Robert Vickers: Nurse in bondage

"Like that? Is this what you want?"

"Yesssss!"

He began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. She felt her entire belly come alive. The way his prick touched on the nerves along her cunt walls was a revelation. No man was able to fuck like this. He was turning her into a quivery blob of jello. He was stringing her out such as had never been done before by any man's cock.

He was a masterful lover, a real stud. He knew exactly how to use his prick to the best effect.

She felt his cock slipping out of her twat. The vacuum formed behind it threatened to pull her guts out. She tensed up as much as she could to stop it from leaving her cunt. She failed because her body was manufacturing too much of her foamy fuck sauces.

He began driving his prick in and out of her so that she began gently swinging in her bonds. The added motion drove his prick even more deeply into her cunt. Every time she swung back and he speared deep into her, he ground his bush into hers.

Their crotches erotically mashed together, she felt her clit spring to rigid attention. Every movement was stimulating it. His pubic hair was lightly dragging over the tip of the sensitive little spire. As his cock left her pussy, this tightened the skin all around her clitoris.

No matter what he did, he turned her on even more.

She was openly crying now. No amount of pleasure could ever erase her agony. The nurse's shoulders felt as if they were inches longer now from carrying her full weight. And she knew she would never walk again. Those hip and knee joints were permanently crippled.

But the pleasure!

That was where it was at for her. She tried to concentrate on her cunt and nothing else. The man was a stud second to none when it came to fucking. He drilled directly in between her pussy lips and filled her to overflowing with his hot, long prick.

"More! Give me moooore!"

He laughed at her. "You like this, eh? I thought so. You will enjoy it and then… then comes the pain!"

She knew he spoke the truth. He wasn't the kind to give her pleasure without also offering the other side of the coin – pain. Horrible, abject, degrading pain.

He was the master, she the slave. That was the way it was. And she didn't care. She was getting all the cock she could handle. That was what mattered, not the pain that went with it.

He began swinging her to and fro in larger arcs. Her widespread legs were quivering as he gripped them to push her forward. Releasing her let her entire body come hurtling down around his prick.

One instant only the purpled head of his prick was visible between her pink, ruffly cunt lips. When her body swung into his crotch, his entire cock vanished into her heated, steamy depths.

She felt each stroke as if it were the first of her life. The man was filling her with more cock than she could take. Stretching her delicate inner membrane with his huge girth, she thought he was going to rip her apart. And when she really began swinging hard, she was certain he would rip her apart all the way to the chin with his fleshy cock-sword.

His breathing had become deeper, harsher. He closed his eyes to concentrate on what he was doing to her. He wanted this to be perfect for him. Nothing less would do, especially with such a willing subject to experiment on.

She watched in fascination as the change came over him. His face softened a little and she knew he was enjoying the fucking.

The nurse wished she could say the same without reservation. The feel of the man's huge prick driving into her needy cunt was nice. It couldn't be beat. But why did he have to suspend her in midair like that? And the leather cuffs on her wrists were cutting into her tender flesh. If that had been all, she could have enjoyed the hell out of it.

The ache in her shoulders and arms had turned into raging pain. The only thing worse in the world was the feeling from her knees and hip joints. That was agonizing, almost agonizing enough to make her pass out. She grimly hung on and thought only about the joy she received from his prick.

When he came, his cock spewing forth its creamy load into her hungry cunt, she shuddered with him. The feel of that white-hot jism set off a come of her own.

Then it was over. The most intense come of her life and it was over so damned fast!

She realized what had happened. The pain had blotted out the joy too soon. But the climax wouldn't have been so good if it hadn't been for the pain in the first place. That gave her something to contrast her delights with. That contradiction made her feel fuzzy headed, confused and at the point of suicide.

She just didn't know what to expect next.

Perhaps that was why she was so attracted to Doctor Arthur Wilson.

She sagged limply in the traction unit. She was feeling the red curtain of pain surrounding her like a wool blanket. Her mouth was cottony and her head was about ready to split open from a headache. And those were the minor things.

The pain lanced harshly into her shoulders and down into her chest. Each breath was agony such as she had never endured before. The woman struggled a little and found out this only caused more hurt.

She stopped doing that and tried to decide what she really felt. Simply doing that made her head spin wildly.

Her shoulders were being pulled apart. The sockets ached with an intensity she thought reserved for the dying. Her arms had to be inches longer now than when she'd been strung up. The cruel leather cuffs cut brutally into her wrists and shut off all circulation.

Then there were her legs. She was spread-eagle and dangling. This put incredible pressure right on her crotch. She was certain that the slightest added effort on the man's part would split her right down the middle. Never had her cunt hurt so badly.

She sobbed as she raised her head and looked at her legs. They were beginning to swell from the lack of circulation. The leather cuffs around her ankles were too tight by far. Dangling as she was put all her weight across her hips. This gave an added pain for her cunt.

And still, she felt warmed by the man's fucking. She was too confused to figure that out. While he had been swinging her back and forth, driving his prick all the way into her cunt, she had loved it. She could forget all about the agony she was experiencing.

He was a master cocksman. Simply feeling his prick nudging into her soft pink pussy lips had been the highlight of her young life.

But why did he do these terrible things to her? She didn't know if she could come up with an answer to that. And there was another question she wanted to avoid if possible.

Why did she like this? She was getting off being humiliated and tied up like a side of beef. The worse he acted towards her, the more she loved him.

It was a question, which she didn't want to find an answer for. The very core of the woman's soul would have been laid bare if she had. It went to her innermost being and what she desired most from fucking.

"Ready for another little gambit?" he asked lightly. He stood beside her, almost face to face.

"N-no! Let me down! I hurrrrrt!"

"Oh, I'm sure you do. That is only part of your punishment, slave. You have offended me. Now you must pay the penalty. And it is one that I require, not the hospital and their bureaucrats."

"What did I ever do. To deserve all this torture?"

"What? My, my, I thought you would have remembered. Such a short memory you have, slave. Do you remember creeping under an operating table, opening nay fly and then sucking on my cock?"

"Please?"

"So you beg for it again? Very well. Suck on my cock, slut!"

He stood up on the bed and thrust his limp prick at her face. She wanted to reach out and touch it, fondle his balls, make it come alive. She couldn't because of the way she was bound.