Introduction : Jennifer is very hot and now she's very wet. She should have stayed in the rain Her Buick had been threatening to cut out for the last five miles, and finally it had given up. Jennifer peered through the rain drenched windscreen as she steered the silent vehicle to a stand still at the side of the forest road. She'd come all this way out for a college party and now her pride and joy, her little car had let her down.

She gave a frustrated grunt holding her hands up in disbelief.

The windscreen wipers still screeched to and fro and she could just make out a window light not far into the trees. It was late evening and she'd seen too few cars to think one would be coming along very soon. So she decided to make a dash for it.

The light was deceptively distant and by the time Jennifer had reached the front door of the white building she looked like a drowned rat. I say building because she didn't think it was a house, it was too big. It looked more like a county hospital or government building; white walls, flat roof, non-descript windows and doors.

She gave a flurry of loud knocks, the rain soaking her to the skin.

There was someone taking their time to walk down a long corridor on the other side. Jenny shouted for them to hurry.

"Please I'm freezing out here."

The man fumbled with some keys then opened the door.

"Oh thank heavens, I'm soaked!"

The tall man was understandably surprised; he had so few visitors, certainly never so late at night.

In front of him was a beautiful young woman. She had long straight brunette hair made jet black and shinny by the rain soaking. Her narrow face was pale from the cold, ruby red lips and white teeth brilliant against her chilled features.

"Excuse me," she said as he stood there admiring her, then she pointed a long finger to the sky highlighting her problem, "the rain?"

He remained silent still barring the door. She was stunning; looking so sexy in her dishevelled soaked state; firm bust and tight waist on two long perfect waxed legs.

"Are you going to let me in or what?" Jennifer asked, a little exasperated.

The strange man finally stood aside and watched her pass him. He was dressed in a white coat and the young brunette noticed a worn name badge as a doctor might wear. She in turn looked ridiculous in a skin soaked summer dress, Jennifer struggling to peel the fabric from her ample tits and curvaceous waist. He closed the door looking at the young woman walking away from him, tracing her thin legs down to two mud covered high heels.

She turned and looked down at her ruined shoes.

"I was at a party and my car..."

The man waved a hand, nodding in understanding.

"Do you have a phone?" She asked mouthing her words carefully, thinking maybe he was a mute.

Once again he didn't answer just led the way.

In his cozy study she tried over and over to get a dial tone from his ancient hand set. The man had disappeared leaving her to dry her body against the open crackling fire.

"Maybe the lines were down, who knows?" One thing for sure he wasn't going to be much more help to her.

"Oh! Er thank you!" she had almost yelped, startled by the man as he silently appeared, thrusting a hot drink in her hand.

Once again he didn't speak and Jennifer sat down, legs together, dress riding up her thigh as she sipped the hot coffee. She was feeling a little nervous now. She wished he would speak. "Maybe if..."

Thud!

When she came round it was the blackness that scared her the most. She couldn't see anything. Could she hear? She didn't know if there were any sounds to hear.

What was it over her face, on her body? Wait, she couldn't open her mouth! In fact there was something in it; a gag maybe?

She was standing; she was definite of that, her arms above her head tied together. But tied to what and how she didn't know. Her arms ached from the tension, her tip toes just managing to give her some support from the floor.She was in high heeled boots of some type. And her body; was she still dressed? Or was it naked under a hot second skin?

She heard foot steps descending.

Then the sound of a door unbolting, making a terrifying crack.

Someone was in the room with her.

A hand touched her head and there was a scrape of Velcro and her eyes blinked in the light.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

She couldn't speak no matter how desperate she was to. Her eyes darted left and right in panic.

She was in a tiled clinical type room. She looked up then down. She was hanging by a rope to the low ceiling, her feet just touching a glistening black slate floor.

"Mmmmmmmm!"

On the other side of the room was a full length mirrored wall. Her mind screamed.

"Oh my God!"

She could see herself reflected, hanging there, and behind her a table and other strange tubular devices. The tall man was also there dressed in the same white smock as earlier.

But it was her own predicament reflecting back, that made her wriggle and gargle the most.

Jenny was suspended, on tip toes in a skin tight one piece leather cat suit. It ran from heeled stiletto boots up tight clad thighs over her imprisoned bosom to a horrid Gimp hood. She had a Velcro sealed mouth hole and only tiny mesh for her nostrils. Her eye slit was open but the Velcro cover hung at the side ready at any time to be put back in place. Her long brown hair had been carefully fed through a hole in the back of the hood giving her a cute long pony tail.

See could see her own wide terrified eyes staring back from the wall size mirror. Her mind was racing.

"Oh Jezz no! Why, why me! Ohhhhhhhh please this can't be true!"

The strange man wheeled a rickety trolley in front of her. It was full of horrid devices. Some she had no clue about, others looked terrifyingly obvious.

He made eye contact with her and she pleaded back with her own beautiful eyes.

The man put his finger to his mouth tapping it in thought. He admired his taut bodied captive then began his work.

Jennifer felt the chest flap restraining her bare bosom in place come loose. She groaned as her white soft sweaty melons sprang out at right angles forced through the two chest holes in her tight cat suit. She had fine firm tits slightly too big for her tiny waist frame, the nipples dark and erect from the friction inside her suit.

The man cupped both hard breasts; squeezing tightly, feeling the weight and texture under his fingers and thumb. Jennifer bit down on whatever was in her mouth trying in vain to pull away from his mauling.

He moved behind her to grip them both from the rear; once again almost as if he was guessing the weight of some hard ripe fruits.

His fingers and thumbs teased the nipples, tugging the responsive flesh, lengthening and hardening the tips.

She gave a long frustrated murmur through her gag.

Jenny's ability to show her disgust was severely limited. Only her blazing eyes gave a hint of the awful indignity she felt. The girl's fantastic slim figure was brilliantly accentuated by the skin tight black suit. She looked like she had been dipped naked into tar; her curves and womanly bulges given nowhere to hide. Her perfect legs now seemed to go on forever the heels giving her an erect tit thrusting posture.

Either side of her, hanging down were two rings on thick ropes, like an Olympic athlete would use. He reached down to lift on of her long legs under the knee. She kicked and it was a struggle but one at a time he fed her calves through the waist high rings so she was held legs open wide in a frog squat her inside knees now carrying some of her weight onto the rings and ropes rather than all through her overhead bound hands.

Jennifer's groin felt awfully exposed, the leather creaking as her thighs now struggled to stretch that wide.

The man began to search on his old trolley, whistling as he went. Jennifer's mind was working overtime.

"Was he a crazed doctor, oh no! An escaped mental patient maybe?"

She tried to listen for sounds outside the room. "Was she in a cellar?"

The man worked slowly but methodically each action of eye popping intensity for the innocent cute girl.

First he unfastened a flap under her crotch; this exposed two holes cut in the tight thong leather. One hole was over her tight little ass. She bit down and gargled as he slowly, carefully inserted a greased butt plug up inside her shitter. She bucked in horror but was totally unable to make any real resistance. Her anus was so tight she felt like he was inserting an arm the bulbous head fitting snugly inside her sphincter rim so keeping her muscles continuously stretched around the exposed shaft.

Running through the centre of the plug was a quarter inch rubber tube with attached pipe. She didn't realize at the time but this would make it easy to fill her ass with warm water, piss or anything else he might mix into a slimy solution.

He then moved to her pussy. In this spread open position she would soon find there was no way to stop him licking and tounging her slit at his leisure, maybe even bringing a stool down under her so he could sit and take hours at a time. But for the moment he greased a 6 inch ribbed dildo twisting the shaft up her tight pussy, bit by bit till her vulva almost swallowed the end. The penetrating phallus pressed against her butt plug making her feel embarrassingly full. When he was satisfied her pussy was gripping it deep enough he then refastened the crotch flap, sealing it inside her.

She groaned realizing he could leave these monsters in her indefinitely.

Finally he unfastened her mouth flap and Jenny coughed and tried to speak. Her jaw wouldn't close. Gripped between her pearl white teeth was a thick rubber o-ring. The hole was about an inch wide and Jennifer's tongue darted through, trying to form words.

She gave a belly groan of sensation her sweet sound echoing around the room.

The man examined the contraption making sure when ready she would not be able to resist a pipe been put over her tongue so he could feed her more vile liquid filth straight down her throat when needed.

Satisfied, he re-attached the mouth Velcro,

Jenny shook her head in frustration.

He stroked down her shiny leather clad waist, under her legs, across the groin bump where the dildo was buried until finally he reached her ass plug, with the tube dangling from it.

She watched in the mirror with growing horror as he attached the tube to a canister hanging from the wall. He twisted a valve and the canister came to life, hissing quietly to itself. The pipe began to flex as compressed air flowed down then up into the butt plug.

Then she felt it. The other end of the tube sticking out inside her cavity, it was attached to a deflated limp rubber balloon. Jennifer jerked and writhed as the rubber ball filled until rigid, like a fist inside her ass. She felt her ass muscled squeal in vain trying to resist its growth into a fat hand size balloon.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhh, it's going to explode in me!" Her mind cried in terror.

Thankfully the hissing stopped as he closed the canister valve, Jennifer now full of air filled leather balloon. This was in-turn accentuating the sensation of the deep buried pussy dildo.

The man was finished for now. He sat, legs apart, on the chair directly in front of her. Her eyes darted to his hand as he reached into his pocket pulling out her car keys. He flung them into a box of bits on the floor. He'd moved her car the silly bitch had run out of petrol. Well now it was safely hidden under a tarpaulin in the garage just above their heads.

He stroked his groin but resisted the temptation to expose his hungry hard cock to her. After all he had lots time.

Jenny shook her head in despair as he stood and refastened her eye flap back in place. She was buried back into pitch darkness, her slit aching from a ribbed, fat intruder; her ass belching and groaning from a pressurized leather balloon.

The man turned off the light plunging the room into black. He then locked the door as he left. She didn't know at the time but in the weeks to come she'd look back to this time of quite captivity as a long distant piece of heaven.

It was the next morning when the police arrived at his door. The doctor spoke so little these days he found it liberating to actually talk with someone.

No, he hadn't seen a young woman. No not even a deserted car.

The cops had listened patiently to him. He seemed eager to talk once he had started and eventually they had to bid him a hurried farewell. As they left they both gave a knowing look to each other. All that time on his own, with just his patients for company. It was definitely taking its toll on him.

"It can't be an easy place to work." Confessed detective Smith.

The other nodded in agreement. "Yeah I think his last nurse had a breakdown, that's why he's all alone."

Smith looked back."Hmm," he said as in thought.

The doctor watched them go. He hadn't spoken for months, well not in conversation. Now he felt liberated. He wanted to talk again. He looked to the floor, to the hidden cellar beneath.

"Yes," he thought in delight. "I'll talk to her. I'll explain what I am doing. After all nurse Crow had understood. That's what had made her such a good assistant. Needing that green card she'd never really objected, well not until just before her breakdown."

Jennifer had slept like the dead. The silent man had returned last night and poured a sleeping solution into her mouth. She had spluttered and swallowed her body quickly going limp as she fell into a slumber. Now she was awake again but still in total darkness. Her ass ached from the large inflated sphere plugging her. She felt like she would crap it out eventually, her muscles slowly weakening her void wanting to release. He pussy felt numb the fat dildo buried completely in her hole. But it was he stretched thighs that made her moan the most. She had been hanging knees inside these rings for a full night, her calves limp, groin splayed wide the leather clad skin making her sweat heavily.

She heard him descending the steps then the door slamming open. Then he spoke.

"Oh my dear, you look delightfully uncomfortable!"

"He'd spoken!"

She made a muffled moan shaking her head still unable to see.

The Doc unfastened her eye flap and she blinked in the cold electric light. She was limp and exhausted her tits glistening with sweat still pert round and full.

The man reached out to cup one of her tits twisting the fine fat dome.

"The cops have been looking for you. But don't worry they've gone now, we won't be disturbed."

"He'd spoken again!"

The doc continued to grope her tit, Jennifer biting down on the gag in disgusts.

"You are so slim and sexy my dear. My last assistant served me well, but the poor woman ended up as one of my patients upstairs before my experiments could be finished."

Jennifer looked to the ceiling then back to him.

"Don't worry," he added with a smile." They're all locked up in their padded cells."

Jennifer's eyes widened. Now he had her full attention.

"My experiments are into sexual pleasure. Your pleasure! I have had many hours to refine my research and I assure you even in the predicament you find yourself in your body will respond."

Jennifer shook her head glaring back at him. There was little else she could do to show her contempt and refusal.

"Don't be embarrassed my dear. Being my assistant will be such an experience for you. Let me show you the type of eye popping sensations I have in store."

The Doc slid his hand down her clad tummy over her aching pussy bump.

The flap was open a little and he could touch the flat end of the buried dildo.

She bucked at the slight extra pressure nudging deep inside her.

His finger touched a felt brass nut on the dildo's base. From his pocket he produced a long length of wire with a crocodile tooth on both ends. He quietly explained his actions.

"The dildo buried up your hole is metal with a rubber skin. The shaft has holes punched through the rubber to the metal and one at the tip like a man's cock eye. I'm going to stimulate your hot tired pussy, all along its tunnel."

Jennifer began to shake. She could see the wire was like cable from jump leads. She wriggled as the teeth bit onto the now exposed brass nut the wire trailing from it as the doc attached it to a square box looking like a 30s radio.

He flicked a switch and there was a hum of electricity.

Jennifer groaned as she felt a slight tingle inside her hot aching shaft.

The man began to turn the large dial, and Jenny began to shudder.

She gargled a long agonised groan.

The rubber clad cock came alive inside her the current low but terrifyingly real. The cock tip was pressing against her cervix and the electricity hummed at her womb entrance.

She began to writhe as he slowly increased the voltage her hips bucking her tits thrusting up, erect and proud.

Her clit was swollen, the slow over night friction making it tender. Now the electricity buzzed the fleshy bud. She couldn't speak but in her head her mind screamed.

"Oohhhhhhhhhh Gooooooddddddd, noooooooooo!"

Her clit shuddering with pleasure, her thoughts wild and desperate.

"Uggggggg no more stop turnnnnnnnnnn uggggggg!"

The Doc could see her groin thrashing her limp calves now trying to kick. He knew she was trying to plead but he'd leave her gagged her now.

He'd reached optimum setting on the dial, not enough to burn, but only just bearable.

"Poor nurse Crow had taken many hours of practice to find this ideal setting." He said proudly.

"But you my dear are lucky; you will only experience the perfected fruits of her labours."

He moved back to the jerking suspended girl, once again caressing a tit pinching her nipples feeling them arousing into hard ends.

"Good, nearly there." He said tapping the air cylinder on the wall. "Your body is aroused you dirty girl. Don't fight it, let yourself come."

Jennifer hardly heard him her clit on fire her pussy hot, her nerve endings betraying her.

"Oooooh God I can't hold outttt! Uuuuuuuugggg!"

She felt her ass clenching, her breasts swelling. Oh Nooo!

She began to convulse her pussy trying in vain to squeeze the electric cock out of her. She tried to scream, her clit unbearably tender, exploding in orgasm. Her ass bucked her muscles clenching harder and harder squeezing the inflated anal ball. On the wall the cylinder made a ringing noise as a tiny bell indicated air was been pushed back against the valve as Jennifer's spasmed; pumping air back out of her own ass, rather like the warning bell when a tyre is fully inflated at a gas station.

"Ding, ding, ding."

"Yessssss my dear, that's it. Take it, take it!" The Doc stroked the needle dancing pressure dial.

"Ding, ding, ding."

He knew she was coming; he could see it and hear the bell ring as her butt convulsed.

Jennifer's thoughts were frantic and the current continued to coarse inside her. Her orgasm was making spots before her eyes. She'd reached the point of total explosion her clit was now tender beyond belief.

"Awwwwwwwwwww!

The power suddenly vanished and she hung totally limp, her ass relaxing allowing the ball to re-inflate, her juices trickling around the warm horrid dildo.

The doc undid her pussy flap and slowly extracted the cock.

"Slock!"

It popped from her hole the air making her open slit tingle.

She wanted to piss so bad and the Doc must have known because he held steel bucket under her spread groan pressing on her tummy with his hand forcing the issue.

"There, don't be shy, empty yourself in here."

Jennifer closed her eyes as she urinated into the tin can.

"Good," said the Doc when she had finally finished. "Now I think you could do with a rest."

Jenny's legs were giving way as he finally lowered them back to the floor. Her arms too were exhausted and as he unhooked her bound wrists from their ceiling rope she collapsed onto the floor, fat inflated ass pointing skyward the air tube like a human tail.

He pulled her body upright firmly holding both hands; unfastening them, then pulling them behind her back to rebind them together.

She lay on the floor as he pulled a human sized crate from the corner of the room. He cleared the wheeled trolley table lifting the large box onto the steel surface.

Opening the lid, he then lifted Jennifer into it. She tried to kick but her legs were like lead. The crate was about 5 foot long and she had to bend her legs to lay in it. Also it was only just over a foot wide so she had to lay on her side knees and tits pressed against the front wall; her ass, bound wrists and heeled feet against the rear.

The box had padding and she could rest her cheek on a firm pillow type material. There was a small slit allowing the anal tube to protrude from the box when the lid was closed.

After he'd refastened the lid Jennifer was once again in darkness. He'd resealed her eye flap and her mouth was still filled with o ring gag her dry tongue darting through.

The doc looked along the front face of the box. He unclipped a panel at her chest height. The wood came away and Jennifer's magnificent breasts could be seen squashed together thrusting forward.

"Push your tits through the hole." He ordered. She ignored him. "Do it!" He snarled menacingly.

Her soft melons appeared like two tentative moles from their den. She could feel his hands grasp them pulling under each tugging the tits as far out as possible. Jennifer pressed against the wood wall her arms and hands now having slightly more room behind her. She felt a strong cord been coiled around each tit, and pulled tight. The Doc made her young tits bulge as he bound them together then looped the coil around the box.

Now she couldn't pull her tits back inside if she tried.

Finally he'd finished. Jenny felt trussed and imprisoned worse than before. Her tits were exposed and she couldn't see what he was doing to them. He carefully greased her nipples then attached two metal tubes ends over them. She could hear the clatter and felt the cold touch of metal, and then finally he explained.

"I'm leaving you for the time being to make some notes. I've attached your magnificent tit ends to two adapted milking tubes. Like what a cow might experience. You're my little cow now. I know I won't get any milk but the sensation of the mechanical sucking for hours will be an experience I'm sure. You'd be surprised how aroused your breasts can get with constant unyielding attention."

Jennifer struggled in the box but she was so tightly packed in with her tits now bound to the outside of the box she could hardly move.

The Doc continued. The anal balloon is now on a new setting. The cylinder will inflate and deflate it every 30 seconds. "This will give you a nice fisting action in your ass."

The Doc stood up.

"Be good," he said tuning to the door, flicking a switch the cylinder and tubes bursting into life.

He heard the suction cups begin to take long drawn out gulps on each nipple. The gas cylinder hissed as it deflated; then moments later re-inflated rapidly, a gagged groan coming from Jennifer. He looked back and could see her nipples already half an inch inside the suction tubes the machine eager to draw milk from where there wasn't any.

He could hear her groan again as the balloon expanded then collapsed like a fist opening and closing in her ass. His cock was twisting erect in his pants his desire almost overcoming him. He slammed the door behind himself pressing his back against it, body rigid as if he was holding his breath.

"No!" He said, in angry frustration. "Control yourself!"

Upstairs he knew it was waiting. Laid in his desk draw, the one he kept locked. It was taunting him, he heard a gargle through the door as Jennifer was sucked and pumped over and over.

"Oh God he'd have to put it on soon. Why did it always get in the way of his experiments?"

He took a deep breath and headed to his study.

The suction cups just wouldn't stop. Over and over the greased rimmed airtight seals made her hard nipples stretch deep into the airless tubes. Jennifer groaned in her head the sensation so humiliating. She was been milked on her side in a fucking box! She tried to move hearing the tubes rattle a little as her entwined tits bounced. She didn't know what was the worst the evil sucking, the constant ass attention or the tightness of her cord bound boobs. She felt like they were inflated like balloons, squeezed out of shape the milking attachments making her desperate nipples scream with sensation.

"Oh heavens how long, how long can I take this?" Were her thoughts as she sobbed to herself.

*********

Jennifer had only wanted to have a great night out. The party had been such a distance into the countryside. Too far for an evenings travel maybe; but she'd so wanted to go. She loved the attention she got from her male college friends on nights like that. She knew she was sexy; with looks like that movie star with the double barreled name; or so she'd been told. Hell, she even had the same first name as her. But now she felt foolish beyond measure.

Her tight short summer dress and fuck me pink high heel shoes had made her so confident; a sexual predator even. And all though she'd been soaked by the rain she knew how steamy she must have looked in her clinging dress.

She remembered how she had wiggled her ass and bent down to adjust her heel straps. She just couldn't help herself. Maybe he would have helped her without encouragement but when men were involved and with her looks why not make doubly sure. Had it been her actions that had tipped him over the edge? Was he a crazed sad loner jerking off deep in the woods; or had she unwittingly discovered more; a resident evil, waiting for its next victim?

She once again tried to adjust her body with no success. The gimp box felt like a furnace, her leather second skin glistening. The black material hugging her thighs creaked as she tried to move. The milking machine continued in a never ending chug the two tubes springing to attention at each suck. The rubber mouths on the tubes smeared with gel drew her nipples out, over and over; the skin on her wonderful domes firming till she had two hard melons. Her groin was also hardening the tight bundle of nerve ending inside her pussy wall feeling the inflation then rapid deflation of the anal fisting balloon.

Hours passed.

She was half conscious when the Doc began to un-wind her tits from the wire cord which had been binding her to the box. In her delirious state she'd not even heard him come in the room. The tit sucking was all she now concentrated on, at least her ass was numb. But not unfortunately were her tits. No; the nipples continued to feel like rocks, the teats swollen the tips screaming for attention. Her breasts became looser as the binds were unraveled and she tried to pull her bosom back inside the box, Jenny becoming more animated with the lessening restriction.

The Doc tugged on the tubes making her bite on the gag, thrashing.

"They're really stuck tight don't you think my dear?" He quipped, pulling again without effect on the gripping monsters.

Jennifer kicked her high heeled boots on the box wall in protest. The box lid opened with a slamming of wood and she felt him lifting her out. He had very strong arms and easily picked the wriggling bound beauty up, allowing her to stand on her quaking heels. She still couldn't see or speak the gag now almost part of her body. Her legs gave way and she stumbled to her knees.

The Doc helped her like the concerned physician, stroking the side of her rubber clad cheek caressing her long pony tail mane.

"That's right kneel up. Put your shoulders back."

Jennifer didn't want to respond but a firm hand in the small of the back and another gripping her shoulder made her spring into a more erect posture. Her hard swollen tits thrust straight out the tubes now slightly vertical like two spikes on some bizarre Amazon woman's bra.

Jenny coughed as something was clamped around her neck. It felt like a wood plank and she realized her long neck was now in some type of stock.

The Doc had indeed done that. Jennifer, arms bound behind her back was now knelt on the floor between two wooden towers. These upright struts were connected by a flat wooden stock that clamped just over her shoulders around her young neck. She could not move up to stand or down to pull away, forced to remain in her correct knelt position.

The man finally and with some disappointment turned off the milking machine. Jenny gave a thankful groan still in total visual deprivation. Also, the anal balloon had stopped inflating and deflating and remained passive, still in her ass, but now limp.

He then knelt next to her ear.

"I'm going to remove your gag. But you must be good. Do you understand?"

Jennifer nodded.

"There's no one to hear you scream, so don't waste your breath. You mustn't scream is that clear?"

Jennifer nodded again. "Just get this fucking gag out for God's sake" She thought to herself. She been gagged for almost 24 hours, she wouldn't do anything to risk him leaving it in any longer.

She felt the bind been unbuckled and her jaw opened ever so painfully to allow the ring to pass her pearl teeth. She didn't speak but closed her mouth her muscles aching the feeling of freedom exquisite after a full night and part of the day in oral bondage.

She spluttered and coughed. Then suddenly gave her first unrestricted groan in days. The groan raised in pitch as her tit end protested.

The Doc was twisting the suction tubes the greased seals popping from her abused sucked flesh.

"Plop!"

The second came away, her fine hard tits looking misshapen; the few inched around the teats raised like the bell tower tips of some cathedral dome.

He slid a finger across the raised end of one.

She groaned, still afraid to speak. Her eyes still covered with the sealed gimp mask.

"Hmmmmmmm yes, very tender and responsive." He announced pleased with his experiment so far.

"Please," she said nervously and very, very quietly. "My ass, its ugggggg!" She didn't know how to describe it. It felt swollen and tender but at the same time disgustingly sensual.

The doc told her to "sssssssh."

"Never mind about your ass it's your tits that are getting the attention."

Jennifer opened her mouth in a silent gasp as his finger caressed a tip. Then she felt the Doc reached around her neck. She gave a shriek fearing the worse, but then panted in relief. He was unzipping her head mask. The tight rubber peeled away from her skin, the mask sliding of her head with a little difficulty until it slowly released her hair into a bedraggled tumbling brunette mane; framing her pale stunning face.

She clenched her eyes shut the light too bright to bear, and only after a few moments could she begin to make out images and shapes.

She looked at the passive tall man his face blank and professional. Then she tried to look down but her chin rested on the wooden stock.

"Awww God please, I don't wan..." The Doc wagged a finger.

"Now be a good assistant and stop arguing." He said impatiently." You know how important this work is."

Jenny then saw them!

Knelt near the door were two straight jacketed figures. They were bloated faced men. She couldn't tell their age but their fat lipped mouths were ball gagged, arms bound inside the jackets, their eyes wild.

"Over here!" He snapped to them.

The two men stumbled and crawled on their knees, obedient, grunting and snorting like animals.

They'd watched the slim rubber clad woman been stretched and bent into position. She had a slim tight waist; that amazingly rubber clad rear with the pipe tail and those voluptuous milked tits. Now they could finally see her beautiful face. She had high sucking cheekbones, her lips full and pert with the constriction. Her eyes were scared; fear and arousal in one and now they could hear her cute come hither moans and whimpers. The men were half crazed with desire their own bodies bound and restricted throats full of spittle as they drooled onto their ball gags.

Each man was tugged into position by the Doc; both knelt in front of her inviting firm body.

The Doc undid their gags one by one the drool running from their fat pink lips.

"A woman doesn't need clitoral stimulation to experience ultimate pleasure." He explained pushing the bound men's heads towards her sore abused nipples." These poor wretches will suckle from you like they were your young. The pain will turn to pleasure, trust me."

The men's hungry lips enveloped her nipples and Jennifer screamed with sensation.

"Aw no, no, noooooooo!"

The Doc smiled, the men's mouths fast and hungry, slavering and sucking, oh the sucking!

"Its revolting isn't it?" He said in delight. "These two dirty men. Both of them old enough to be your father by the looks of it." He stroked a gobbling mans head like a proud parent.

"Just vacant minds, sucking on your tits with such childish enthusiasm. He continued. They don't care what you say, filled with only one desire: to suck until you scream! Please beg away."

The men were gulping and tugging her tender ends the spittle smearing her boobs, the flesh glistening. The young woman was feeling like a farmyard animal feeding its young.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh please." She moaned, biting her lips snarling. "Stop it no, stop it's too