Robert Vickers - Nurse in bondage

"What? You spurn my cock! How dare you, slave!"

"Please! I… I can't reach it with my mouth. You've got me tied up too well!"

"Always quick with the excuse, aren't you? No more! You will be punished for this, I promise you!"

He reached down under the bed and picked up the broad leather belt he had used on her in the operating room. She cringed when she saw it. If he started hitting her with it while she was dangling from the traction equipment as she was, he could inflict great pain.

The strap rose and fell in one quick motion. It landed with a sick smack across her belly. She flinched but had nowhere to go. She absorbed most of the blow on her tender skin.

It left a huge red welt that seemed to glow with an inner light. The pain rocketed down into her belly, her cunt. And strangely, she felt her twat beginning to drool again. The pain was causing her to respond the same way that pleasure did.

She cried. There was no way she could avoid the repeated blows he was landing on her naked body. And she was coming alive sexually because of it. It was too perverted for her to bear. She blacked out.

When the world came back into focus, she felt incredible pain in her wrists and ankles, her hips and shoulders. Then she realized it was because she was no longer strung up on the traction rig. She was sitting on a table, her hands bound loosely behind her.

The sudden relief at being freed from that torture rack quickly passed. She opened her eyes and realized what he had in mind for her.

The doctor stood in front of her holding a huge phallic-shaped tube. It would more than fill her cunt. She was afraid that, if he jammed it up her pussy, it would tear her apart.

"No, not up my cunt! Not with that jar!"

"Ah, yes, definitely. And that's only the beginning, my cocksucking little slave."

She fought. But it did no good. He shoved her backwards on the table. She tried crossing her legs and closing her cunt to his invasion. He was too strong for her. She passed out again, as the cold, thick jar was crammed into her cunt.

As consciousness came back, she knew pain. Her guts were being rearranged in new and different positions. That huge jar inside her twat was doing it to her. Then she realized he had promised her more. What? How? She was scared that she would find out too soon.

"Back again to stay?" he asked. "Now you will suck on my cock. You have everything you could want. Your cunt is filled with a round, hard object which no doubt pleases you more than any cock could. And now your face will be stuffed with my cock!"

He jumped up on the table, his legs on either side of her body. His prick dangled inches from her face. She wondered if she should mouth it, suck and give him head once more. He had promised more pain. True the pain in her cunt was bad, but nothing like she had come to expect from the doctor.

"Suck, dammit, suck!"

As she leaned forward, she heard an electric swing click. The table on which she was seated began vibrating, slowly at first, then with greater speed.

The soft vibrations were intended to soothe people with back problems. It didn't soothe her; it hurt like hell. The jar rammed into her cunt began dancing around and threatening to cut her in a million places. She groaned and tried to accept it.

Then she felt the belt smash into her back. The cold words, "Suck my cock" told her all she needed to know. If she didn't suck on his prick, he would continue whipping her.

The tables quivering and making the jar drive deeper and deeper into her twat hurt, but the belt hurt more. She decided to make the best out of this sorry situation. He couldn't last forever. He had to give up on her before long. Then she could rest. She hoped.

"Okay, I'll suck on your prick."

"Call me master, you dumb cunt! Can't you remember anything!"

He beat her several more times with the belt. When his rage subsided, she leaned forward. The pain mowing into her pussy again made her came close to blacking out. She grimly hung on. Sucking on the man's cock had been a thrill the first time.

It would be again.

It had to be. She'd go mad with pain, otherwise.

Her tongue looped out and pulled his balls toward her lips. She sucked them into her mouth and lightly tongued them. She could feel his nuts stirring weakly inside. He wasn't turned on enough to get really excited. Not yet. But she would make him want her mouth all over his prick. She'd show him what a real cocksucking woman could do.

The table caused her teeth to chatter. Once she nipped his hairy bag and he bellowed out, "Do that again and you'll be sorry!"

She believed him. He was capable of inflicting the worst pain possible on her tender body. She wanted to avoid that at all costs.

She would be more careful in the future. She tried not to let her teeth hammer together because of the vibrating table. It was difficult to do; it was even more difficult controlling her nervousness. She surely didn't want to make a wrong move. He would punish her instantly.

The welts on her belly and back burned with intensity that she had thought only acid wounds could achieve. She tried to ignore them but found each breath she took reminded her more and more of them. But she knew they would multiply if she failed to pleasure this evil madman. He had to get his rocks off or he would punish her even more severely.

She tongued his balls until she managed to get a tiny moan from his lips. Then she began sucking even harder. She felt the skin begin to contract into a hard, tight little sphere. Still, his prick wasn't hilly erect. It was only half-stiff. She would work on it in a moment.

At that instant, she wanted to make sure his balls were churning up enough lava-hot jism to satisfy her lustful taste for it.

"Keep going, slave. That feels good. You suck cock real good!" he complimented her. She almost cringed as she heard the words. She was certain a stinging blow would land on her back. He didn't pass out compliments without pain accompanying it.

She was surprised pleasantly this time. He didn't swing his belt. She relaxed a little and kept sucking on his hairy little bag. When his balls started dancing around inside, she moved to his half-erect prick.

One long, loving kiss and she was sliding up and down the entire length of his prick. She pursed her lips and then really sucked on his cock. She fastened onto the side of it like a lamprey eel. She didn't bother letting go until she had left ugly red teeth marks in his aroused flesh.

"Bitch!" he shouted. "How dare you mark your master with your teeth!"

He began beating her with his belt but it had been worth it. She continued sucking on his prick the best she could, what with the beating and the table shaking her teeth together.

Soon, his arm tired and he was no longer punishing her with the leather strap. She fought her way to the end of his cock then and sucked it in. She wished she could have used her hands. If they had been free, she could have cradled his balls while she was mouthing the end of his glans.

As it was, she had to be content with simply pulling the purpled knob into her mouth using only her lips and tongue. Sucking harder brought the quivering tip of his cock into reach for her. Lips closing around it, she ran her head forward on the still semi-rigid prick.

"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Face fuck yourself!"

She couldn't do that. His prick still wasn't steely hard enough for such active fucking. But she could suck and she did. She gave his prick all the joy it could handle. He was gasping and dancing around from one foot to the other. That told her she was doing everything just right for the doctor.

She felt his cock hardening against her tongue. More and more excited blood was hammering into it every second she left her mouth fastened to the end.