Breaking Faith

A/N: After talking to Oric13, I’ve altered this chapter. Hence the re-post.

Toy Examination

Despite the blindfold covering her eyes, Faith was still conscious of the sun beating down on her as she knelt on her hands and knees between her owners, a drinks tray with their cocktails on it strapped to her lower back, a ball gag fixed to her mouth, and a 10 inch vibrator pulsing in her pussy. Her owners were more demurely attired, Kennedy on the lounger to her left in a sarong and nothing else, and Willow on the lounger to her right, wearing her favourite golden sequined bikini.

”I’ve been thinking, Kennedy.” Faith moaned into her gag when Willow began tracing languid patterns with her finger in her pet’s sweat-slicked back, every touch making the Slayer’s already stimulated pussy tremble just a little more. “If we’re to put Toy on your advanced program, we should have her checked out first.”

“Checked out?” Kennedy sounded puzzled. “I’m checking her out right now, she looks fine to me.”

Willow giggled. “By a doctor silly.”

“Are you sure?” Kennedy sounded doubtful.

“Oh, I’m sure we can have some fun with this,” Willow replied. “I know a hottie with a science bent who would be just perfect for this game.”

“But she’s not hotter than me?” Faith’s heart chilled at Kennedy’s stridently jealous tone. When Mistress got pissed off, Faith would always pay the price with a several hour stint in the ‘lessons’ room.

“Of course not, darling. No-one’s hotter than you,” Willow soothed. “Only Toy is close.”

“You hear that Toy?” Faith shivered at Mistress’ far too polite tone. “You’re close.” The sexy slave just bet Willow had said that to provoke Kennedy. As much as Kennedy got off on punishing her, Willow got off on watching Kennedy at work.

* * *

Faith looked around the small room she was sat in. It was a doctor’s exam room, with medical supplies neatly arrayed on the room’s shelves. In the centre of the room stood the exam table with stirrups on either side. In the corner by the door stood a medical scale.

The door opened. A pretty, slender woman with long brown hair and sexy specs entered, dressed in a knee length white lab coat. “Hello,” the woman smiled, her sexy southern accent sending shivers up and down the slutty Slayer. God she hoped, this polite-seeming Texan would use her as her little bitch. Willow had taught her, the meeker someone seemed, the more they’d abuse Faith’s worthless but hot ass. ‘Sides, it was so much hotter when it was someone the old Faith would have walked over teachin’ the worthless little bitch her place. “I’m Doctor Winifred Burkle. I understand you’ve been sent by your owners the Rosenbergs for a medical.”

Faith nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

The doctor ran a thumb down Faith’s face. “Now Toy, I’d prefer you’d call me doctor.”

“Yes doctor.” Faith nodded obediently.

“Good girl.” The doctor smiled. “Do you know why they asked for this medical?”

“Because even though I’m a dirty ho, they care about me, and wanna make sure I’m five by five.”

“Well done,” the Texan clapped her hands together. “Now, if you don’t mind, get undressed. I’m afraid we don’t have an exam gowns.”

“That’s five by five,” the once rebellious Slayer stood. “I prefer being naked anyhow. Dirty skanks don’t deserve clothes, that’s what my owners say.” Faith paused and licked her full lips. “Maybe you’d like to help me out of my clothes?”

“I don’t normally,” the doctor smiled. “But then my normal patients don’t look like you.” The doctor took a hold of the east coast sexpot’s t-shirt at the bottom and eased it over her head, Faith’s chestnut locks and full breasts bouncing loose. The dark-haired Bostonian noticed that her nipples were erect, either from the room’s chill or her anticipatory excitement of whatever dirtiness the doc was gonna do with her.

God, she hoped it would be really humiliating.

The doctor leered at her before taking a hold of Faith’s jeans, unfastening the button, and slowly unzipping them. “Take them off,” the doctor ordered, suddenly and sexily assertive. The once rebellious Slayer nodded meekly before bending over and slowly tugging her skin-tight jeans over her ass’ shapely curve. “Oh yes,” the Texan moaned as the jeans dropped to the ground, and Faith stepped out of them, her gravity-defying ass, slender yet muscled legs, and bald, pink pussy all there for her to ogle. There was a second of awed silence and then the slender brunette spoke. “Toy, get on the scale please.”

“Yes Doctor,” Faith stepped onto the scales, revelling in the depraved leers the lucky doctor was giving her nubile body. The sexy Bostonian just knew from the lecherous looks the doctor was giving her, she was going to have fun as her bitch.

“Fifty-three kilos, perfect for a woman of your height and age.” The doctor slapped her ass with her clip-board. “Centre of the floor, hands by your side.” Faith obeyed, enjoying the doctor’s eyes on her as the bespectacled woman walked around her, the Texan eating her up with every gaze. “Subject appears to be the normal healthy condition. In fact exceptional condition. Toy’s breasts appear to be in the normal state for her age.” Winifred stopped in front of her, and cupped her breasts, hands experimentally squeezing them. “Large, but very perky and firm,” a blush appeared on the doctor’s cheeks as she lowered her head and gently kissed the Slayer’s nips in quick succession.

“Ooooh,” Faith whined.

”And very sensitive,” the doctor’s voice was coldly professional. “Her nipples are normally erect,” the Slayer beauty wriggled when her doctor tugged and pinched her cherry-brown nubbins, “and produce no discharge.” The doctor walked around to Faith’s tight little tush. “Toy’s,” Dr. Burkle stroked a cool palm down her back, the doctor’s breath growing shallow, “spine appears perfectly formed, and she has excellent posture.” Faith started slightly when the horny doctor slapped her ass. “Her butt is well muscled, but with healthy fat deposits. Yes, her owners have a prime pet here, and no mistake. Now for a little exercise.” The doctor licked her lips. “First ,we’ll do your blood pressure for a base reading. Sit down on the examination table.”

“Yes doctor.”

The moment the sultry Slayer had sat on the examination table, the hard paper crinkling beneath, Dr. Burkle straddled her lap, clothed doctor pressing domineeringly against the naked plaything, her lack of clothes emphasising her submissive position. The doctor smiled as she wrapped a cuff around Faith’s lithe bicep and began to blow it up, cuff tightening around her right arm. “You relax sweetie, and we’ll have some fun dear.”

“I like fun,” Faith replied. “I like fucking and getting fucked too.”

“I know dear, Willow explained all about you,” the doctor paused to take a reading. “You’re a horny little tramp who gives the best head ever, I’ll have to experience that later.”

”That can be how I pay my bill,” Faith suggested.

”What a good idea,” the Texan giggled before turning professional. “Take a deep breath, Toy. In and out.”

“Yes Doctor,” Faith meekly nodded before obeying, her chest expanding, sizeable but perky breasts jutting out, erect nipples proudly leading the way as the doctor pressed the shiver-inducing stethoscope to her breasts.

“In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.” Dr. Burkle repeated, eyes fixed on Faith’s chest as the subjugated sex-kitten performed for her enjoyment, the beauty’s tits rising and falling until the doctor was satisfied. “That’s fine.” Faith wriggled when the over-familiar doctor groped her left tit. “They’re plenty perky aren’t they?” The Texan sobered. “Open wide Toy and say ahhhh.”

“Aaaaaah.”

Faith gurgled as Dr. Burkle pushed the depressor down on her pink tongue, flashing her flashlight inside with her other hand. “Head back dear,” murmured the Texan as she finished up her examination. “Ah,” the Texan pulled away. “That’s fine too. You’re a fine specimen,” Dr. Burkle giggled. “But we both knew that didn’t we? Now for some flexibility exercises. Go and stand by my desk.”

“Yes doctor.” Deciding that she had to show just how well-trained she was, and how she understood that someone like Winifred was way better than her, the sexy sub dropped to her hands and knees and slowly crawled over to the table, tits dangling and ass wriggling every inch of the way.

”Well,” the Texan sounded impossibly turned on by her display. “Up on your feet, girl.”

“Yes, doctor.” Faith stood.

“Good,” Winifred stood behind her. “I want you to bend over and take your ankles in your hands and look up between your legs.” Faith obeyed, grinning up at the doctor, her puckered anus and pleasantly moist pussy on display for the doctor to leer at. “Oh goodness.” The doctor trailed her fingers up and down the curvy brunette’s lewdly upraised ass. Faith saw the doctor lick her lips. “Now reverse the position.” Faith obeyed, bending backwards so her pussy and not her ass was pointing at the ceiling, proud breasts jutting out as she held her ankles in her hands. “Amazingly supple,” the Texan complimented. “I want you to stand up straight and put your left leg up on the table, your right remaining on the floor.” Faith obeyed, the Texan scurried around to look at her exposed pussy. “Wonderful.”

“Now dear,” Fred motioned for her to get to her hands and knees on the desk. The once-sassy beauty obeyed, eyes staring up worshipfully at the woman who temporarily owned on the order of her marvellous trainers. Fred patted her on the head like an owner petting an obedient bitch. “Who’s a good girl?”

”Woof! Woof! Woof!”

“Silly girl.” Fred giggled at her playfulness before reaching into the drawer and pulling out a stainless steel double-pronged thing, each of the prongs a thick eight inches, with a plastic adjustable belt attached. “This is an invention of mine. I call it the climax-meter. I use it to measure a woman’s sexual sensitivity. Spread those pretty little legs, dear.”

”Yes doctor.” Faith moaned as the saucy Texan slid the one of the prongs into her fuck channel, enveloping it in a cold chill. She shuddered as she felt the doctor take a hold of her left ass cheek and tug it to one side, then the other prong was inside.

“Nice and snug,” the doctor fastened the belt around her tiny waist. “I want you to crawl over to the treadmill in the corner, and then stand up.” The doctor breathed in sharply as she obeyed. “What a view.” The doctor followed her over and began attaching sticky monitor pads to her clittie, chest, forehead, neck, and belly with long leads attached to a monitor. “This machine acts like an EKG for the climax. It tells me how stimulated you are when you climax, how long you can climax for, how many times, how fast your heart beats, how high your blood pressure goes, and lots of other things beside. I want you to get on the treadmill and run as fast as you can until tell I tell you to stop.”

”Yes doctor.” Faith leapt on and started running, breathing easily and only sweating slightly, her chest rising and falling without any particular trouble. And then the prong in her ass sent an electrical jolt firing up her anus. “Ahhhhha!” Faith started, eyes flooding with alarm.

”Keep running, dear.”

Faith nodded mutely, desperate not to disappoint. The next shock she got was in her pussy, but this was a vibration that had her red lips parting in a welcoming moan. And so it continued, she never knew what or when would hit next, a double vibration, a double electrocution, or one of each, or just one in one hole. Yet she continued to run like a hamster caught in an erotic exercise wheel. Her silky locks flowing, perky tits bouncing, ass jiggling, and an ivory sweaty hue covering her as she panted, gasped, moaned, and gasped, pre-cum slicking her inner thighs.

”That’s excellent dear,” Faith almost fell to her knees when the Texan turned both the treadmill and machine off, her legs shaky. “Bend over and I’ll take your machine off.” The weary slut obeyed, teardrop-shaped breasts dangling down as she hung onto the treadmill railings as the doctor worked. The exhausted Slayer moaned as the doctor took off the machine, the Texan’s breath hot on the broken Bostonian’s mons as she leaned in close, hands gently stroking her sweaty behind.

“What interesting readings!” The doctor smiled before rushing out and returning with a CD player. “I’m sure you’ve seen cheerleading films?”

“My owners let me whack off to them, but only when they’re there to watch,” Faith guilessly informed the medic.

The doctor gulped. “Well I want you to do a dance to this song and then sit on this table, so I can take your blood pressure again.”

The moment the first note of ‘Mickey’ hit, Faith let out an excited squeal, the theme tune from her favourite film, Willow often dressed her in a slutty cheerleader’s outfit, bent her over the couch and fucked her for the full length of this film while they watched it together!

Faith waved as she turned her back on the now avidly watching Texan, the sexy slave’s rippling ass wriggling from side to side in perfect time with the music. Her right hand slid down to play with her pussy while her left stroked her already excited tits. Her hips still sensually swaying, the sultry fuck-toy turned back to the doctor to see the Texan’s hand had dipped inside her coat.

After favouring the doctor with a wink, Faith covered her tits with her hands, leaving her pussy clear for ogling and hips grinding in seductive time with the chirpy music. Then she began to rub her palms across her breasts, eyes widening in mock surprise before blowing the doctor a kiss as she cupped her breasts and pushed them out, as if offering them to the doc for an extra long examination, her thumbs trailing up to stroke her already erect nips. A grin on her face, the bodacious brunette lowered her head, skilled tongue peeking out from between her full lips as she licked at her smooth-skinned melons.

As the song’s beat increased, Faith threw her hands up, clasping them behind her head. Lustrous locks wildly swinging, the uninhibited seductress started to thrust her pelvis invitingly at the awestruck doctor, her firm breasts bouncing in tune with the music as sweat beaded down her nubile body. Dropping to her hands and knees, butt facing her owner for the moment, Faith went into ecstatic spasm, pussy arching up and down as she pretended to be thrusting down on some fortunate stud.

The music stopped, but the doctor hit repeat. “Aerobic workout, now.”

“Yes Doctor!” Sweat beading on her lithe body, Faith began a rigorous routine of non-stop press-ups, dips, squat-thrusts, and burpees, every exercise making sweat glisten and some part of her body jiggle.

The moment the song ended for a second time, the doctor let out a breathless shout. “Cheerleading!”

”Yes Doctor!” Now drenched in sweat, the Slayer jumped up, moving her body through a gracefully executed but nonetheless Olympic level of gymnastics – somersaults, kip-ups, back flips, rolls, and cartwheels. Basically anything that showed her sexy body off to the watching doctor.

“Oh my,” the doctor gasped when the song ended for the third time. “Table, now.”

Faith hurried to the table and hopped up on it, impressive, sweat-laden chest heaving. “That work for you, Doctor?” Faith asked cheekily.

”Oh yes,” the doctor smiled. “You really are the perfect little whore, beautiful, slutty, and obedient.” Faith blushed at the praise and then enjoyed the doctor using the stethoscope on her chest, breasts still rising and falling. “Well,” Fred stepped back. “Despite a very vigorous work-out, your blood-pressure is exactly the same as before, one hundred and five over seventy, and your breathing is fine. Time for the internal exams I think. After I’ve taken your temperature anally. On your hands and knees please, Toy.”

“Yes doctor!” The Slayer moved into her position, legs apart, her tiny rosebud and bald pussy there for her doctor to ogle, nipple-erect tits dangling down, and her on all fours like the bitch she was, ass jutting lewdly up. Faith looked over her naked shoulder and blew the doctor a kiss, wanting the Texan to know just how much Faith was enjoying it, and how the doctor could do just what she wanted to do with her.

The Texan blushed before putting on a pair of latex gloves. “My momma warned me about girls like you. I wish I hadn’t listened now, I didn’t realise how much fun you were.” The doctor sobered before picking up a thermometer. “Do you have a lot of anal sex, Toy?”

Faith nodded. “I like getting fucked up the ass,” the sultry slave truthfully replied.

“This won’t be a problem then.” Dr. Burkle squirted a little jelly on to her now latexed index finger. Cupping the Slayer’s ass with her other hand, Fred quickly spread Faith's deep buttocks and slowly slid her finger in all the way to the knuckle. Faith moaned with delight as her tight asshole clenched down around the doctor's finger. "You enjoyed that, I can tell." Dr. Burkle said as she removed her finger with a slight twist that had Faith moaning and bucking. " Okay, Faith, I'm going to insert the thermometer now, so try to relax." Faith held the table tightly as she felt the thermometer slide all the way into her anus, her heart thumping as she enjoyed the penetration and the knowledge she was completely in the Texan’s power. When the thermometer beeped, the doctor pulled it out, and made a note on her clipboard, leaving the sexy Slayer dutifully awaiting her next treatment, quite happy to sit there for as long as it took for the doctor to have her fun.

Dr. Burkle turned back to her, spreading Faith’s willing ass with one hand as she shone a penlight onto Faith’s anal opening. Faith panted with delight at the indignity of it all, the way the Texan was doing whatever she pleased with her slut for the day. The Texan turned the penlight on and shone the light directly on Faith's anal opening. "No discolorations or abrasions, everything seems perfectly clean. Despite your love of ass-fucking.” The Slayer wriggled and moaned as Burkle re-inserted her lubricated finger, Faith’s ass dancing as it was invaded. “I don’t need to give you a rectal probe, but I think I’ll enjoy it and I know you will.”

“Yes doctor, I love having things shoved up my ass,” Faith agreed as she looked over her shoulder to see Dr. Burkle had take out a seven inch, two and a half inch wide black rubber probe with a clear lens on one end and some knobs on the other.

“This is very simple, you simply insert the device in the patient’s rectum and then move it about to the position you require. Then you flick on the switch and look through the lens.” Fred patted Faith’s perfect ass. “You’re lubricated so I’ll begin.” Fred lifted the black device to Faith's ass, and began to press forward. “Please reach back and spread those pretty buttocks for me, Toy.” The sexy Slayer eagerly obeyed, grabbing her rounded butt and tugging it apart so her owners’ friend could get a damn good look at her fineness. Goosebumps ran up and down her at the degradation. “Push back as I push forward,” the good doctor instructed.

“Yesssss.” Faith obeyed, moaning loudly as the black object was buried deep inside her. Finally it was all the way in, every inch. The sexy Slayer enjoyed the fullness of the rubber instrument stuffed up her tight little behind. “Ohhh, Doctor,” she panted gleefully.

“Ooooooh,” Faith’s full lips pouted in a breathless grunt when Fred turned the device on. It was immediately akin to having a vibrator humming inside of her. One hand still on her ass, Fred spent a couple of minutes staring down the lens and teasingly moving the probe about inside her, stroking her anus’ sensitive nerve endings. “That’s good,” the horny beauty panted. “You know how to treat a patient, doc!”

Faith groaned in disappointment when Fred pulled out. “Time for your breast and vaginal exam I think.” Faith beamed at the doctor’s pronouncement. “Lie down on the table, Faith, I’ll strap you in.”

The naked and eagerly submissively Slayer quickly obeyed. “Oooooh.” She moaned as the domineering yet ever so polite about it Texan fastened her legs into the stirrups before adjusting her position, pulling her legs up until she was in a position akin to the birthing position. Next her hands were cuffed above her head, using the same sort of soft restraints they used for nuthouse patients, leaving her body wonderfully vulnerable to the pleasure or pain her owner’s friend would bring. The Texan leered down at her for a moment before beginning by turning on an overhead light, illuminating the restrained and helpless seductress in a yellow, shiny hue.

The doctor pressed her soft lips to Faith’s. The Slayer beauty’s back arched at the lovingly tender sensation, their soft tongues exploring one another’s mouths. Sweat beaded anew down the sultry Bostonian’s naked body. The saucy Texan’s actions were strictly against medical protocol, but the sexy Slayer had no intention of complaining!

Faith moaned deep in her throat when the southern belle pulled away. Her protests turned to passionate whimpers as the diligent doctor began her breast examination. Faith wriggled and writhed in her restraints as the doctor slowly, oh so slowly, ran her fingers across first one breast and then the other, feeling every bit of the tissue for form and firmness, encircling the edge of her areolas to watch how her nipples responded, feeling with a look of delight as they stiffened under her touch. Next she lightly squeezed her nipples to check for any discharge, first one and then the other. “Everything’s fine there,” Winifred declared. The Texan giggled. “Very fine.”

“Now, your owners have requested an extra special procedure,” Faith’s eyes widened when the doctor produced a syringe filled with a greyish liquid. “It appears they want you to be permanently capable of producing milk so they can use it for their cereal.”

”Like I’m their little cow?” Faith asked, heart hammering at the thought of being able to serve her two wonderful owners in yet another way.

”Exactly dear. And these are your udders.” Fred patted the pet on her head before sliding the needle into Faith’s outer left tit, the sexy Slayer shuddering at the invasion. Once half the liquid was injected, the saucy Texan pulled the syringe out, and emptied the rest into Faith’s right tit, blood trickling out of the slight piercings. “Let’s see how that worked shall we?”

Faith was unable to answer, too busy gulping in air as her heart pounded with anticipation. “Oooooh,” she grunted as Fred began applying lotion around her nipples, her nipples engorging until she thought they’d pop off like buttons on a too-tight shirt. Her eyes widened as the Texan clicked a pump over first the left and then the right, her hips pushing up as her nipples enlarged, tingling wildly with over-stimulation. “Oooooh, oooooh,” she grunted as her head moved from side to side, driven almost to breaking point by lust. It felt like two plungers had been simultaneously placed on her, and were sucking hard, as though they were trying to rip the breasts from her body. But the undeniable truth was that it was sucking white liquid from her, shooting down the plastic tubes attached to the pumps and into a small bowl resting on her trembling belly.

“I’m going to leave them on,” Fred decided. Faith whined at the declaration, god, they felt so hard, like an over-inflated balloon. What if they popped? “Let’s just see how big they can get, call it an experiment.” The doctor giggled at her whining and thrashing before striding to a new position between the Slayer’s legs. “What a pretty pussy you have.” Faith panted as the doctor trailed her finger up and down the Slayer’s bald labia, her crotch lips jumping wildly at the touch. Her head nearly exploded when the doctor’s finger just grazed her clit. “Why is it hairless?”

“Queen likes it like that,” Faith barely managed to explain.

“Ah, good taste,” Fred nodded and Faith moaned when the Texan slid a finger inside her. “And so tight too,” the doctor marvelled as Faith’s cunt muscles clenched instinctively around the invading digit. “That’ll be the Slayer healing.”

“Ooooooh.” Faith grunted and groaned, sweat dripping into her eyes as she felt the doctor spreading her outer labia, her inner labia flowering in response. Then she touched her clit again, this time pressing down hard.

”Aaaaaaaah!” For Faith it was like hitting the mother-lode she was so trained by now, and so anticipating the Texan touching her there again, she immediately released, bucking and thrashing in her restraints as her juices flowed. “Yessss!”

“Very sexually responsive,” she dimly heard Fred comment before continuing with her inspection. “This is gonna be fun. Two fingers shouldn’t be a problem, but three?”

Faith threw her head back and wailed when the domineering doctor impaled on three fingers. Her pussy clenched around them as Fred slowly dragged them in and out, thumb stroking her clit at the exact moment of penetration. “Doccccctor!”

Fred chuckled, clearly enjoying her domination of the Council slut. After a few more thrusts, the southern belle spoke again. “I bet a well-trained whore can take four.”

Faith’s shapely hips bucked towards the doctor as a fourth finger was added, sweat beading down her satin skin as the doctor picked up the pace. The Texan smiled down at Faith as she used the subjugated Slayer as she felt like, her hand speeding up and slowing down as she wished, ignoring Faith’s whimpered pleas for release. The table was soaked in the thrashing Slayer’s sweat as the Texan kept her on the edge of release for a seeming eternity. And then Fred pinched and twisted Faith’s clittie with a pair of cold steel forceps.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Faith’s dark eyes bulged, glossy lips parting in a relieved screech as her climax crashed over her, practically drowning her in an orgasmic sea. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

“Yes, as my test results suggest you’re very sexually responsive. I think that is going to be the first of many climaxes, dear,” Fred informed her, latexed, cum-slicked fingers stroking her shaking belly. “In fact, I guarantee it.”

“Oh god,” Faith moaned as she felt something wet on the skin encircling her clit. Just when she thought Fred was going to touch her there again, the Texan pulled away. “Oh wow,” Faith mumbled as she felt the crafty Texan place a clit pump’s suction cup on her clit, the pump itself resting on the Slayer’s helplessly undulating belly. And then, the wonderful instrument began its magic, swelling and lengthening her clit. “Please, please, please,” Faith mumbled, barely aware of her surroundings, driven half-mad by the over-stimulation to her clit and nipples. “Take it off, please, please.” Fred giggled, hands stroking the sultry Slayer’s sweat-covered, quivering belly before expertly inserting a finger and rubbing it against her g-spot. “Fucccccccccccck! Yessssssss! Oh god, doctorrrrrrrrr!” the Slayer’s chest jumped and hips arched as the saucy Texan sent her pliant patient crashing into orgasmic heaven. “Fuccccccccccck!”

When Faith came down from her climax, Fred was stroking her locks, the pumps still working on her clit and breasts. “I’m going to continue with your examination, okay?” Too exhausted to form proper words, Faith nodded wearily. “Good girl. You’re everything Willow said you was.”

“Ooooh.” Faith moaned as the saucy doctor poured some lube onto the sexy Bostonian’s vaginal opening. “Oooooh,” she groaned again as she felt cold steel at her pussy entrance, guessing that the doctor was pushing a speculum inside her. “Ahhh.” The sexually-aware beauty felt the medical instrument opening up inside her, the spreading of her labia pushing her tiny clit out even further.

Fred smiled at her before bending over and using her penlight to examine inside. “Very healthy in here,” the Texan reported, “smooth and nicely pink. Your Owners have a nice piece of horse flesh as we’d have said back on the farm.” The brainiac giggled. “Although I bet you’re more fun to ride than any horse back on my parents’ ranch. And if I just adjust the speculum a little I can do this.”

“Oh god, oh Christ!” Faith’s dark brown eyes widened as the cold steel pressed against her G-spot. “Ahhhhhhhh! Fucccccck! Ohhhhhhhh!” The saucy Texan’s complete control of her helpless body sent the once rebellious tramp rocking and rolling into another exhausting climax that carried on until the doctor relented in her playing with the speculum. “Ohhhhhhhh! Fucccccccccccccccccck! Pleasssssseeeeeeee!”

“Can you hear this?” Faith had barely come down from her last climax when the doctor turned on a vibrator by her ear. A low humming filled the air. Faith whimpered and moaned as the vibrator tingled its way down her deep cleavage and undulating belly, every vibration jarring her already frazzled body. “Let’s add this to the party,” the doctor whispered. Faith felt the vibrator slide down her inner left thigh, leg trembling at the touch, and then it was sliding inside of her, resting against her g-spot and suddenly turned onto maximum.

“Nooooooo! Ohhhhhh! Yesssss! Gaaaaaaaaa!” Sweat flew off the busty sexpot’s body as she wriggled helplessly in her restraints and screamed herself hoarse, a waterfall of cunny juices erupting from her crotch. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Doccccccccccccc! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Faith panted in relief when the vibrator was pulled out. “I’ve one last toy to use.” Fred held an object in front of the Slayer’s chocolate-brown eyes. “Want to tell me what this is Toy?”

Faith gulped. The object was only small, but what it could do to her in her current condition beggared belief. It was a small hand-held drum object, with the drum having something like sixty sharp spokes on it, ideal for rubbing over tenderised skin. Faith stared beseechingly at the Texan even as her over-stimulated body continued to twitch instinctively. When the Texan just smiled, Faith replied. “I…it’s a roller drum for running over tender skin to stimulate nerves.”

“Well done,” Fred patted her on the head. “And what do you think would happen when I pull off your clit pump and apply this to all those tingling nerve endings?” Faith gulped. “Let’s find out.” Suddenly the pump was off, and the Texan was pressing down on her nubbin with the roller drum, the speculum simultaneously whipped out.

Faith went wild. Her hips arched, ass flying off the exam table, stomach cramping with repeated clenches, and she shrieked, full lips permanently parted as she wailed and wailed, tears flooding down her face as juices flooded out of her twat. Every nerve in her loins was frazzled, her thigh, calf, and stomach muscles rigid as they spasmed and contracted helplessly, the saucy Texan giving her no respite. “Fuccccccccccccccccck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Goddddddddddd! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Jeeeeeeez! Pleaseeeee! Naaaaaaaaaaa! Aieeeeeeeeeee! Fuccccccccccccccccccck! Goooooooooooooooooooooooooood!!!! Ooooooooooooooh! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Yaaaaaah! Docccccccccccccccccccccc!” And then suddenly Faith was dimly aware the neuro-toy had been pulled off her clit.

When Faith came down from her climax, Winifred was leering down at her, her coat on the floor, revealing the Texan in all her lithe, pink-skinned naked glory. Faith moaned deep in her throat when Fred trailed her thumb up and down Faith’s pussy. “Well everything checks out, but just to make sure you should have monthly checks-up.” The Texan smiled down. “And we’ve got twenty minutes of this check-up left, I’m sure we can find something to do, aren’t you?”

Faith beamed and nodded. “Yes Doctor.”

“You don’t mind it if I don’t unfasten you?” Faith’s only answer were moans and whimpers as the naked Texan knelt between her spread legs and began eating her pussy.