"The Receptionist"
Story codes: M+F exhib bd

by Orestes

orestes007@hotmail.com

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   Even as a relative newcomer to the surgical staff, 
Dr. Roxanne Tremblay had already heard rumours about 
the ' Cutters Club ' of the male surgeons. At first, 
she dismissed the rumours as folklore, propagated by 
bored nurses and resentful administrators. With massive 
egos, chauvinist attitudes, and salaries that often 
didn't match their skills, the male doctors certainly 
gave enough ammunition to their detractors. Until she 
heard it straight from another female surgeon, she 
didn't put too much stock in the stories.
   " It's been around for a few years, " explained her 
friend, Shelly Pascal. " Most of the guys won't talk 
about it, of course, but if you go out drinking with 
these guys as often as I do, the details eventually 
come out. "
   Shelly was a plastic surgeon, and had been with the 
hospital for years. If she confirmed the story, it just 
had to be true. Roxanne was curious. The rumours had 
been delicious.
   " So what goes on at these meetings ?"
   " They get a different girl each week. A volunteer. 
I'm afraid the poor girl doesn't know these men the way 
we do. Stick twelve of the biggest male egos into the 
same room, let them loose on the body of some dumb girl 
who has volunteered to let them use her sexually, and 
you can imagine the scene. These guys store up a week 
of  pressure and frustration, and then take it out on 
the body of some witless girl. I hear it gets pretty 
intense. "
   Roxanne shook her head in disbelief.
   " How in the world do they find a girl to volunteer 
for it ?"
   " I sometimes wonder the same thing. They advertise 
in adult classifieds, offering a thousand dollars to a 
girl for volunteering for the meeting. I've actually 
looked up the ad, and it does warn about the abusive 
treatment, so I don't know how they always manage to 
come up with applicants. I guess there must be some 
girls out there who get really turned on by this sort 
of thing. "

   In the days following that conversation, Roxanne 
couldn't stop thinking about what her friend had 
revealed to her. Even as Shelly had been speaking, she 
had been afraid that something in her face would betray 
the fact that she often fantasized about being 
dominated by men. She never brought up the fantasies to 
her husband, of course. He was much too sexually 
uptight to explore these feelings with her.
   Now that she knew what her male colleagues did for 
fun, her imagination worked overtime. Roxanne thought 
about it all the time when she masturbated.  She hadn't 
felt this sexually energized in years. She imagined 
what it would look like, with twelve of the male 
surgeons (which twelve, she wondered ?) surrounding 
some dumb girl who allowed herself to get roped into 
serving them. She imagined all of the indecent things 
that they would do to the girl. Then, finally, she 
imagined herself as that girl. That always brought her 
off.
   Of course, it was just a harmless fantasy. In 
reality, it was out of the question. These were her 
colleagues. She had her standing to think about. Even 
if these weren't her colleagues, she knew that she 
could never go through with it. It was too dangerous, 
too indecent, and altogether too exciting for her to 
even contemplate.

   While going through her newspaper the following 
week, Roxanne took the time to scan the adult 
classifieds. Her curiosity had grown, and she just 
wanted to see what the ad looked like. She wanted to 
know the kinds of things that they expected from their 
'volunteer'. A few extra details for her sexual 
fantasies couldn't hurt. Hell, it was normal. Even 
Shelly had looked the ad up after hearing the story.
----
' SEEKING Sexually submissive female for group session.
  Must be willing to accept abuse and humiliation from 
group of men.
  Generous financial compensation. Safety and 
discretion assured. '
----
   Dr. Tremblay read the ad three times. This must be 
the one, she told herself. She was a little 
disappointed that the ad didn't include more details. 
The words 'abuse and humiliation' really turned her on, 
but she was hoping to find out some of the specifics 
that had been absent in Shelly's account. 
   She recognized the contact number beneath the ad as 
a hospital extension.
   What could it hurt to fish for a few details ? 
   Her hands were trembling in a way very unbecoming a 
surgeon when she dialled the number.
   " Dr. Vichy's office, " a cheerful female voice 
answered.
   There was one juicy detail. Dr. Vichy was the head 
of surgery, and a married man. Roxanne wondered what 
his wife would think of his exploits.
   " Hi, " Roxanne responded, not sure what to say 
next. " I'm, uh, calling about the ad in the 
classifieds. '
   " Would you like to come down for a screening ?"
   Screening ? This was too weird.
   " No, I was just looking for a little more 
information. "
   The voice on the other end of the line paused.
   " I'm sorry, but I can only give out that 
information in person. No appointment is necessary. The 
address is..."
   Roxanne hung up on the receptionist. Her heart was 
beating fast.
   Yes, she wanted the details, but not enough to risk 
being found out by Dr. Vichy.
   Damn she was turned on by this.
   Maybe, just maybe, she could go into the office when 
she was sure that Dr. Vichy wouldn't be there. Then she 
could get all of the juicy details from the 
receptionist, but still not risk anyone finding out. 
That would be enough, she assured herself. That would 
satisfy her curiosity.
   She lifted the phone again to call in for the 
surgical schedule.

   Becky Keena loved her job. The pay was excellent, 
the workload was light, and her boss, Dr. Vichy, was 
rarely in the office. Becky could spend much of the day 
reading, or making personal calls, or whatever she 
wanted.  Of course, there were always the screening 
sessions. That was the part of her job she liked best.
   At least twice a week, a woman would come through 
the office door, usually with a copy of the newspaper 
in her hands. They were always so nervous. Becky knew 
exactly what these women were looking for, but she 
always liked to hear them say it anyhow. 
   " I'm here about the personals ad, " said the woman 
who had just entered the office. The woman averted her 
eyes when she spoke.
   Becky looked the woman over. The doctors would like 
this one. She was petite, clean cut, and quite pretty, 
in a low-key sort of way. She wasn't at all like some 
of the whorish women who came here, lured by the 
promise of money. This one didn't need the money, she 
could sense. Becky wondered, for a moment, if she 
recognized the woman from somewhere. She seemed 
familiar, but Becky couldn't place her.
   " Do come in, " chirped Becky enthusiastically. " 
I'll just close up the office for a while so that we 
can do the screening."
   Becky walked past the nervous woman, and locked the 
front door of the office. She then led the way into Dr. 
Vichy's examination room.
   " Please follow me."
   The woman followed her, after a short pause, and 
took a seat on the examining table when Becky motioned 
towards it.
   " What's your name ?" asked Becky.
   " Amanda."
   It was a lie, Becky knew, but she had to call the 
woman something. Amanda it is.
   " All right, Amanda. I need a contact phone number, 
where I can call if you pass the screening."
   The woman was hesitant, but gave Becky a number. 
Becky copied down the number, and then continued.
   " Okay, I'm going to need you to take off your 
clothes."
   Becky had done a hundred of these screenings. Every 
woman reacted differently. This one was nervous as 
hell, biting her lower lip in apprehension, but she 
also seemed excited. If Becky could handle this right, 
the woman would definitely be a good candidate. 
   Presently, though, she wasn't making any move to 
take off her clothes. Becky knew that she was going to 
have to slow down with this one.
   " Am I going too fast for you ?"
   " Well, I, uh... I'm just a little nervous, and I 
wanted to know what I would be expected to do in this 
group session. "
   " That's okay, " Becky assured her. " Just relax, 
and I'll explain the whole thing while I do the 
physical examination. Don't worry. You can back out at 
any time, just say the word. "
   That seemed to calm the woman somewhat. She still 
seemed reluctant to take off her clothes, but Becky 
urged her along. The more the woman took off, the more 
Becky liked what she saw. The woman had a good, healthy 
body. Her skin was clear and pale, which was a nice 
contrast to her dark locks of hair, and her pussy was 
well-trimmed.
   Everything about this woman said that she was 
classy; her posture, her clothes, and her manner. The 
doctors would love it, Becky knew. She had seen the 
videos of the meetings, and recalled that the men 
always seemed to enjoy humiliating the classy ones 
more. She licked her lips involuntarily, just thinking 
about what the doctors would do to this one.
   " These are nice, " said Becky, raising one of her 
hands to the woman's breasts. They weren't  very large, 
but they had a nice shape to them. The woman made no 
effort to stop Becky from fondling her tits. In fact, 
her nipples hardened under the receptionist's touch. 
Maybe this one will be easier than I thought, Becky 
speculated.
   " Why don't you lay face down on the exam table, 
Amanda, while I set up the video camera ?"
   That got the woman's attention.
   " Video...?"
   " Don't worry. If you decide to back out after the 
screening session, I'll give you the tape. If you do 
decide to go ahead, my clients will want to see the 
tape before they make a decision. "
   " Please, I don't want my face on tape. "
   Not an uncommon request, actually. Becky had a 
comeback for everything.
   " All right. You just lay face down, and I'll set 
the camera up behind you. As long as you don't look 
directly back at the camera, no one will ever see your 
face. "
   Becky set the video camera on a tripod behind the 
woman. She looked through the viewfinder, and centred 
the picture on the woman's shapely ass. She hit the 
record button.
   " Okay, we're filming now. The first thing I need to 
do is get a blood sample. We, of course, need to know 
that you are free of STD's. Also, I can arrange birth 
control for you if you need it, because you will be 
engaging in unprotected sex. "
   Becky noticed a little shudder go through the 
woman's body at the mention of unprotected sex. God 
this woman was horny. Becky hoped that the camera had 
picked it up. Just to be on the safe side, she re-
iterated.
   " Yes, there will be lots and lots of unprotected 
sex. "
   Again. a little shudder of excitement jolted through 
the woman's body. Becky smiled and winked at the 
camera. Dr. Vichy was going to love this tape.
   Becky drew some blood from the woman's arm, and then 
continued with the screening.
   " Are you married, Amanda ?"
   A pause. Becky could see the ring on the woman's 
finger.
   " Yes."
   " Will you be telling your husband about this ?"
   " No. "
   Perfect. Her adultery would assure her silence.
   " Do you want to know what these men will do to 
you?"
   " Yes... please."
   In fact, the woman was desperate to know. Becky 
could hear the excitement in her voice.
   " Raise your ass for me. Spread your legs a bit. 
Give the camera a good view of your ass and pussy. "
   The brunette on the exam table wiggled her ass into 
the air. She wanted the answers so badly, she would do 
anything to please Becky. 
   " A little more. Spread your knees and get your ass 
right in the air. Arch your back. That's nice."
   Not a very ladylike position, but the camera had a 
perfect view of the woman's now glistening pussy. Becky 
unfastened the buckle from her belt, and pulled the 
thin leather strip free of her suit pants. She made 
sure that the woman could see what she was doing.
   " Do you know what I'm going to do now ?"
   " No. "
   " I'm going to whip your ass with my belt. " The 
woman shuddered again, but didn't say anything. Becky 
looped the belt in her hand, and raised her arm. The 
woman's ass flinched in anticipation. Becky waited a 
moment longer, and then brought the leather down on 
flesh. Not too hard, yet. She didn't want to scare this 
woman off.
   " The men are going to whip you much harder than 
this. Do you want that ?"
   " Yes. "
   Becky accentuated each sentence with a new crack of 
the belt.
   " They'll punish your ass until you beg for mercy. 
<crack> They'll whip your ass, and legs, and pussy. 
<crack> The men will torture your tits. <crack> Is that 
what you want ?"
   The woman was breathing so quickly that it took her 
a moment to answer.
   " Oh yes. "
   Becky stopped the whipping. The woman's behind was 
just beginning to redden from the punishment. That's 
enough, Becky told herself. Just enough to give the 
woman a taste, but not enough to hurt her. The doctors 
would do enough of that. She stood closer to the 
examining table now, and picked up a tube of lubricant. 
She applied just a dab to the end of one of her 
fingers.
   The woman's ass cheeks contracted when Becky smeared 
the cool gel onto her target.
   " I'm going to play with your ass hole now. The men 
will want to do the nastiest things to your ass. "
   She slipped a finger inside. Nice and tight.
   " Have you ever been fucked in the ass before ?"
   " No."
   " Never ? Oh, they'll fuck your ass good then. Do 
you like my finger in there ?"
   She already knew the answer. The woman was grinding 
her ass against Becky's hand. The woman was too 
embarrassed to speak.
   " Answer me, Amanda."
   " Yes, I like your finger in my ass. "
   Becky slipped a second finger into the tight hole.
   " I want to see you reach back now, Amanda, and 
masturbate for me. Give a good show for the camera. 
When my clients see this, I want them to know what a 
hot little slut you are. "
   The brunette  reached one of her hands back between 
her spread legs, and began to stroke her pussy 
furiously. Becky continued to work her fingers into the 
woman's ass. This was going to be a great video, and 
she wanted to finish with a bang.
   " Do you want to be a slut for these men ?"
   " Yes. "
   " Tell them how much you want to be their fuck-toy. 
Say it loud enough for the camera."
   " Oh god, I'm a whore...I want to suck their 
cocks... I want them to whip me and abuse me... I want 
them to fuck my ass... please... oh, god... hurt me... 
humiliate me... cum on me... oh fuck... I'm cumming..."
   Her hips bucked wildly up and down, and Becky could 
feel the woman's ass muscles contracting rhythmically 
around her fingers. This one was really out of control. 
Becky was certain that the camera would pick up the 
sound of the woman's high-pitched squealing, and would 
have a great view of the way her juices were running 
freely over her fingers and down her arm. She was 
riding this orgasm for all it was worth, and went on 
for a full minute before collapsing forward from 
exhaustion.
   Becky pulled her fingers free, and walked over to 
the tripod where the camera was still rolling. She 
detached the camera, and took a final close-up of the 
woman on the exam table. Her hand was still buried in 
her crotch, and her legs were just slightly spread. Her 
body jerked a couple of times involuntarily as she 
recovered from the orgasm. Becky knew that the doctors 
would like this one. Dr. Vichy would definitely give 
her a bonus for finding this woman.

   Dr. Tremblay was so ashamed. She had allowed a nasty 
streak of sexual curiosity to overwhelm her judgement, 
and she couldn't believe what she had done. When the 
receptionist turned off the video camera and left the 
room, Roxanne was so embarrassed that she had hurriedly 
dressed herself, and left the office without even 
pausing to ask for the video. 
   The smug look the receptionist had given her when 
she emerged from the exam room still lingered in her 
head. Roxanne couldn't believe that she had allowed a 
girl who was hardly over twenty, and a mere 
receptionist, to see her that way. The way the girl 
looked at her was unbearably cocky. Roxanne just 
blushed and left Dr. Vichy's office as quickly as 
possible.
   Roxanne wanted more than anything to go back there 
and beg for the video, but she couldn't face that girl 
again. It was too much. She just wanted to forget that 
it had happened.
   But the fact that the video existed wouldn't allow 
her to forget.
   She couldn't stand the thought that the male 
surgeons would be watching that video. They would see 
every detail of her body, displayed lewdly at the 
commands of the receptionist. They would see the way 
that she stuck her ass up in the air for all to see, 
and the way that the receptionist had spanked it with 
her belt. Anyone who watched it would surely be able to 
see how her body had quivered with excitement.
   They would see the way the receptionist had toyed 
with her rear hole, and the shameful way that she had 
pushed her ass back to meet the intruding fingers. Then 
there were those final, slutty declarations she had 
made, while she rubbed her fingers across her dripping 
pussy. The male surgeons would all watch that video, 
and maybe they would jerk off to it, imagining the 
things they would do to the slut.
   Slut. She cringed at the word. 
   But it seemed so right. Even now, while her face 
burned in shame just thinking about the video, her 
pussy throbbed with lust. 
   At least they couldn't see her face, she told 
herself. She hoped that her voice wasn't too 
recognizable either. There was still a chance that no 
one would find out. No one had to know. The phone 
number that she gave the receptionist was to her 
personal pager, and a quick call to the pager company 
confirmed that they wouldn't reveal her identity to any 
caller.
   If she could just keep her cool, she still might be 
able to walk away from this thing.
   She masturbated three times that evening, and 
checked her pager the same amount of times.

   A week later, Roxanne was feeling a little better 
about everything. The male surgeons didn't seem to 
treat her any different. She was beginning to think 
that they hadn't even seen the video. That was a 
comforting thought. The fact that her personal pager 
had been silent in the few days following the video 
session had calmed her nerves quite a lot.
   She still masturbated every day, her mind filled 
with imaginings about the kinds of things that happened 
at the Thursday night meetings. Roxanne's visit with 
the receptionist had only intensified the fantasies. A 
part of her even imagined having another session with 
the smug receptionist, but she cast those thoughts 
aside quickly.
   All in all, she had come through it quite well.
   Until her pager went of on Thursday morning, that 
is.
   Her heart was in her throat. All of the shameful 
feelings of the previous week flooded back to her. The 
number was for Dr. Vichy's office. Despite the many 
times that she had convinced herself that there was no 
possible way that she could go through with it, Roxanne 
found herself itching to return the call. She almost 
got through an hour before giving in to the temptation.
   " Dr. Vichy's office, " the cheerful voice answered.
   " Hi, this is Amanda. "
   " Oh, great, " the girl said. " I was beginning to 
think that you wouldn't be available. Sorry it took me 
so long to get back to you. It takes us a little while 
to distribute the copies of the tape to all of the 
participants."
   Oh god, Roxanne thought to herself. They've all seen 
it.
   " Anyhow, " the receptionist continued, "the guys 
are quite excited about the upcoming meeting. I hope 
tonight isn't too soon. I hear they have some very 
special plans for you. "
   " Special plans ?" Her voice was almost a whisper.
   " Oh yes, they liked what they saw on the tape, and 
they have all sorts of naughty thoughts. Can you come 
by the office around seven ? I'll prepare you here, and 
then bring you to the meeting. "
   " Okay. " The answer slipped out almost 
automatically. Roxanne felt like she was still on the 
exam table, like she would say almost anything to 
please the receptionist.
   " All right, Amanda. I'll see you tonight. "
   Her chest was pounding with anxiety. What had she 
just done ?

   Becky made the woman wait this time while she 
finished her paperwork. The woman had arrived early at 
the office. She looked positively frightened. Becky 
couldn't wait to see what the doctors would do to her. 
   When she was finished with the daily paperwork, the 
receptionist brought the woman into the examination 
room.
   " Take off your clothes, " she commanded. There 
would be no pussy-footing around tonight. Both women 
knew what they were here for. The woman stripped down.
   " There's a washroom behind that door. I want you to 
go in and give yourself an enema. Everything you'll 
need is in there. Make sure your ass is a good clean 
fuck. Then take a shower. These guys want you well 
scrubbed."
   Becky waited outside the door while she the woman 
cleaned up. It took her quite a while to finish. When 
she came out, her skin was a light pink from the 
scrubbing.
   " Good. Now hop up on the table. It's shaving time."
   It was a beautiful sight, this freshly scrubbed 
woman, sitting on the edge of the table, just waiting 
for Becky to shave her pussy. The woman spread her legs 
so eagerly. Becky wondered how she would explain it to 
her husband. No matter, she lathered up the woman's 
crotch and inner thighs, and began to scrape away the 
dark hair from her pussy. 
   Becky was careful to remove every bit of hair, as 
the doctors had been quite particular in their 
instructions. When she was done, she rinsed and dried 
the woman's pussy, and ran her hand across it to make 
certain it was smooth. The woman gasped at the touch. 
Becky could see that she was already quite wet from 
arousal.
   "My my, you are a hot little slut tonight, " she 
taunted. She could see the embarrassment in the other 
woman's face. " Don't worry. Before long, they'll be 
doing the most indecent things to you. "
   The doctors had left a list of preparations, and 
Becky followed them to the letter. She braided the 
woman's hair into two pony-tails, tied with little pink 
ribbons. Cute. She dusted the brunette's body with baby 
powder. They were going for the schoolgirl look 
tonight.
   " On your knees, like before, " Becky commanded. She 
could see the woman quivering with anticipation as she 
assumed the familiar position, with her ass stuck in 
the air.
   Again, Becky lubricated the woman's ass, but this 
time, she finished by inserting a small butt-plug. It 
too, was pink, and had a little ribbon attached to the 
end. For her mouth, it was a long cock-gag. The woman 
had a hard time getting it down her throat without 
choking, but Becky was relentless. When it was all the 
way in, she looped the leather strap around the 
schoolgirl's face, and buckled it behind her head, just 
below the ponytails.
   " Good, now for your costume."
   Simple stuff. White knee socks, tiny little pink 
panties, and a training bra started things off. Then 
there was the genuine schoolgirl kilt and a starched 
white blouse. Becky laced on a pair of black leather 
shoes. Adorable. The guys were really going to like 
this.
   Last, but not least, Becky tied the schoolgirl's 
wrists together in front of her with a leather strap 
which served not only to restrain her arms, but was 
wrapped around a bundle of school books, which hung 
below her hands.
   Becky helped the woman down from the examining 
table. 
   " Come on, little missy. We don't want to keep the 
gentlemen waiting. "

   The car pulled up to the front of the house. Roxanne 
could barely breathe, and it wasn't just because a 
rubber cock was lodged down her throat. She was really 
beginning to panic now. Up to this point, everything 
seemed unreal to her. In a few minutes, though, there 
would be no going back. Once her colleagues saw her 
come into the room like this, dressed in a silly 
schoolgirl outfit, with a cock-gag stuffed down her 
throat, no one would ever look at her the same way 
again.
   After she walked into that room, and they knew that 
she was the slut from the video, begging to be used 
like a whore, she would never be able to command their 
respect. After they stripped off the tiny little pink 
panties, and saw the butt-plug with the cute little 
pink ribbon, and saw her shaved pussy glistening with 
arousal, these men would never again take her 
seriously.
   " Are you ready ?" asked the receptionist. " You'll 
have to walk the rest of the way alone. Follow the 
stone path on your right around back of the house. 
There will be a light on over the back door."
   On unsteady feet, Dr. Tremblay walked the cobble-
stone path. With every step, she thought of a new 
reason why she shouldn't go through with this, 
nonetheless, her pussy throbbed in anticipation. It 
ached for that initial moment of humiliation when all 
of her colleagues would see her walk in to the room, 
ready to be used.
   Just as the receptionist had described there was a 
light on above the back door. She stood there, puzzled 
for a moment at how she would knock on the door with 
her hands tied in front of her. Finally, she noticed 
the button for the doorbell, and pressed it with her 
nose.
   The door was opened a butler, who was also balancing 
a tray of drinks in one hand.
   " Please come in, miss. The guests are expecting 
you. "
   She stepped through the back door and followed the 
butler down the hall. Through an open door at the end 
of the hall, she could hear the men drinking, talking 
and laughing. It was too late to turn back now, she 
reminded herself.
   Roxanne rounded the corner, and took her first steps 
into the room. It was the moment that she had 
anticipated. The surgeons cheered and laughed as their 
prize entered the room. She couldn't look at any of 
them. Her body was shaking with excitement. She just 
bowed her head, and waited for someone, anyone, to tell 
her what to do.
   " Well, well, well, " it was the voice of Dr. Vichy. 
" This settles quite a few wagers. You see, Dr. 
Tremblay, several of our members thought that they 
recognized you from the video, but no one was quite 
sure if it was you. I, for one, would never have 
believed that the most dignified Roxanne Tremblay could 
be the very same woman as the hot little slut on the 
video. It was quite a performance, really. I think the 
lady deserves a round of applause, don't you, gentlemen 
? "
   He led the men in a to a short round of applause. 
She blushed at the attention.
   " Normally, I would offer a visiting surgeon a drink 
or two, and the hospitality of the house, but I'll have 
to make an exception here. She has come here to be 
fucked and abused, and I'm sure we can oblige her. I 
see no reason to treat her any differently than any of 
the other filthy whores who come here every week. "
   This brought another round of cheers, this one 
spontaneous. Roxanne was mortified, but also excited by 
Dr. Vichy's comments.
   " Now, slut, why don't you give us all another view 
of that beautiful ass. Get on your knees in front of 
the fireplace, and bend forward. "
   Roxanne had to look around the room to find the 
fireplace. For the first time, she saw who these men 
were. There were slightly over a dozen of them, all 
members of the hospital staff. Not all were surgeons, 
but most of these men she had worked with at one time 
or another. The room was large, and was centred around 
a large fireplace in one wall. She stepped forward and 
moved through the men towards her spot in front of the 
fire.
   Roxanne imagined what a sight she must be, with her 
little bundle of books strapped around her hands, and 
the cute little ribbons in her hair. As she passed by 
them, the hands of the surgeons roamed all over her 
body. Some grabbed her tits, others pulled on her 
ponytails, and yet others explored under her skirt. She 
also noticed that some of the men had already pulled 
their cocks out, and were stroking themselves. One of 
the men had a video camera, and was filming the action.
   Finally, she reached her destination, and dropped 
down onto her knees obediently. She knew that all eyes 
were on her as she bent forward and stuck her ass in 
the air. The skirt was short, and rode up to give the 
men behind her a good view of her behind. With her 
hands tied in front of her, she had no choice but to 
lower her chest and face all the way to the floor.
   " Very nice, " said the host of the party, " I think 
I'll give some colour to that palette. "
   He flipped up the edge of her skirt with a wooden 
yard stick. The stick must be a part of the schoolgirl 
theme, Roxanne guessed. Her ass felt so exposed, with 
just the tiny little pink panties to cover her. 
   " Nnnng, " she cried into the gag, when the first 
blow came. A moment later, she could hear the narrow 
stick cut through the air for a second time. 
   " Mmmm, nnng, " she tried to cry out again. She 
would never have guessed that the ruler could hurt so 
badly. When it came down again, she squirmed her ass to 
try to avoid the blow. That only incited him to hit her 
doubly hard with the next blow.
   She could feel the flesh of her ass and the back of 
her thighs swelling in pain. The men were really 
enjoying this, and cheered the doctor on. The host of 
the party landed blow after blow on her sensitive rear 
end. Just when Roxanne thought she couldn't take it any 
more, the beating stopped.
   " All right now, it's time for this bitch to have 
her ass fucked. Normally, I'd do the honours myself, 
but since you know her best, Randal, I'll give you the 
first crack at her. "
   Roxanne cringed when she heard the name of Randal 
Smythe, who worked in her own department. He was well 
known for his advances on the female members of the 
staff, and had even propositioned Roxanne on one 
occasion. She had turned him down, citing her marriage 
vows. Now, here she was, with her ass in the air, 
waiting for him to fuck her in front of the surgical 
staff.
   He was behind her. He grabbed a hand full of the 
sore flesh of her ass, and squeezed it until she yelped 
into her gag.
   " This is gonna be sweet, " he said, as he wrapped 
his hand around the waistband of the cute little pink 
panties. He tugged them down to her knees. 
   " Isn't this nice ? She gift wrapped it for me, " 
Randal sneered. The group of surgeons laughed as he 
pulled on the little pink ribbon, and the lubricated 
butt-plug popped out of her ass.
    She could feel the heat of his tool as he pushed it 
up against her virgin hole. He paused. Was he teasing 
her ?
   " Take the gag out of her mouth, " he told one of 
his friends. " I want to hear her beg for it. "
   Someone unbuckled the strap from around her head. 
The saliva-covered rubber cock slid out from her 
throat. He still waited behind her, with his cock 
poised to enter her ass.
   " Please..." she said quietly.
   He still didn't move.  
   " Please, " she repeated, this time louder. " 
Please... fuck my ass. "
   He was beginning to push into her now. Even after 
being stretched by the butt-plug, her ass felt much too 
tight to accommodate his penis. The pain and discomfort 
only added to her humiliation as Roxanne continued to 
beg for it. 
   " Oh god, unghh... it hurts... oh, please... push it 
into me... aaaah... fuck my ass with it... use my ass."
   The surrounding surgeons were much amused by her 
proclamations. Nonetheless, one of the guys thought he 
had a better use for her mouth. He untied her wrists 
beneath her, and hoisted her front end up so that she 
was on her hands and knees.
   " Here's a little appetiser, " the unknown man told 
her. He pushed his cock up against her lips. She 
swallowed it whole, allowing the human flesh to push 
down her throat where the rubber phallus had rested. He 
groaned with delight.
   Randal's cock was almost fully buried in her ass 
now. With a final painful thrust, she felt his balls 
slap up against her pussy.
   " Oh yeah, I knew that you'd be a good fuck. Your 
ass is so tight, I can hardly move. "
   He began to slowly hump her ass now. The sensation 
was so intense that Roxanne almost forgot about the 
cock that was sliding in and out of her throat. She 
began to push her ass back to meet his thrusts. The 
pain was delightful.
   The other men cheered as the two doctors impaled 
Roxanne, one from each end. Randal held her roughly by 
the hips as he slammed his cock into her bowels. The 
other man held Roxanne by the ponytails, and fucked her 
mouth slowly.
   " Oh, yeah, bitch, " Randal continued, as he 
increased the tempo. She could tell by the way his body 
was moving that he was close to orgasm. " You act so 
clean and proper, but now we can all see you for what 
you are. You're just a slut. I'm gonna give you my cum 
now, bitch. Ungh... take it, you slut. "
   She groaned along with him as he loaded her ass full 
of his cum. She was sure that her face glowed red from 
the shame of his words, but her body was proving him 
right. Her tight hole squeezed his cock as he pulled it 
out, and her pussy was quivering.
   Roxanne turned her attention to the cock in her 
mouth, and was only vaguely aware of the man with the 
video camera walking around behind her to get a close-
up shot of her creamy rear hole.
   " Stay on this shot for a moment, " Dr. Vichy told 
the cameraman. From the side of the fireplace, he 
produced a poker, and used it to stir the embers of the 
fire. When he removed the hot instrument from the fire, 
he used it for a less benign purpose. He poked the hot 
metal against the brunette's exposed upper thigh.
   " Aaay-anng..." she howled against the cock in her 
throat.
   The head of surgery was careful not to let the poker 
burn too long, but as soon as he removed the cruel 
instrument from one thigh, he turned it in his hand, 
and placed it against her other.
   The man who had his cock in Roxanne's mouth clearly 
enjoyed the stimulation of her jerking forward and 
trying to scream from the pain. His hips began to buck 
wildly, and a moment later, Roxanne could taste his hot 
fluid filling the back of her throat. 
   Then, suddenly, she was left alone and empty. The 
cock popped free from her mouth, and the hot metal was 
gone from behind. She was left there, on her hands and 
knees, breathing heavily, with cum dribbling from both 
ends. A little tremor of lust shook through her body as 
she looked up to see who would use her body next.
   " Did you like that little taste of sperm ?" asked 
Dr. Vichy. The cameraman moved around front of her now, 
to catch her responses.
   " Yes. "
   " Would you like some more ?"
   " Oh god, yes... please."
   " Please what ?"
   It was so embarrassing. They were going to make her 
beg for everything.
   " Please give me sperm... cum in my mouth... I want 
to taste it."
   " Luckily, we'll be able to fulfil your request in a 
most dramatic fashion. One of our guests is in charge 
of the fertility clinic at the hospital. When he tests 
men for fertility, they provide sperm samples. When he 
is done with these samples, he is supposed to dispose 
of them. Tonight, you will be of extra service to the 
hospital, and help us to dispose of these wastes. "
   Disgust rose in Roxanne's stomach. They couldn't 
possibly expect her to swallow the leftover sperm from 
the fertility clinic, could they ?
   " In all, he was able to spirit away over fifty of 
the samples, which he has thoughtfully warmed up for 
your consumption. Now we're going to have some fun with 
your tits while you beg for us to feed you the results 
of his labours. Kindly open your top for us. "
   Roxanne rose to a kneeling position and nervously 
began to unbutton the blouse. The men whistled as she 
pulled off the garment, revealing the tightly fitting 
training bra beneath. Her skirt fell back down into 
position, covering her abused ass.
   " The bra too, " Dr. Vichy told her.
   She reached behind, and unfastened the bra, giving 
the men their first view of her breasts. One of the men 
walked around behind her, and tied her hands behind her 
back, forcing her to display the mounds more fully.
   " Doctors Anderson and Blair, would you like to take 
care of her tits ?"
   The two men were quite eager. Roxanne knew them as 
the cardiac specialists, each over fifty years old. 
While they took position at either side of her, another 
man approached, holding a china bowl. Roxanne could 
only assume that he was the fertility specialist, and 
she shuddered to think of the contents of the bowl.
   At first the two cardiologists were gentle with the 
breasts, kneading the soft flesh, and circling her hard 
little nipples with their fingers. The feelings were 
pleasant, but her mind was more on the man in front of 
her. He scooped a silver spoon into the bowl.
   " Open wide, " he told her, as if talking to a small 
child.
   She hesitated. The thought of the re-warmed sperm 
revolted her.
   " Ayaah..." she cried out, as one of the heart 
surgeons pinched her right nipple cruelly. Her cry was 
cut short, as the doctor in front of her took the 
opportunity to scoop a mouthful of the semen from the 
bowl into her open mouth.
   She choked the thick fluid down her throat, trying 
not to think of the source. The taste of sex coated her 
mouth and throat. The cameraman was getting a close-up 
view of her utter humiliation. Her mind flashed on what 
it would look like on the video, with a man spoon 
feeding her a bowl of re-warmed jizz. God, how could 
such a thing make her horny ?
   " Ready for more ?"
   " Yes, " she said quietly. Her pussy throbbed.
   Ready or not, another spoonful of the goo was 
deposited into her mouth. This time, she closed her 
lips around the spoon, and swallowed the cum almost 
eagerly. She could hear her audience laughing and 
cheering as she smacked her lips, and opened her mouth 
anxiously for another helping.
   The two cardiologists began to torture her breasts 
in earnest now. They produced some wooden clothes pegs, 
which they began to clamp onto her sensitive nipples. 
   " Do you want some more ?"
   " Yes." Roxanne tried to ignore the increasing pain 
on her breasts.
   " Beg for it."
   She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She 
wasn't certain if it was from the pain in her body, or 
the shame of the words that were forming in her head.
   " Please... give me some sperm... I want to taste 
it... I want to swallow it all... oh, god, let me drink 
it..."
   Spoonful after spoonful of the warm semen  was 
spooned into her mouth as she begged for more. The more 
she degraded herself, the more she craved the abuse. 
The two cardiologists continued to twist and pull on 
her little tits, much to the delight of the crowd.
   " Oh god, give me more... I want your cum... spoon 
it into me."
   The doctor was all to eager to fulfil her requests. 
He spooned the jizz so quickly, that he often missed 
her mouth altogether, depositing the thick warm fluid 
onto her cheeks and chin. It streamed down her face and 
neck, and onto her tortured breasts.
   " Nnnng... more, " she begged, as the bowl slowly 
emptied.
   He stopped spooning. Roxanne held her mouth open, 
her body shaking with lust. He brought the entire bowl 
forward, and rested the rim on her bottom lip. She knew 
what was coming, and let out a little moan. He tipped 
his edge up the bowl upwards, pouring the remaining 
sperm into the open cavity of her mouth.
   The thick white goo flooded Roxanne mouth. Her 
depravity had brought her this far, and now she was 
wallowing in it. She slurped the contents of the bowl 
down her throat as quickly as the man could pour it. 
Wide streams of the stuff escaped from the corners of 
her mouth.
   " Please..." she whined, as the supply stopped. The 
whole lower half of her face was covered now. Her lips 
were strung together with ropes of the jizz.
   The doctor placed the bowl on the floor. All that 
remained was the thick residue of  the warm fluid, 
collecting in the bottom of the bowl. 
   Roxanne didn't pause. She bent forwards to reach the 
bowl with her mouth. To the amusement of the 
spectators, she placed her face into the bowl, and 
began to lick and slurp up the residue, like a dog 
finishing its dinner.
   The men let loose on her then, no longer waiting for 
instructions from Dr. Vichy. She could feel someone 
removing her skirt, while she lapped up the remaining 
semen from the bowl. And then, finally, someone had his 
cock in her pussy. She didn't care who it was. She just 
grunted in delight when he sunk his tool into her wet 
passage.
   She came instantly. Her whole body quivered with the 
feeling.
   When he came, he was replaced by another. And then 
another.
   The men came and went. Sometimes they fucked her 
shaved pussy, other times they took her ass. Only a 
couple of the guys wanted to use her sloppy mouth, 
after her face was so thickly coated with cum.
   Further into the evening, they returned to beating 
her body with various tools. She didn't care. She let 
the pleasure and pain wash over her. All she cared 
about was the humiliation. About being used. Abused.
   In the end, when her body could take no more, she 
drifted into the darkness.

   It was over a week later, but some of the bruises 
had not yet healed. Even as Roxanne Tremblay sat in the 
restaurant with her friend, Shelly Pascal, she shifted 
uncomfortably in the chair. While the physical wounds 
had begun the process of healing, the damage to 
Roxanne's career just kept on getting worse. Roxanne 
was on the verge of tears.
   " I don't know what to do, Shelly. I know I got 
myself into this mess, but it isn't fair that I should 
pay such a high price. "
   " Come, come, dear. It can't be as bad as you 
think."
   " But it is. Lawrence has filed for divorce. We were 
already heavily in debt from our student loans. After 
the legal bills, there won't be anything left. "
   Shelly held her friend's had from across the table.
   " I can't work here anymore. Those bastards released 
a portion of the video to the administration. Of 
course, they covered their own identities. The 
disciplinary committee is meeting this afternoon. I 
just know that they'll ask me to resign."
   " And will you ?"
   Roxanne paused.
   " I can't even face them. Once they've seen the 
video, it's all over for me. "
   " What will you do ?"
   She let out another sob, and wiped the tears away 
from her eyes.
   " I don't know. I'm screwed. I can't afford to pick 
up and tour the country, looking for a hospital that 
will hire me. Even if I found a hospital that would 
overlook my resignation, how long would it be before 
the rumours caught up with me ? Everyone knows 
everyone. It wouldn't be long before I was forced out."
   Shelly squeezed Roxanne's hand sympathetically.
   " Oh my god, " Dr. Tremblay continued, " I can't 
afford this right now. I can't afford to be out of 
work. What in the world will I do ?"
   The two women sat in silence for a full minute.
   " Well..." started Shelly, and then she paused 
again.
   " What ?"
   " No, it wouldn't work out."
   " What ? Please Shelly... anything."
   The desperation was apparent in her voice.
   " Well, you know that I've been thinking of leaving 
the hospital for some time now, to go into private 
practice. In my speciality, there's good money to be 
made. "
   It was true. A plastic surgeon could make a fortune 
in private practice. Roxanne's heart swelled a bit. 
Would Shelly be able to help her financially ?
   " It won't be long now before I open the clinic. 
I've kept it quiet, but I'll probably have the doors 
open in less than a month. "
   " And..." Roxanne pressed.
   " Well, I could always use a good receptionist."

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