Before she could stop herself, Sara blurted out in her most sarcastic voice, “Of course, he’s been a perfect gentleman.”
While that brought a laugh from the visitors, Lucas grabbed Sara around the upper arm. “Ah there’s that smart mouth I was telling you boys about. She’s having a hard time learning to control it,” he said as he dragged Sara by the arm over to the desk chair. “Perhaps its time for some consequences.” He sat back down in his big leather desk chair and pulled her forward across his lap. Lucas pushed his chair back from his desk and then swiveled it sideways. By doing this he gave Kyle and Devin a perfect shot of her naked ass and pussy. “I’ve been promising Ms. Sara some smacks on this white ass of hers. This’ll just take a minute.”
While she was laying across his lap, Lucas reached up with his left hand and grabbed a hold of one of her exposed nipples. They were so sore and swollen from the day before, that just that caused Sara to groan. Lucas continued to roll the nipple between his finger and thumb as he flipped her skirt up on to her back. “I believe I owe you three smacks from yesterday alone and the one you just earned,” he said as he reached back and laid a hard smack against her right cheek. Sara hollered and lurched forward, which caused Lucas to pull on her nipple harder. “Just 3 more to go kitten, " Lucas said as he slid his hand down her ass and cupped her pussy. He gave her lips a squeeze, then pulled back and struck again. This time after the slap, he not only pulled her nipple but also slid two fingers into her cunt. And he laughed, “Sara, Sara, Sara… you’re not supposed to enjoy this. Doesn’t work as a very good punishment if you like it so much.” And he smacked her again and he fucked her with his fingers again. And then one last time. Sara couldn’t breathe – her ass hurt so bad but he had his fingers in her pussy and he was slowly sliding them in and out, twisting and probing before drawing them back out. “Such a lovely, tight wet hole you have, Ms. Sara.”
“Look what I’m dealing with here boys,” Lucas said as he pulled his wet fingers out of her cunt and held them up for the men to see. “She says she doesn’t want it but she sure gets wet quick enough. Seems like such a waste,” he said in a humor filled voice. “Devin – didn’t you tell us at that stripper party in Vegas last year how much you liked eating pussy?” Lucas asked.
Devin responded, “Fuck yes. I love it. I’m about to blow a lode over here just watching you work her cunt. It’s a beautiful view.”
Lucas unceremoniously lifted Sara off of his lap. He stood, and controlling her by her upper arms, pushed her to front of the desk. “Sara has something she’d like to give you, Devin,” Lucas said and positioned Sara so she was perched on the edge of the desk. “Sit on the desk, Ms. Sara, and show the boys how excited you are to see them.”
Sara did as she was told and before she could even process how it had happened she was sitting on Lucas’s desk, naked breasts and hard nipples jutting out and with her extremely wet pussy right in the faces of the men. “Here you go Devin, knock yourself out,” Lucas said in husky voice. “But she’s not allowed to come so don’t be too good.” All three men had massive erections visible through their pants.
“Damn, this the best business meeting I’ve ever had,” Devin said as he moved his chair forward. Grabbing an ankle in each hand and placing her feet on the arms of his chair, Devin grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy toward his face. Sara was forced to lean back on her hands.
“Sara, tell Devin what you want him to do,” Lucas ordered. Flush with shame and lust, Sara at first couldn’t find her voice. But her sore ass reminded her that she didn’t have a choice. “Lick my cunt, please,” Sara said. “Fuck me with your tongue.“As she said the words she felt her juices dripping down the crack of her ass.
Needing no more invitation, Devin went to work on her wet cunt. He licked her hard, lapping up all the juices she was producing. He didn’t go as slowly as the woman from the night before but there was far more pressure and biting. When he moved up and started sucking on her clit, Sara tried not to moan. She tried to think of anything else but what this man was doing to her cunt. Then she looked up to see both Lucas and Kyle watching her and she shuddered with disgust…and she felt like she was about to explode. A deep moan escaped her throat as she threw her head back and pushed her feet against the chair, arching her back.
“Whoa, that’s it Devin,” Lucas said. “You’re too good apparently, or she’s too fucking sensitive,” he laughed as the other man pulled back from her cunt, wiped his face on her inner thigh and scooted his chair back. “Well I’ve had a lot of practice,” Kyle laughed. “But that is the juiciest twat I’ve licked in a long time. I’d like to get more of that one soon.” Lucas nodded, “Yeah, soon. Anything for my best client. "
Turning to Kyle, Lucas said, “Well Kyle, your boss here got something. Seems only fair we get you taken care of. Ms. Sara, look at the erection your little performance up there has given Kyle. We can’t have him leaving here unsatisfied. That’d be bad business.” Lucas wore that cruel, sexy grin Sara had already grown to hate. “Get down on your knees and take care of that.”
Sara started to protest. She hadn’t laid eyes on this man until 15 minutes ago and now she was supposed to put him in her mouth? One look at Lucas told her she had better not hesitate further – though she wasn’t sure how this could get any worse. Sara dropped to her knees and came face to face with Kyle’s hard on. “Suck his dick, Sara,” Lucas ordered. She reached out and grabbed Kyle’s large cock and put the tip in her mouth. “You’ve got 5 minutes to get him off or there will be further consequences.” Not wanting to find out what those would be, Sara shoved the man’s dick all the way down her throat as she used her hands on the base of his penis.
She was just getting into a rhythm when Lucas said, “Wait. Stop.” Both Sara and Kyle were startled and looked up at Lucas. “Come here,” Lucas said as he grabbed her. “Kyle come sit on the couch,” hes ordered, indicating the end of the couch.
Once Kyle was seated, Lucas pushed Sara toward that end. “Suck his dick from here,” he said as he pushed her over the arm of the couch. As Kyle’s shaft slid back through her lips, Sara felt the cold air on her cunt. “Spread your legs,” Lucas ordered. Sara did as she was told, knowing full well that both of her holes were now stretched out to be fully visible.
She tried to concentrate on what she was doing because she feared Lucas’s threat. But the rocking motion on her clit against the arm of the couch and Kyle’s pulling on her nipples were causing her to come closer and closer to orgasm. Kyle too was about to come, well under the deadline, when she heard a zipper being pulled down. She dropped Kyle’s dick as she swung her head around to see what was happening. The man let out a wail of protest. “Fuck, put that back in your mouth,” Kyle moaned as grabbed her head to shove himself into her mouth. But not before Sara saw Lucas’s cock. She whimpered with humiliation.
“I’m gonna give you something to whimper about Sara dear,” Lucas said as without any hesitation he shoved his cock as far inside of her as he could manage. “Keep sucking that dick Sara, were going to have a merger of sorts,” he laughed as he fucked her hard by pulling back and forth on her hips. The sound of Devin jacking off in the chair was burning in Sara’s ears.
“Fucking one guy with your mouth and another one shoved up your cunt, with a third guy jacking off to your show,” Lucas snarled as he pumped her harder. “And your cunt is tighter and wetter than any I’ve ever fucked. I guess I’m going to have to think of some other way to punish you, my little slut,” Lucas said and he slapped Sara on the ass one more time. And an orgasm ripped through Sara as Kyle exploded in her mouth.
It was 5:30am and Sara was lying on the beautiful outdoor bed by her pool. She hadn’t slept all night. Partially a function of her napping the afternoon before and mostly due to the humiliating – and exhilarating – experience she had endured in Lucas’ office, sleep had proved impossible. She’d spent the night staring at the stars and wondering what the hell was wrong with her.
In the last two days, she had been displayed to, licked, stroked, pinched, sucked on, bitten, ogled, penetrated and/or deeply fucked by no less than 8 people. Not to mention that she had now had in her mouth the penises of two men she didn’t know. And she hated it… she really and truly hated what was happening to her…she did.
But there was one coping mechanism many people possessed that Sara didn’t – denial. She found it impossible to lie to herself. And the truth was, her body had responded to this treatment in a way it had never responded to any other stimulation. The orgasms she had experienced – the ones she had been ALLOWED to experience – were not something she even knew the human body could produce. Even thinking about them now, she felt her abdominal muscles clench and wetness spread between her thighs.
She thought back to the words Lucas spoke in the airport. At the time she was completely freaked out and couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. Now, however, she was remembering him going on about her always being in control. It was absolutely true, she managed every part of her life… and a lot of other people’s as well actually. No one questioned her; certainly no one told her what to do. And she liked it that way, didn’t she? Of course she did. She was completely capable of taking care of herself… and everyone else if that’s what was necessary. She never wanted to be the kind of person that waited around for someone to give her directions.
Yet, when Lucas ordered her to put his cock in her mouth, or to put herself on display or to let total strangers – a woman no less! – lick her pussy… “Oh my god,” Sara moaned to herself. Her nipples were straining against the fabric of her top, aching to be touched and she could feel her arousal like a flame between her legs.
Lucas was right, she did want someone else to be in control. This definitely explained a lot about her heretofore mediocre sex life. Her partners had been wonderfully thoughtful and attentive men, who respected her. Most of them had actually seemed pretty content to let her direct the action… a continuation of the way they experienced her outside of the bedroom. And the sex had been good… well, it’d been fine. It had been how it was SUPPOSED to be – two people engaged in a mutually respectful act.
As she thought about it now, it occurred to her though that she’d always been attracted to men who were much bigger than her, older than her, and definitely those who seemed to possess some power. Apparently her basic sexual instincts were to be with someone who could do whatever they wanted and she would be powerless to stop them. She wanted to be taken… it was just that no one had done it… until now. She groaned, and curled into a fetal position. So she was, after all, a pervert. “Just fucking great!” she said aloud.
Tired of laying there and eager to think of something else, really anything else, Sara stripped off her clothes from the night before and jumped into the pool naked. She swam furious laps in an effort to empty her mind and exhaust her body. She’d made this deal, she had 28 days to go and she would have to grin and bear it. Her body could keep betraying her, and she wouldn’t ever be able to deny to herself that she was a perverted freak, but once she got off this island she could go back to acting like a normal person. Just 28 days to go…
By 6:30 Sara was calmer and ready to face her day. Stepping into her room, she was unsurprised to see the ubiquitous “note on the bench.” No clothes this time, just the note. Sara noticed that her hand shook slightly as she reached down to pick it up. Fear or excitement?
“Work requires my full attention today, so your enjoyment of my charms will just have to wait until tomorrow. I promise, I will make it up to myself. You are free to do as you like today, however you do have an appointment with my physician at 1pm. Ben will collect you at 12:30. Feel free to choose whatever you wish to wear from the closet. House rules of course apply as always. The only one touching your sweet cunt today better be the doctor. Tomorrow…”
Sara stared at the note for a long time. She experienced a huge wave of relief that she wouldn’t be seeing Lucas today. On the other hand, her stomach clenched at what she took as a threat to make up for a lost day. Given what she had already experienced at his hands and under his control, her mind raced with the possibilities of what tomorrow could hold. “Of course, that’s what he wants,” Sara thought bitterly. “The fear of the unknown and all that crap.” Yet, she knew it was working.
And a doctor’s appointment? What in the world could this be about and why would the doctor be touching her “there”? Sara shook her head and tossed the note back on the bench. It wasn’t as if she could refuse to go, and the appointment was hours away. She was determined to get out of this house and explore the grounds and, most importantly, the beach. But she would start her exploring in the closet.
Opening the door to the large closet, Sara flipped on the light. What she found in the closet surprised her. Given what she had already been provided to wear, she expected to find a room full of small, tight, revealing clothes. Instead, the closet was fairly well stocked with tasteful – if somewhat brief – sundresses, short athletic skirts designed for hiking or other outdoor pursuits, and tank tops. There was a set of drawers at the back of the closet. Opening the top drawer, Sara found it full of bathing suits – most skimpy enough to be considered lewd, but at least they were there. Oddly, the bottom three drawers were locked. There were no undergarments to be found anywhere.
Grabbing a bathing suit bottom, a skirt and a tank top Sara headed to the bathroom to clean and dress for her adventure outside. She thrilled at the small victory of wearing the bikini bottoms as underwear and smiled to herself. She was going to make good on her determination to make the most of these next 28 days. There was a beautiful island to be explored, delicious food, books she never had time to read and sleep to be caught up on. Most importantly, she wasn’t going to think about Lucas… or Ty or Kyle or Devin or… “Stop it, goddamit!” Sara said out loud. “Get your ass outside and think about something else!”
By 11:30, as Sara dropped in a chair on the patio, she was exhausted. She’d walked at least 4 miles on the beach and played in the waves of the small surf. Her mind was calm and her body tired and she knew her leg muscles would be satisfyingly sore tomorrow. She removed her shoes and went inside to shower and change. She picked a light blue sundress from the closet and another bikini bottom to wear as underwear to her appointment. To her slight dismay, the only bottoms available were thongs… but they would have to do.
A beautiful lunch was on the table when she came out of the bathroom and Sara once again marveled at the silence with which the “staff” moved around the house. Having skipped breakfast she was however too hungry to think for too long about the people who managed the house. She dug into lunch and had just finished when a large shadow fell over her.
“Good Afternoon, Sara. It’s a pleasure to see you again,” Ben said as he smiled down on her.
Sara immediately felt her face flush and she quickly cast her eyes back at her plate. “Hello Ben,” she said quietly.
Ben chuckled a little and then extended a hand to help her up. “Don’t be like that Sara. You are an absolutely gorgeous woman. You should be proud of ALL of your assets and your talents. I am honored to have witnessed such a thing of beauty,” he said seriously. “I like a woman who knows how to take care of herself. Now come along. We have an appointment to get to.”
Though she was shocked by his words and his kindness… and frankly a little suspicious of it…Sara took his hand.
“We’ll be taking the regular car today. Sorry, no fancy limo ride this time,” Ben bantered as they made their way through the house and to the driveway. The “regular” car was in fact a beautiful black Mercedes that practically reeked of wealth and opulence. The back seat was the softest leather she had ever felt and she found herself stroking it idly as she gazed out the window.
“Short ride this morning.” Ben said as he pulled the car into a gravel driveway not 10 minutes from the hacienda.
The doctor’s “office” looked suspiciously like a house. Sara was already feeling nervous about this odd appointment and seeing a doctor in this setting was causing alarm bells to go off. “This is the office?” she asked fearfully.
“Yep. Dr. Ng is only here to treat Mr. Lucas and whomever Mr. Lucas asks him to treat. Mostly, he’s here for check ups and emergencies Lucas may have. So there’s really no need for a fancy doctor’s office,” Ben explained as he parked the car. “But don’t worry, he IS a real doctor even if he doesn’t act like one most times.”
Ben escorted Sara through the front door of the house. As they entered, he called out, “Hey Doc, we’re here!” They waited for a few moments and when there was no response Ben directed her to a room off to the right. “Have a seat on the couch there. I’ll go see if I can find him.”
Sara took a seat on a large rattan couch in a sunny room overlooking the sea. Just as she sat down and began to look around Ben returned, followed by a semi-wet man in a bathing suit. “Sara,” the man said as he reached out to shake her hand. “My apologies. I was just getting in a few laps and lost track of time. I’ll go change and be back in a minute.”
“That’s Doc, by the way,” Ben said as the man jogged down the hallway.
“I kind of guessed that, thanks,” Sara said in a friendly way as she stared after the man. He was tall – were all the men on this island tall? – and had the lean muscular body of a swimmer. Sara guessed him to be about 40 or maybe a little older but with the physique of someone 10 years younger. His hair was salt and pepper and he looked like he forgot to shave that morning. He was, in a word, beautiful.
“I leave you in good hands,” Ben said as he headed toward the door. “I’ll be back to pick you up in an hour or so. Be good.”
Sara sat on the couch and fidgeted as her anxiety grew. She was surprised to notice that she had grown more comfortable in Ben’s presence and his leaving made her nervous. What kind of a doctor greeted his patients wearing a bathing suit? She got it that life on an island was different, but this was really weird.
“Ah, now here we go,” Doc said as he came back into the room. This time he was wearing a short sleeved tropical print shirt and thin cotton tan pants. “I am really sorry about that. Not very professional of me, I know,” he apologized as he reached down and place both of her hands between his large hands. “Forgive me?”
“Of course,” Sara said with a shy smile. She couldn’t help but be charmed by this man. “I was not offended. And it isn’t as if I have anywhere else to be,” she joked.
“I suppose that’s true now isn’t it?” Doc said thoughtfully but with a grin on his face. He cocked his head to the side. “How are you doing with all of this anyway? You must be pretty overwhelmed, huh?” he asked with what seemed to be genuine interest.
Sara started to answer but stopped when she realized there were tears in her eyes and they would be in her voice as well. First Ben and now this guy being nice to her was really too much to take after two days of orders and humiliation. Sensing her discomfort, Doc put both her hands in one of his and patted them with the other one. “Wait – before you answer – let me get us a drink,” he said as he walked off.
What? A drink? Well, this was the most interesting doctor’s appointment of Sara’s life. Doc returned in minutes with a two tall glasses. “Tequila sunrise,” he declared as he handed her one of the glasses. “More Florida than South Pacific but a person likes what they like, yes?” Doc smiled at her and touched their glasses together. “To new discoveries,” he toasted.
Confused and nervous, but oddly soothed by his friendliness, Sara lifted her glass to him and took a long drink. It wasn’t normally her thing to drink at one o’clock in the afternoon, and she never drank tequila, but hell, she never did most of the things she’d done over the last 2.5 days. The drink felt cold and delicious going down.
“So, where were we?” Doc asked. “Ah yes, I believe I asked how you were adjusting to your unique stay on our beautiful island.”
“It IS beautiful,” Sara replied. “I enjoyed a nice walk on the beach today, and the pool and ocean are amazing. Let’s just say, I am enjoying the environment.”
“But not the company, I assume you mean,” Doc said as took a seat next to her on the couch. He was close, but comfortably close… the way you would sit next to an old friend. “I suppose that having the rug pulled out from under you as you did has made you feel less than charitable toward your host.”
“That’s a polite way of putting it, yes,” Sara laughed despite herself.
“If it’s any consolation, Lucas is quite smitten with you. I can tell,” Doc said.
Sara’s head jerked up and she stared him right in his beautiful green eyes. “What?” she exclaimed incredulously.
“Oh, sorry. I meant he’s smitten with parts of you,” Doc explained with a sad smile. “I’ve known him quite a long time and I’ve never heard him go on so about any woman’s body the way he has yours. Perhaps that is some small comfort?”
“Well… I guess… no, not actually,” Sara stammered. “I mean, I guess its better than hearing he thinks I’m disgusting and he’s going to take back all the money and send me home penniless. But I would prefer he just decide he’d humiliated me and used me enough and just send me home now.” Sara was angry with herself for the self-pity in her voice.
Doc chuckled a little. “Hate to be the one to tell you, but that is definitely not going to happen,” he said shaking his head. “You’re in this for the long haul, my dear. Lucas has made it clear to me that he intends to make the most of the rest of this month.” He reached up and gently grabbed her chin, making him look up at her. “But you’re a tough cookie, I can tell already. You’ll be able to handle this.”
Sara smiled back at him shyly. The tequila had already gone to her head a little, she was relaxing and feeling warm and maybe a little falsely courageous. “I’ll survive him. I promise you that,” she said defiantly.
“That’s the spirit!” Doc said as he idly played with a lock of her hair. He sighed deeply, then reached out for her hand. “Now, finish your drink and let’s get on with this appointment so you can get back to enjoying the island and I can have another drink… or six.”
Sara turned the glass up and drained it. She shuddered at the taste of tequila toward the bottom of the glass.
“Not much of a drinker, huh?” Doc laughed. “I’m too much of one myself, so it’s nice to see a novice in action.” He took her glass from her and placed it on the coffee table. Grabbing her hand again he pulled her up off the couch.
“Let’s head back to the examining room, be it what it may,” he said as he led her through the house.
“This is my personal house, but I’ve turned one bedroom into an exam room. I generally only see Lucas as a patient, but every now and again I get another patient or two. So, I apologize for the informality of the setting.” His talking, and the tequila, putting her more at ease.
Doc opened the door to a large room at the back of the house. It was clearly once a bedroom with a large bathroom attached to it. It had been converted to a doctor’s office with a standard examination table and a credenza on which all the normal “doctor stuff” was laid out. In one corner there was what Sara assumed was a portable X-ray machine. In another corner, there were two upholstered chairs sat at right angles to one another. All in all- it wasn’t all that different than a normal examination room.
“Let’s have a seat and a chat,” Doc said indicating the chairs. Sara sat down and relished being able to cross her legs. As she did so with defiant glint in her eye, Doc took the opposite seat and, watching her, he laughed out loud. “Taking your victories were you can are you my dear?” he asked with a smile.
Sara blushed hard, understanding fully that this man knew exactly what she had been experiencing. “Yes, I suppose. It’s nice to be able to be in control for at least a little while,” she said quietly. So maybe he knew the rules, but did he know exactly what she’d been forced to do since arriving on the island? The thought of this mortified her…and excited her.
“I’m sure it is,” Doc said. “Now to business. You may be wondering why you’re here. Obviously, Lucas has a vested interest in your health, sexual and otherwise. Prior to choosing you for this ‘internship’,” at this Doc made air quotes, “Lucas had your medical history researched. So in fact he, and therefore I, already know most everything about your medical history that’s important for your stay here.”
Sara knew she shouldn’t be shocked by this, yet once again she felt completely violated. She stared silently at the man in front of her and willed herself to not scream at him. There was seemingly nothing about her that was private. If not for the liquid courage of the tequila, this moment might have been her emotional undoing.
“I know, I know,” Doc said as he shook his head. “Completely unethical, immoral, and despicable. But, that’s the way it is. No use getting angry about it at this point. If I were a better person I would report myself to the Medical Association. Alas, I like my life here. It has its perks,” Doc said slyly. Sara got the distinct impression he was in fact not ashamed or sorry in the least.
“Moving on. Why are we here then? Excellent question.” Doc continued. “It is my job to ensure that you stay in good health while you’re here and most importantly, that you not find yourself, ‘with child’ shall we say, by the end of the month. No one wants that… least of all Lucas.”
Suddenly the doctor’s appointment made a whole lot more sense to Sara. “Ah, I see,” she said quietly, seething with anger “Since you two completely violated every law of medicine, privacy and human decency by accessing my medical records, you know I am taking birth control pills… and trust me, I haven’t missed any because the person who wants that ’least of all’ is ME. I certainly don’t want a demon spawn.”
Doc laughed loudly and reached out to touch her hand. “Yes, THAT’S the spunk Lucas was talking about. I too like a woman with a little fire in her belly,” he said. “I appreciate your anger and that you can take care of your own health, but better safe than sorry. We’re going to go ahead and give you an IUD to make sure nothing dumb happens while you stay here with us,” Doc explained. “That way everybody is happy and there are no demon spawns to worry about.”
“And if I say no?” Sara challenged.
Doc suddenly looked very serious and all of the jovialness left his voice. “You don’t have a choice in this Sara,” he said sternly, taking on the persona she more closely associated with a physician. “I know you’re a smart girl and you’re just testing your boundaries. I like you, but don’t mistake my friendliness and fondness for you as some sort of weakness.”
Sara looked away and swallowed hard. The alcohol made her calmer but his tone and attitude was a stark reminder of her situation. “I understand sir,” she said quietly.
“Good,” he said far less harshly. “Now, I understand that to this point only Lucas has actually fucked you, yes?
Sara startled at the question and his non-professional language. “Yes,” she replied warily.
“To put your mind at ease, I want you to know that he is disease free,” Doc said adopting a professional manner. “But while he hasn’t shared your cunt with anyone yet, I can promise you he will. I want to reassure you that if – when – that happens, they will have been medically cleared or he will make them use a condom. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Sara said through her humiliation and shame. “But I don’t want that. I don’t want him and I certainly don’t want him to ‘share’ me,” she mumbled.
“I hear that honey, but that ship has sailed my dear,” Doc said as he stood up abruptly. “What you want or don’t want is not relevant when it comes to Lucas. Besides, from what I understand, your mouth says one thing and your body another.” Doc looked at her for a long moment. “Speaking of that body, let’s get this examination under way, shall we?” He turned from her and walked over to the examination table. “Come on over here.”
Sara stood and walked toward the table slowly as her legs were weak from the anger, shame and alcohol. She didn’t want this man to examine her. How did she even know he was a doctor? Her thoughts raced but she realized, as was always the case on this damn island, she had no real choices. The situation was out of her control.
She moved to the table and sat on the edge. Doc came out of the bathroom drying his hands.“I’m going to do a full exam, to make sure everything is in working order. I just want you to be aware,” he said dryly. Gone was the friendly manner with which he had comforted her earlier. “Remove your dress,” he ordered.
“Don’t you have a gown for me to put on?” Sara said looking around the room in a something of a panic.
“No Sara, there’s no reason for modesty here. Take off your dress,” he said impatiently.
Sara stood up from the examining table and reluctantly pulled her dress over her head. She stood in front of him wearing only the thong bikini bottoms she had put on in defiance of Lucas. Looking anywhere but at the doctor, Sara felt her whole body blush as he assessed her with a very non-clincal gaze.
“Lucas won’t be happy to hear about the bikini, Ms. Sara,” Doc said gruffly. Sara started to remove them, but Doc reached out and grabbed her hand. “Oh, I didn’t say I didn’t like them. You leave them on for me, honey. Makes my job a little more fun,” He said as looked her up and down. “You are a sight for sore eyes.”
“Turn around and face the table for me and raise your arms above your head,” the doctor said. Sara complied. She gasped audibly as she felt him walk up behind her so closely that his chest touched her bare back. He reached around her with both hands and gently cupped both of her breasts.
“Keep your hands up there, Sara. I need to examine your breasts for any abnormalities,” he said in a quiet voice. He squeezed each of her breast firmly, moving his hands around them in a circular motion. “Very firm and healthy tissue,” he whispered into her hair as he moved even closer. She could now feel the front of his legs against the back of hers. “These are amazing, Sara. I’ve examined my fair share of breasts before so I am something of an expert in the field. Truly lovely, sweetheart.” He continued to knead and press his fingers into her tits.
“I assume you do self exams?” he asked. Sara could only nod. “Good, very good. How about these nipples? Have you experienced any loss of sensation in them or are they as responsive as they should be?” he asked as he took each one gently between his index finger and thumb and rolled the already erect tissue. Her nipples were so sensitive from all of the attention they had received recently that even his light touch caused her to gasp and then groan. Her knees buckled and she leaned into the table with her thighs for support.
“Ah yes, Lucas mentioned that they were indeed quite sensitive,” he teased as he continued to squeeze and pinch them. “That’s excellent. Very healthy response. Does nipple manipulation cause you to lubricate, Sara?” he whispered. The combination of his seductive voice and his clinical question confused and aroused Sara. Her head was cloudy and she hesitated to answer.
“Answer me Sara,” he ordered as he pinched her nipples roughly. “Does this make your cunt wet? Is your body preparing you to take a cock deep inside you?”
“Yes, doctor,” she groaned.
“Yes what, Sara?” he asked teasingly.
“Yes, that makes me wet,” she said.
The doctor laughed softly. “Good girl, Sara. That’s a very healthy response.” he said into her ear. “But I’m going to have to check for myself.” The doctor remove his hands from her breast and gently pulled her arms down from where she still held them over her head.
“Jump up there on the table for me so I can exam you,” he said.
Sara reluctantly did as she was told and laid down on the exam table. Doc reached down and pushed a button that elevated the head of the table so she was more sitting than laying. “I don’t want you laying flat. I need to look at your breasts while I’m examining you,” he said.
“Why?” Sara startled, suddenly afraid that he had noticed something abnormal. “Is there something wrong?”
“Oh no,” Doc laughed loudly. “You just have beautiful tits. I may be a doctor but I’m a man too and I want to look at your tits. Its one of those perks of my job.” He moved down to the end of the examination table.
“Now, I apologize, but I don’t see many gals in here, Sara so I don’t have any stirrups. You’re going to have to put your feet on the edge of table,” the doctor said as if he hadn’t just talked about her tits… or felt them up while claiming to examine them.
Sara tried to position herself on the table in the way she normally would at her doctor’s in Iowa. Unfortunately, without a gown or a sheet to cover her and in a seated position this was nothing like a normal examination. Instead she was topless, with her knees bent and her feet on the edge of the table and waiting for a man who had just groped her breasts to give her a pelvic exam. At least she assumed that was what he was going to do.
The doctor pulled over a stool and positioned himself between her legs. “Now, as much as I love them, let’s get these off of you. Lift your ass up sweetheart,” Doc said as he grabbed the waist of her bikini bottoms. Sara complied and he pulled the bottoms over her legs in a manner that was far more intimate than clinical. Once the thong was gone she was left fully exposed to him.
Doc sat down on the stool and gazed directly at her pussy. “Oh, this is lovely,” he sighed. “And so nice to see you weren’t being dishonest with your doctor. So many people lie to their doctors to save themselves from embarrassment. But not you Sara. You really are very wet.” He tore his gaze away from her cunt and looked up at Sara. “Those are some sensitive nipples you’ve got…or maybe you just like me, huh?” the doctor teased. Sara refused to look at him.
“Regardless, you’re lubed up enough all on your own, I won’t even need KY for this,” Doc said. “That’s a nice change.”
Sara laid her head to the side and for what felt like the thousandth time in the last few days felt deep shame and embarrassment. Why was she so aroused? She should be screaming and fighting this man, not sitting here letting him do this to her.
“Since you’ve been such a good and honest girl so far, let me ask you some more questions,” Doc said as he pressed her thighs outward to open her to him even more. When her thighs were as far apart as he could get them, he reached out and caressed her wide open slit, spreading her juices all over her pussy.
“You appear to have a very healthy cunt. In your state of arousal, your labia are nicely swollen and plump and your clitoris is very erect.” As he noted these things clinically he touched each area. Stroking her swollen clit, he asked, “Is your clitoris sensitive enough? Can you have an orgasm by stroking it like this or should I report to the boss you’ll need something more vigorous?”
Sara couldn’t breath enough to answer. His expert fingers were stroking and pinching her most sensitive spot and an orgasm was building quickly. She could feel the wetness on the table beneath her ass.
The doctor removed his hand suddenly. “Sara, I asked you a question,” he said sternly. “I expect answers.”
“Yes, doctor. It’s sensitive,” Sara groaned. “Please don’t touch me there anymore. I can’t stop myself. I’ll get in trouble.”
“You can Sara, and you’d better. This is a medical exam. You need to control yourself. I’ll stop touching you when I am convinced everything is in working order.” Doc grinned at her maliciously as said this, and began again to slowly stroke all along her clit. Sara almost stifled the moan that grew in her throat. “You are indeed a very healthy young woman, Sara. This is a lovely aroused state you’ve worked yourself into. I understand Luke’s enthusiasm.”
Just as Sara’s body could take no more and she started to slip over the edge, the doctor stop his stroking. “Everything seems to be in working order there.” he said dismissively. Sara shuddered.
“Time for the internal examination,” Doc said as he moved his fingers to her opening. Sara opened her eyes in fear and frustration, as he stood up and positioned himself completely between her legs, keeping them spread as far as they’d go. “You’ll feel a little pressure here, Sara,” and he slip one large finger into her cunt. “Very nice. The tissue here is also very responsive. Nice tightness and muscle tone,” he continued on in a very clinical manner as pressed and prodded her. Then he added another finger. “What’s your limit currently, Sara? Does two feel good?”
“Oh god, yes,” she sobbed as she started to thrust her hips toward his hand.
“Keep still,” he ordered gruffly as he put his free hand on her belly to hold her in place. “I’m conducting an examination. How do you expect me to do that if you keep moving?”
Sara whimpered and put her ass back down on the table. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s fine, but don’t move again,” he said as he continued to move his two fingers in and out of her hole. “So two is good. Can you take three?” The doctor inserted a third finger and slip them as far in as they’d go. Sara’s pelvis involuntarily bucked at the sensation of being so filled.
The doctor removed his fingers from her cunt and roughly grabbed both ankles. “Enough. You can’t hold still in this position that’s obvious,” he snarled as he pushed her knees back toward her chest. “Grab your knees and hold them here! Hold those legs open and do NOT move.”
Sara did exactly as she was told. She was holding herself completely open for him and this prevented her from moving her pelvis at all. Holding her knees up against her chest this way caused her nipples to rub against her thighs. She ached with such need, tears filled her eyes.
The doctor went back to work on her cunt. He slowly inserted the three fingers back into her hole and pumped his hand slowly in and out. “I would say three was the acceptable limit. Your muscles pull and suck on three really well. More than that and they’d get fatigued.” The doctor removed the three fingers and reinserted just his index finger.
“Do you know where your G-spot is Sara?” he asked as gently stroked her inside.
“No,” Sara said breathlessly.
“Well, let me introduce you to it,” Doc laughed as he began to push rhythmically in one spot in Sara’s cunt. Sara’s whole world spun and her cunt clinched wildly. Within in 10 seconds, Sara was moaning so loudly the doctor stopped. “Jesus, is there any part of you that isn’t hyper sensitive?” he asked rhetorically as he removed his hand altogether.
“Oh god,” Sara moaned as she curled further into herself. Her whole body ached with need for release.
The doctor looked down on Sara’s completely prone body. “Look at you. You are gorgeous in wantonness. Your nipples are fully erect and swollen, you clit is bright red and begging to be stroked and you are sloppy wet,” he assessed. “God, I wish I could give you the orgasm your body craves. I bet that is something to see,” the doctor said in a husky voice as trailed a finger lightly up around the outside of her cunt. “Alas, its my job just to determine what your body is capable of, not to give you relief. Sorry sweets.”
Sara let the tears fall from her eyes and concentrated on calming her breathing. She let go of her knees and let her legs fall over the end of the table, as she waited for her heart rate to fall. This had to be almost over, didn’t it? She couldn’t take any more stimulation or shame.
“I know this is exhausting, Sara. But I promise we’re almost done,” the doctor said as he lowered the head of the table. Sara opened her eyes and looked at him as she felt the table move toward flat. The doctor stood beside her now and idly stroked her stomach from the top of her mound to the bottom of her breasts. When the table was flat he took her hand, “Sit up now, babe,” he said as he pulled her into a sitting position. “Just one more thing before we get this IUD in place and get you on your way.”
Sara was lightheaded and still buzzed from the alcohol and stimulation. She found herself leaning against the doctor for support as she swung her legs over the side of the table. “What else? What else do you need to check?” she asked hoarsely.
“Well, by process of elimination I bet you could figure it out,” the doctor said as tipped her face up to look at him. “Our medical investigation has some limits of course, so this part I’ll have to find out the old fashioned way. Asking questions and of course looking for myself. So Sara, do you engage in anal sex?”
Sara groaned audibly. This had been her worst fear in the last three days. Every time Lucas touched her she dreaded what might come next. “Oh god no, Doc. Please. I haven’t, I don’t want to. Please don’t let him make me do that,” she begged without shame. “I can’t do that.”
The doctor looked at her with soft eyes. “I won’t lie to you Sara. Lucas likes to fuck woman up the ass. He’s not obsessed with it, but he really likes it. Having said that, he’s also reasonable and realizes it’s just not enjoyable for some people. Not that he cares so much about your enjoyment you understand, he’s just not into hurting a woman unnecessarily.” The doctor said this with admiration in his voice. It was clear he thought highly of his primary patient. “My job today is to determine what’s possible. So no pleading or begging. You’ll only make me feel bad and when I feel bad, I get angry,” Doc said. “Now let’s have a look. Turnover on the table and get on your hands and knees.”
Sara couldn’t help herself, the tears poured from her eyes as she moved into the position he described. Former lovers had asked her for this before but she was terrified of it. It wasn’t something she understood or desired. She couldn’t imagine making herself so vulnerable to anyone. Just being on her hands and knees with her ass in the air in this office was making her quiver and shake with anxious anticipation of the pain and humiliation to come.
Sara heard the doctor pull on a latex glove as he moved back to the end of the table and stood. He now had a perfect view of both of Sara’s holes. “Have you ever had anything in your anus Sara?” he asked casually.
“No, never,” she stated emphatically.
“Well, here’s to new experiences,” he chuckled as he pulled her ass cheeks apart. “This definitely looks like a virgin hole. If Lucas is going to get his cock in here you’ll definitely need some stretching.” He said this as if he was talking to himself. Sara jumped as she felt the doctor use his gloved finger to spread lube on her hole.
“The secret here Sara is to relax as much as possible. Let me see if I can help,” he said as he began to use his other hand to stroke her clit. Without so much as a thought, Sara pushed against his fingers and moaned loudly. “That’s it, sweetheart,” the doctor encouraged softly as he slowly inserted his finger into her ass.
“Ahhhh, Oh God…” Sara moaned as the sensations of having his finger in her ass mixed with his slowly, rhythmic stroking of her clit.
“Yes, you are so tight here. I expected nothing less,” the doctor said in a soft, lustful voice. “Poor thing, you want to come so badly. The muscles in your cunt and ass are clinching so hard.” He continued to probe around in her ass, moving his finger gently in a slight in-and-out motion. Sara sobbed loudly, though she had to admit to herself that it was from pleasure, not pain.
“Sara my dear, I’m sorry to say this but despite your fears to the contrary, your ass is begging to be fucked,” he said with what was definitely a smile in his voice. “Again, you’ll need to be stretched quite a bit over the next few weeks before you can handle Lucas, but it’s definitely doable. And if I know him he’ll enjoy the process. Yes, Lucas is going to be a happy, happy man.”
Sara cried openly as she squirmed against both of his hands. The sensation of having the doctor’s finger filling her ass was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She was revolted by the pleasure of it and wanted badly for him to remove it but she couldn’t stop her body from rocking against it. God help her, she wanted him to fuck her ass with his finger.
“Please Doc, please stop,” she moaned through her tears. “Please. I can’t take this.”
“Poor, poor baby,” he cooed. “Ah fuck, I’ll have to make it up to Lucas somehow later, but I can’t in good conscience leave a patient like this.” He continued to pump his finger in and out of her ass as he used his left hand to reach up and pinch one of her nipples.
“Do you want me to make you come, Sara? Would you come for me?” he asked her forcefully.
“Oh god… no…” she sobbed. “I mean yes. Please. Jesus, please.”
“Please what?” the doctor asked.
“Please make me come. I need to come. Please,” she begged.
The doctor continued to pump her ass with his finger as he reached between her legs and inserted two fingers from his other hand deep into her cunt. Sara hollered out in ecstasy as the doctor began vigorously tapping a spot on her the front wall of her pussy. Within moments Sara felt all of the muscles in her pelvis beginning to quake and clench.
“That’s it Sara,” the doctor encouraged. “Come for me sweetheart. Come for Doc.”
Unable to stop herself, Sara screamed as her body gave it up and the walls of her cunt and ass squeezed down on the doctor’s fingers and her juices flood over his hand. This was unlike anything she’d ever felt and the force of her orgasm caused her arms to collapse. When it was finally over, she lay on the table with just her ass in the air.
“Ah jesus,” the doctor said with a groan. “That is one of the most fucking beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait until it’s my turn to fuck you. We’re going to have such a good time Sara.”
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“I trust all went well,” Ben said as he met Sara at the front door.
“Sure, fine,” Sara muttered.
“You all right, Sara?”
“I’m fine Ben. Can we please just go? I want to go hom… I want to go back to the house. Please?”
“Yeah, no problem. Of course. Let’s go,” Ben said with too much enthusiasm. “Let’s get you back to the house so you can enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”
Sara sat in the back seat of the car in a daze. After he had blown her world and her body apart with his “examination” Doc had turned into a consummate professional physician. He’d handed her a sheet to cover herself with and went about the job of inserting the IUD. It was quick, professional and expertly done. When it was all over he helped her off the table, letting her cover herself with the sheet and even left the room so he she could get dressed in private. When Sara had gone to get her clothes, she realized that the bikini bottoms were missing. Given everything that had happened in the last hour, she wasn’t about to ask about the garment. However as she left the room, Doc was waiting for her by the couch. He had placed a kiss on the top of her head and said with a very sweet smile,“I’m going to keep the bottoms. They’ll be our little secret.” Sara hadn’t spoken to him on the way out and she could only hope that the doctor would keep everything their “little secret.”
Back at the hacienda, Sara wanted nothing but to go to her room and lay down. She was tired, confused, disgusted and frankly terrified. And she had a growing headache from the tequila. Sara really wasn’t much of a drinker and now she remembered why.
Her headache was not helped in the least by the ping ponging of questions inside her head. What would Lucas do if he found out about her orgasm at the doctor’s office? Should she tell him and beg forgiveness? Or should she pretend it hadn’t happened and hope the doctor wouldn’t say anything? Goddamn it!! she wasn’t about to beg for forgiveness! What happened in that office wasn’t her fault! He’d have to know that, wouldn’t he?
As if that wasn’t enough to make a girl come unglued, there was the fact that the doctor’s probing her in the place she never wanted to be touched had been so mind-blowing. “Anal-play” she knew it was called. She knew some people got off on it, but she’d wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. Ever. To find that it was something she actually enjoyed…well… hell. How many more horrible things was she going to learn about herself on this island? And more pressingly, what was Lucas going to do with this information? A finger in the ass was one thing but she knew all too well how big Lucas was and her bottom was still burning slightly from the doctor’s intrusion. There was no way she wanted or could ever handle actual anal intercourse. Sara had to make sure Lucas knew that. She would have to convince him.
Realizing that she was driving herself crazy and that she really needed some aspirin. Sara picked up the phone in the room and pressed 1. On their way back, Ben had told her if she wanted a snack or needed anything from the kitchen she could just dial 1 and someone would get something for her. “Think of it as your own person room-service,” he had kidded. When a man answered on the other end she requested 3 ibuprofen and a glass of ice tea.
Within in 5 minutes there was a knock on her door. Surprised that they didn’t just let themselves in, as they clearly did when bringing her a meal or one of Lucas’ infernal notes, she opened the door slowly. On the other side was a smiling young man with a traditional sort of food cart. It really WAS like room service. Weird. On the cart was a bottle of ibuprofen, a pitcher of tea with a glass full of ice and a small ice bucket. In addition to what she had asked for there was a plate of small butter cookies.
“I know you didn’t ask for the cookies, but it’s tea time and even if its iced tea you were already having tea so…” the young man said in a rush of breath. He had a very distinct English accent, which made sense, considering the cookies and tea. Sara couldn’t help but laugh.
“I actually love butter cookies,” she said opening the door fully so the young man could wheel the cart inside.
“Would you like this on the patio?”
“Yes, please…?” Sara said leaving him an opening to introduce himself.
“Oh, sorry. Gage. I’m Gage,” he said and held out his hand to her.
Sara took it without hesitation. This was the first person on the island she didn’t feel wary of. She wasn’t sure why, but she just felt an almost immediate comfort with him.
“Well thank you Gage. And if you are the one who brings all of the meals I’ve already eaten, thank you for those as well,” She said as they both walked out to the patio. “You are amazingly quiet.”
Gage grinned at her. “Yep, that’s me. To tell you the truth, I kind of make a game of it. And, I may be wrong, but I think you’re kind of a deep sleeper too, huh?” he asked.
“Well, that’s true. When I sleep, I really sleep. But you’re still good at being quiet. Thank you,“Sara answered.
“It is truly my pleasure. Let me know if you need anything else,” he said as he hurriedly turned to leave.
“It was nice to meet you Gage,” Sara said somewhat sad to see him go so quickly.
Once she had had some caffeine and the headache medicine started to work, Sara decided to distract herself with one of the books Lucas said had been picked out just for her. It actually was a great selection, and she wondered how it had been chosen. “I’m sure he hacked into Amazon and got their recommendations for me,” she thought with irritation. She picked a novel she’d been meaning to read for the last year and went out to the patio.
Engrossed in the book as she was, Sara almost didn’t notice the patio door opening. Finally registering the noise, Sara’s heart raced as she looked up expecting to see Lucas striding out the door. She was greatly relieved when it was once again Ben.
“Hey Sara. Gage said you asked for some medicine. I’m here to check up on you… and to make you an offer,” Ben said as he sat down on the lounge chair next to her.
Sara looked at him skeptically. “I’m fine, I just had a headache but I’m fine now,” she said. “Thanks for checking but I’m good.” This “offer” he mentioned had her very curious and she was feeling more than a little distrustful.
“Good, good. I figured it was something like that or your girl parts hurt from the doctor’s visit or something,” Ben said completely unembarrassed. “I’ll let Lucas know you’re fine.”
“Oh, please do. Please tell him I am just having the time of my life,” she snapped.
Ben just laughed. “I think I’ll just stick with telling him you’re fine. Better for both of us,” he said. “So, the guys and I were wondering if you’d like to have dinner with us?”
Sara was speechless. Who were “the guys” and why did they want to have dinner with her? Was this some sort of set up on Lucas’ part to further use her or share her?
“Um… I don’t know. Why would you ask me that?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. I already asked Lucas and he’s fine with it. It’s just dinner. There are five of us who work around the hacienda and we have dinner and play poker on Monday nights. You met Gage earlier and you already know me, so I thought maybe you’d like to know the other guys. You have to be going kind of stir crazy by yourself,” Ben explained. “It’s just dinner, no big deal, I promise.”
Sara was actually starving and the mention of dinner made it worse. But did she trust Ben enough to do this? He was, after all, the one who hand delivered her to the doctor’s office today. As much as she didn’t want to find herself in any more compromising positions today, and the safe thing would be to just stay here, she really needed to be around some people.
“When?” she asked warily
“In about 45 minutes. Is that good for you?” Ben asked
“Sure. Yeah.” Sara said
“Excellent! I’ll be back in just a little while,” Ben said as he got up to leave.
“I’ll be here,” Sara said sarcastically, to which Ben just laughed.
“You’d damn well better be,” he threw over his shoulder on his way back through the door.
The dinner, Sara had to admit, was a lot of fun. “The guys” had turned out to be funny and kind and not one of them acted in any way inappropriately toward her. There was Ben and Gage, plus Jack, Terry and Bones. They joked around with each other about what was obviously a nickname for Bones, but it was all in good fun. The guys had asked her about herself, her life, and had really seemed to enjoy her company.
After finishing dinner as they set up to play poker, Sara excused herself and headed back to her room. She had always had a lot of male friends and for an hour or so she was able to pretend that that was all these guys were to her… just her friends.
Her enjoyment at dinner had relaxed Sara considerably since her ordeal at the doctor’s office. The jovial conversation and bit of camaraderie had gone a long way toward making her feel almost normal. She realized as she retired to her room that she was pleasantly exhausted. Hanging up her sundress in the closet, Sara slid into bed with her book. Within in minutes she was fast asleep.
Sara had no idea what time it was when she began dreaming that she was laying in a hammock with a gentle breeze blowing across her arm and neck. The feeling was lovely. Unfortunately, she was soon startled awake by the feeling of something heavy resting on her bed. Before she even opened her eyes, she knew it was Lucas. She could smell the unique scent that she now recognized as him. An expensive aftershave subtly applied, worn leather probably from his desk chair or his car..or cars apparently, plus just a hint of coconut that was probably in a lotion he used. In this case though, there was also the smell of liquor. Wherever he’d been, there had definitely been drinking.
“What are you doing?” Sara said with something like fear in her voice though she was so tired it didn’t hold the kind of anger it normally would have. She was laying on her side, turned away from the door. Lucas was sitting with his back to the foot of the bed, so his left thigh was touching her lower back, slowly running his fingers up and down her exposed arm. Disoriented from being awakened from such a deep sleep, she laid perfectly still as she tried to get her bearings.
Lucas gently pushed the sheet away from her body, exposing Sara’s naked back. He softly trailed his fingers down and back up her back, just as he had been doing to her arm moments before. “I just came to check on my new favorite toy,” he said quietly. “I didn’t meant to wake you. " His voice was heavy with a certain level of intoxication.
His presence made Sara extremely nervous. Why was he talking so quietly and caressing her so gently? What kind of depravity was this going to lead to? She really just needed to sleep. Maybe if she just pretended she was too far asleep to be roused he’d leave her alone. “Probably shouldn’t have touched me then,” Sara said in a sleepy voice that contained just a hint of humor and another of annoyance.
“Well I guess you’ve got me there, Ms. Sara,” Lucas chuckled. “Let’s just say I find you irresistible… when you’re unconscious.” As he teased her he brushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He leaned over and picked up the book she had been reading when she fell asleep. Placing the book on the nightstand and he turned off the reading light.
“Looks like you had an exhausting day. Ben tells me you and the boys had a good dinner. I’m glad you could find it in yourself to be nice to them. Perhaps you just save your smart-ass and surly attitudes for me?” he joked.
“Unlike you they’ve never… well most of them… have never done anything to me to deserve it,” Sara said as she stifled a yawn. She was so tired she didn’t have to fake it, the slow strokes up and down her back were actually lulling her back toward sleep.
Lucas leaned over her, holding his weight with his left hand which he placed on the bed just past her belly. He sucked Sara’s earlobe between his lips. The sleeve of his shirt brushed her nipple. “Not yet, they haven’t baby,” he growled quietly into her ear.
Every part of Sara’s body went on high alert. The erotic sensation of his mouth on her ear was heightened painfully by the threat. Lucas ran his right hand up her neck and into the back of hair, gently pulling and massaging. His nuzzled behind her ear with his nose. “You should never forget that every man on this island wants to bury their cock deep inside you. Some of them are nicer to you than others, but all of them want to fuck you,” he whispered.
Sara shuddered involuntarily at both his words and his caresses. Why was he touching her this way? This wasn’t the way it was between them. “Stop it Lucas, please. Stop it!! you’re drunk,” she said but she dared not try to move away from him.
“That I am little miss. That I am,” he said as he pulled her left shoulder toward him causing her breast to jut out and placing her nipple right by his waiting mouth. Without touching her he blew gently on the already erect nipple. “Too drunk to do any justice to this sexy motherfucking body of yours, but not too drunk to appreciate it.”
He reached out with just the tip of his tongue and lightly licked her nipple. Sara hissed as she sucked her breath in. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she wondered how she could feel that lick so intensely between her thighs. “Oh, you like that do you, Sara?” Lucas asked and he gently licked her nipple again. He tangled his hand in her hair and gently pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Moving his mouth away from her nipple, he licked the upper curve of her breast before he settled directly over her jugular vein.
“I talked to Doc this evening,” he whispered into her neck. “He told me you were a very naughty girl today. Is that true?” He waited for he answer with his lips on her neck. “Did you let another man make you come Sara?”
Sara knew there was no use in lying, he obviously knew the truth. She wished she could just nod but he continued to keep her head pulled back while he nipped and licked at her exposed neck. The threat was not subtly implied. “I’m sss…sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry Lucas.” So much for not begging forgiveness.
“Oh… Sara… you’re not sorry yet,” he said into her neck “But you will be baby, you will be.”
Sara moaned in fear and anticipation.
“Tell me how he made you come Sara. Tell me what he did to you that made you so hot you couldn’t do as you were told.” Lucas trailed his lips back down her neck and over her breast, stopping just as he got to her nipple. “Be honest with me and your punishment might not be so bad.”
Sara tried to catch her breath. “Tell me, kitten,” he whispered and his breath was hot over her nipple..
“He… he put his fingers in me,” she stammered. “He said he was examining me, but he put his fingers in me.”
Lucas took her nipple between his teeth and bit lightly. “Don’t blame the doctor, Sara. He was only doing his job. You’re the horny slut, aren’t you?”
“No… no, I’m not,” she protested but…dammit… wasn’t that the truth? Even at this moment, her cunt was dripping and she wanted this man she hated to fuck her.
“Yes you are Sara. It’s okay to admit it!! I like girls who can’t get enough,” Lucas said as he continued licking, biting and blowing on her tortured nipple. “Where’d the doctor put his fingers, Sara? Did he put his fingers in your tight, wet cunt?”
“Yes Lucas,” she moaned.
“Is that all it took for you to betray me, Sara. Just some strange man pumping your cunt with his fingers and you couldn’t control yourself. I had more faith in you than that.” Lucas said quietly against her breast. “Was that the only place he put his fingers in you, Sara?”
Inwardly Sara screamed. “I can’t say this out loud,” her brain railed. She began to shake and her whole body felt on fire with embarrassment.
“Sara,” Lucas growled in warning.
“No Lucas. That wasn’t the only place he put his fingers,” Sara whispered. “Please don’t make me tell you anymore. I know he told you.”
“You’re the one who broke the rules Sara. You’re the one who has to tell me,” Lucas said menacingly as he knowingly moved his left hand to her naked hip. “Now tell me, where did the doctor put his fingers that caused you to behave so poorly?”
“He put a finger in my… bu… my anus.” Sara choked out.
“Ass, Sara. You will call it your ass and only that.” Lucas said “Now tell me again.”
“He put his finger in my ass.” Sara said and covered her eyes with her hand.
“Ah…is that what he did? He put his finger in your ass… and you liked it?” Lucas asked and then drew her whole nipple into his mouth and began gently sucking on it. “You liked having your ass filled, didn’t you, Ms. Sara?”
“No! I didn’t Lucas,” she said with as much force as she could muster while her nipple was in his mouth. “I didn’t want it. I don’t want it.”
Lucas released her nipple and again gently pulled her head back with his hand in her hair. “I don’t think you’re being honestly with me, Sara,” he said with his lips directly over her ear. “I think you don’t want to like it, you don’t want to want it… but you do.”
His hand left her hip and slid down her ass. Sara tried to keep her thighs pushed together, allowing him no space to put his hand but as she was laying on her side, it was useless. He simply ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and onto her pussy. “And as I knew you would be, you’re wet just thinking about it, aren’t you Sara?” he chuckled as he slowly, tortuously slid two fingers into her cunt.
The noise she made sounded almost animal like. Lucas moved back to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth as he continued the slow, deep assault with his fingers. Sara tried very hard to lay still. She both badly wanted him to leave and wished for him to speed up the deep probing he was doing. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she couldn’t control herself and the last thing she needed was to come without permission again.
“You want to come, don’t you baby? You want me to fuck you faster with my fingers until you come all over them…god you’re cunt is amazing,” Lucas said.
Just as Sara started to answer and tell him “Yes, yes please make me come” Lucas withdrew his fingers. Sara shudder and stifled a little cry. Both thankful and disappointed that he stopped, she took a deep breath.
Before she could completely regain control she realized that Lucas wasn’t done. Instead of removing his fingers from between her legs, he had moved them up to her asshole and was rubbing her own juices all over her. “No Lucas, please don’t,” she moaned and tried to move away from his hand.
“Oh yes Sara. Just like your tight wet cunt, this hole belongs to me too. And I will stick my cock in you before you leave this island,” Lucas was practically whispering as he gently pushed one finger slowly into her anus. “Oh jesus, kitten. Goddamn that feels good. I can’t wait to bury myself in your ass” he groaned as his pulled his finger back and then slowly pushed it in further. And then again. And again.
Sara was on fire. She knew she didn’t want this but it felt so fucking good. Before she could stop herself she realized she was rocking back to meet his finger.
“Oh no, you don’t like that at all do you Sara?” Lucas teased. “I bet you’ll hate this,” he said as he slid two of his other fingers into her cunt. Because she couldn’t help herself Sara moaned and pushed her pelvis back to meet the pumping.
“Are you going to come for me Sara, just like you did for Doc?” Lucas asked in a husky, lust filled voice.
“Yes Lucas, yes please. Please let me come.” she moaned. … … …
With one last simultaneous thrust into her cunt and her ass, Lucas removed his hand from between her legs entirely. Sara had been so close to coming that she practically shrieked when he pulled his fingers out.
He stood and pulled the sheet back up over her ass and back. “Sorry, Ms Sara,” he cooed into her ear. “Dirty little sluts who can’t control themselves at the doctor’s office don’t deserve to come. But it pleases me greatly to know that you like stiff things up your ass. I will soon be happy to oblige.”
Sara sobbed and tried to protest that she didn’t like it, she didn’t want it.
Lucas paid no attention and turned to walk out the door. “Don’t you dare touch yourself Sara. This is your punishment, but if you find some way to make yourself orgasm I will know. And your punishment for that will be a lot worse,” Lucas threatened as he opened the door.
“I am sorry to have awoken you, Sara.” he said. “Goodnight.”
