Part 6: Play Time Continues

"Hey, how's it going in here?" Dr. Rutherford enters the exam room with a leash in her hand, the end of which disappears behind the door. "Well, get in here bitch, don't make me yank you." She still gives the leash a little bit of a tug and Megan steps into the room.

The recent attention by the dominant doctor had diminished my erection, but now I feel a surge of energy being transferred from my brain to my cock.

Megan is still naked except for the collar the leash is attached to, cuffs on her ankles and wrists, and her heels. The blond I had affectionately dubbed as "Legs" earlier follows her mistress' lead with her head up and her eyes down in submission. She holds her arms behind her back in a box formation, her hands holding the opposite forearm.

Dr. Rutherford snaps her fingers as her hand comes down, her index finger pointing to a spot on the floor, and Megan quickly and gracefully sinks to her knees on that spot, her hands never coming out from their place behind her to help maintain balance. She does not look up, simply kneels where directed.

Now the two doctors and my Mistress are between my legs, and I feel several hands on my ass and lower back.

"Oh he'll take a big one, look at that!" Dr. Rutherford exclaims. "You say this is his first time?"

"Yes, I've never penetrated him before this." Roxanne's voice is alive with excitement.

"Let's get one going in him," the Captain says, a little impatience evident in her voice.

"I'm not sure he's..." Roxanne speaks up, but is cut off.

"Nonsense," Dr. Erikson says and I hear a drawer sliding open. "The way he's taken your fingers so quickly means his anus is very pliable, there won't be any problems."

"Still, shouldn't we..."

"Shhh, darling it'll be okay," Dr. Rutherford says as I feel her fingers begin to pinch my ass painfully.

Another knock on the door and it opens slightly as Nia peeks in. "The clinic doors are locked, Mistress." Why not? Bring the whole frikkin' clinic in here to see this! Dr. Erikson's comment about humiliating me bounces off one side of my brain and then the other.

The redhead motions her into the room and points towards Megan. The cute little receptionist quickly unbuttons her blouse and removes it and then unhooks the waistband of her skirt and steps out of it. She sinks naked to the floor to kneel next to Megan, making sure her knee touches the other woman's knee. Her arms go behind her, exposing her cute little breasts.

I close my eyes. This is too much for me and I'm ever so thankful that Mistress has removed the cage or I think permanent damage would just have occurred.

"Here, lube this up quick," Dr. Erikson says, a little out of breath.

"That's too big!" Roxanne protests.

"Let me in there, I can work it in," Dr. Rutherford says as I feel bodies moving between my legs and the tip of something hard against my sphincter. I start to pull against the ropes that hold my wrists out in front of me and look back to see the two doctors between my legs with my Mistress behind them trying to see what's going on.

"No! Please! Mistress, don't let them do this!"

"There's a gag in the second drawer down, Roxy. You need to silence your mutt," Dr. Rutherford says as I feel the tip of the dildo enter my ass.

"A gag?" Mistress says sounding a little flustered. "He'll be okay, I'm sure..."

"Don't argue, Roxy!" Dr. Erikson says rather brusquely, "Just take care of it. You want to be a Domme don't you? This is how it's done." I watch my wife go to the drawer and pull out a big black rubber ball gag and look at it before looking up at me. I'm not sure I've seen that look on her face before, and I search my memory for what it might mean.

"Nia!" Dr. Erikson says loud enough to scare me and both female slaves kneeling near the door. "Get up here and calm the man-slave. Do what you have to to settle him down."

"Yes Mistress," Nia responds instantly as she rises up gracefully and steps over to the exam table I'm stretched across. I feel Roxanne's hand on my neck and I lift my head to allow the gag into my mouth and then lower it again to facilitate her buckling it. She caresses my cheek and then my head.

"Come on Roxy, you need to be the one to do this," Dr. Rutherford says, as I feel the head of the dildo begin to work its way inside of me.

I put my head down on the crinkled and ripped up paper cover of the cushioned exam table and look towards the wall. I don't want to see anything anymore. I don't want to feel anything anymore. I just want to please Roxanne now. I want her to be proud of me. I certainly don't want to embarrass her in front of these women. I'm not too sure they can embarrass me any further, only cause me pain. I won't struggle unless I sense that it will please Roxanne.

A gentle hand touches my shoulder and I feel hair touching my cheek.

"It's okay, slave," Nia whispers in my ear, "My Mistress is very good at this. Just try to relax." I feel her hand caressing my shoulder and back, and then her other hand combs through my hair and strokes my forehead, wiping sweat from my brow.

"Shhh," she whispers, "there you go, just relax your muscles." I feel her breasts against my back and I close my eyes. She pulls back slightly so only her erect nipples graze my flesh. Her fingers are still brushing the hair near my forehead and I feel a lot of tension flowing out of me at her soothing touch. I know I just said I didn't want to see anything any more, but the image of Nia, naked next to me, fills my mind. Closed eyes or not, I see her there, stroking me, holding me, comforting me.

I can't get a breath, lying here, bent over and gagged. I feel the flanged end of the dildo touch the skin at the entrance of my asshole and know I've been fully penetrated. The shaft is withdrawn and re-inserted and I have a feeling the real fucking is about to begin.

Nia must sense my labored breaths and pulls the gag away from my mouth as far as she can. The black ball can only be moved a little bit, but it helps.

"Breathe slave," she whispers in my ear. "Breathe." Her naked flesh is pressed against mine as she reaches over to pull outward on the gag so I can breathe; her warmth so welcome in the cold exam room. I feel a stream of saliva oozing down my cheek as I try to take some deep breaths through the opening Nia has provided me.

"Good Roxy, you've got it, it's a rhythm right? Just as you like to get fucked, that's how you use him, too."

I hear Roxanne giggle and my cock gets a little harder. I feel a hand on my penis, pulling it down between my outstretched legs. It hurts, and I strain to lift my ass to relieve that pressure but the hand continues to pull down and back so that my erect penis is pointing un-naturally towards the floor. I don't know what hurts more, the tugging on my cock or the dildo being repeatedly pressed into my ass. It seems that the women inflicting these abuses are suddenly competing for that distinction.

"We need to drain this thing so he's not enjoying himself so much," Dr. Erikson says.

"Drain him?" Roxanne asks. "Like jerk him off...or what?" She's unsure of herself, and I feel badly for her. It explains the look I saw on her face a moment ago. Roxanne is unsure of herself and maybe unsure of what's happening in this room! Is she beginning to understand that she's not in control anymore? Has that fact finally made it through the lust soaked membranes in her head? It was clearly apparent to me five minutes ago when she was wedged out of the action between my legs and given peripheral jobs to do.

"Get a slave to suck him off," Dr. Rutherford suggests.

A noise beside me attracts my attention and I turn my head to see Megan moving forward, her arms stretched out in front of her on the floor and her head coming down to touch the floor between her arms. This raises her shapely ass into the air, a sight that makes my breathing difficult once again.

"What is it, slave? You wish to speak?" Dr. Rutherford barks out.

"This slave will relieve the man-slave if it pleases you, Mistress," Megan says.

"No!" Dr. Rutherford shouts. "If I wanted his seed in your mouth I would've told you to do it. You fucking cum-slut!" The doctor takes a step towards Megan and the beautiful woman slides forward so that her naked body is flat on the floor, her arms outstretched and her legs apart. Her forehead touches the floor. I've seen this position on the web...I think it was an apology position or something. When a slave knew it had done something to really displease its owner, and simply saying 'I apologize' was not going to be sufficient, this position was taken as a way of asking for punishment.

Dr. Rutherford pulls open the same drawer that the gag had been taken out of and pulls out a flogger. She steps around Roxanne and Samantha and lifts her arm as she approaches Megan.

"Damn you, slave!" Her arm comes down and lays a viscous blow across Megan's back with the flogger. I see strips of red on her back as the flogger comes down onto her flesh a second time.

"Thank you Mistress!" Megan cries out from her prone position on the floor.

Nia's fingers touch the top of my head and my jaw and I feel her moving my head so that I face the wall again. She leans in close, pressing her warm body against mine.

"Let's not watch Slave Megan right now, Daniel." She pets my head and I feel tender kisses on my hair.

Ah fuck! God that hurts! The dildo ramming my ass is forced into me with determination several times causing shots of pain deep inside. I think Nia sees something in my expression because she's hugging me closely now, the sensation of her nakedness against me alleviating some of the pain I'm trying to process. Behind me I hear the flogger strike flesh several more times.

"Who's still here?" Samantha asks. "Where's Brenda? Maybe she has someone here still."

The flogging stops. "She was seeing Connie and Chelsea, but they're lesbians so I doubt they'd be much help," Dr. Rutherford offers.

"Hey, a slave is a slave," Dr. Erikson counters as she begins to jerk the dildo back and forth quickly in my ass, making me squirm and buck against my bonds.  A sudden shot of pain causes me to cry out, but the ball wedged between my teeth muffles the sound.

"Roxy, go see if you can find Dr. Keithly, she'd be the only other doctor here now."

"I should really stay with Danny," my wife says with some strength to her voice now. Good, mistress! You put your foot down now!

"It'll just take a second. He's safe with us, now go, hurry and see if they're still here. Go on now."

I turn my head back to see my mistress moving towards the door, stepping over Megan's outstretched body and then looking back at me. There's that look again. Shit.  She's afraid to speak up to these women, and that really scares me.

"All fours," Dr. Rutherford orders and Megan quickly rises to her hands and knees facing the table I'm bound to. The Domme lays two incredibly harsh blows across Megan's arched back that would have had me screaming for my life if they'd been directed my way. But Megan merely closes her eyes, takes in a quick breath, and then breathes out.

"Thank you, Mistress!" she cries out, the tone of her voice shocking me in that she sounds so sincere, as if the Captain had just given her the most wonderful gift.

"You're quite welcome, dear," says the doctor in the Army fatigues as she turns towards me with that flogger and sort of holds the strands taut.

"Move out of the way, Nia," she commands seconds before the flogger strands flick out of her hand and strike the flesh of my ass and waist.

My side explodes in pain, but having seen what Megan just endured; I bite down on the ball gag and hold back the scream that wants to explode from behind the gag.

Damn these fucking bitches! This is not what Roxanne brought me here for, and now it's all gotten out of control. Where's my wife now? Running around the clinic looking for someone to suck my cock? Fucking bullshit! They're manipulating her and now I'm alone in the room with them!

Another lash comes down right over my lower back and I grip the ropes holding my wrists to keep from crying out. Nia is close to my head, caressing my shoulders and neck with little frantic movements, not really sure how she can help me endure, and not realizing how much comfort she is giving me. Just the scent of her perfume, and the warmth of her body so close to me is of some little comfort and I am so grateful for it.

Dr. Rutherford, or should I say, Mistress Rutherford, continues to pull back on the flogger strands until they are stretched tight and then releasing them to rain pain down upon my outstretched body.  Meanwhile, Dr. Erikson kneels behind me, continuing to ream me with the dildo, while roughly amusing herself with my genitals.  My only hope is that Mistress can find Sunflower soon and get back here.  But even then, I know things will not get any better for me, only worse.