – meeee," she gasped between whiffs. And then she whimpered as his long cock glided into her pussy. Her cunt muscles seized his cock.