Sex Practice, page 5
Neglecting the girl's sore nipples, Brigit snatched a massive candle from the shelf and passed it to Larry. Concealing a grin, she parted Jessica's fleshy pussy lips, exposing the pinken entrance to her tight vagina in readiness for the huge shaft to penetrate her tight sex sheath. Whimpering as she gazed in terror at the candle, Jessica's eyes widened as Larry pushed and twisted the waxen phallus against her glistening inner sanctum.
"You'll never get that inside me!" she gasped fearfully. "It must be at least three inches across!"
"It's the only way!" Larry returned concernedly. "If we're to save you from rigor mortis of the vagina, we must push the medicinal candle deep into your vulval duct to stretch your muscles and prevent a terrible condition known as lockcunt."
Her girl-flesh yielding as Larry forced the candle deep into her trembling body, Jessica lay her head on the padded couch, her face grimacing as her vaginal sheath bloated, stretching to accommodate the mammoth phallus. Further Larry drove the long candle into her aching vagina, gazing in awe as her pinken hole dilated, her taut flesh gripping the wax shaft. Eyeing her clitoris, an angry red after ejection from its bonnet, Larry decided that the time had come to take his client to orgasm.
"Use the vaginal muscle relaxer," he said, grinning at Brigit.
"Yes, doctor!" she replied eagerly, grabbing a vibrator from the shelf.
"Right, switch it on to full power and massage her clitoris."
"What... what are you going to do to me?" Jessica asked anxiously, her face contorting as the candle came to rest against her wet cervix.
"Massage your clitoris to prevent vaginal rigor mortis and possible lockcunt setting in," Larry smiled. "Try and relax and allow the sensations to come. I just pray that this will save you!"
"Save me? Is it very serious?"
"Serious? The situation is graver than grave!"
The vibrator swelling the girl's clitoris, sending electrifying sensations deep into her contracting womb as Larry thrust the massive candle in and out of her spasming cunt, she tossed her head from side to side, her black curtain of hair dishevelled, her dark eyes rolling in her sexual delirium. "Oh, God!" she wailed, her bronzed stomach rising and falling as her climax approached. "God, it's heavenly!"
Stretching Jessica's vaginal slit wide open, Brigit gazed at the girl's crimson clitoris pressed against the vibrator, visibly throbbing as her orgasm welled from her contracting womb and erupted. "Ah, ah, I'm there!" Jessica cried, her face flushing, her areolae darkening as her sperm-drenched nipples catapulted to attention. "Oh, oh! Ah, don't stop!"
Slowing the thrusting candle to a gentle, rhythmical pistoning, Larry grinned, gazing at the girl's taut flesh gripping the waxen shaft, her creamy come pouring from her abused cunt. "We'd better administer Professor Flagellant's treatment," he smiled, watching Jessica's grimacing face, her gasping mouth, as her climax receded. "I think your orgasm has warded off vaginal rigor mortis but I'll administer you the cane, just to make sure. Brigit, you can switch the vaginal muscle relaxer off now."
Moving the device away from Jessica's swollen clitoris, Brigit placed it on the shelf and gently massaged the recovering organ. "Was that all right, Jessica?" she purred.
"Yes, yes! It was... it was more than all right!"
"Good. I'll help you to roll over so that Doctor Lickman can administer the punishment... I mean, the treatment," she said huskily, slipping her fingers from the girl's wet crack.
"I think we'd better use the restraints," Larry suggested, nodding towards several lengths of rope hanging from a hook on the wall. "Leave the candle in place, it will give her muscles something to grip on and prevent lockcunt."
"Yes, doctor," Brigit murmured, helping Jessica to roll over onto her stomach. Gazing longingly at the girl's smooth, taut buttocks, she smiled. "I'm going to place this pillow beneath your hips to raise your bottom."
"The treatment won't hurt, will it?" Jessica asked, lifting her middle as Brigit pushed a pillow beneath her naked body.
"No, it won't hurt," Larry reassured her, binding her ankles to the legs of the couch with rope. "The restraints are simply to prevent your arms and legs thrashing about during your convulsions."
"Convulsions?" the girl echoed fearfully as Larry spreadeagled her arms and secured her wrists.
"Well, not convulsions, exactly," he smiled. "I'm tying you down to prevent spurious muscle spasms from hurting you. Right, Brigit - the posterior implement, please!"
Passing Larry a long, thin bamboo cane, Brigit slipped her hand between Jessica's thighs and checked the candle, easing it deeper into the tethered girl's tight cunt. "She's ready, doctor," she smiled, standing back as Larry raised the cane above his head and brought it down with a loud crack across his prisoner's tensed buttocks. Her wails reverberating around the bondage room as Larry brought the cane down again, Jessica tugged on the ropes, desperately trying to escape the merciless thrashing.
"Please, stop!" she screamed as the cane struck her crimson bottom-orbs again. "Argh! No! You said it wouldn't hurt! Please..."
"This has to be done!" Larry cried, bringing the cane down again with a deafening crack.
"Ah, ah! Please, stop! This isn't helping me!"
"It is!" Larry breathed. "This is Professor Flagellant's revolutionary treatment!"
Continuing the ruthless caning, Larry grinned as the cunny-wet candle shot out of the girl's spasming cunt and lay between her twitching thighs. "Do you feel comfortable with your naked body?" he panted, striking her scarlet buttocks again.
"Of course I don't! Please, stop now!"
"Another half-dozen or so should do it!"
The pink weals fanning out across her twitching buttocks as the cane repeatedly struck her bottom-orbs, Jessica's naked body shook violently. Her vaginal juices decanting, pooling on the couch, she cried out again, begging for mercy as Monica Moodie hammered on the door.
"What's going on in there? Doctor Lickman! Doctor Lickman, what are you doing? Who's that screaming?"
"Nothing to concern yourself with, Monica!" the demonic therapist called, discarding the cane and hurriedly releasing his victim. "Go and do some filing!"
"Who's in there with you?"
"Er... no one, only me!" And the Devil!
Bursting into the room, Monica gasped, gazing at Jessica's burning buttocks, her shaved pussy lips, as the girl rolled onto her back. "What have you done to her?" she cried, horrified by the lewd scene. "What have you done to the poor girl?"
"I thought the door was locked!" Brigit gasped. "I'm sorry, I..."
"Everything's in order, Monica," Larry grinned sheepishly, helping Jessica off the couch. "How was your dental appointment? No extractions, I hope. Your tongue's obviously still in working order."
"This is most unethical!" Monica bellowed. "I didn't know that you had an examination room! My God, you've tortured the poor girl!"
"Tortured her? You weren't tortured were you, Jessica?" Larry asked the whimpering girl. "Do you feel tortured?"
"You caned me! You tied me down and thrashed me!"
"That wasn't torture, it was Professor Flagellant's treatment. I saved you from lockcunt, from vaginal rigor mortis!"
"Vaginal what?" Monica boomed, glaring at Larry as Brigit slipped unnoticed from the room.
"Rigor mortis of the vagina," Larry enlightened the shocked woman.
"There's no such thing!"
"As you're not a qualified doctor, Monica, I wouldn't expect you to understand the intricate workings of the vagina and its associated muscles."
"I understand only too well!"
"Are you a woman of great vaginal understanding?"
"Yes, I am!"
"Then I fail to see why you don't understand. Now, if you'll leave my client to dress, I'll..."
"My buttocks are stinging like hell!" Jessica sobbed, clutching her burning bottom-globes. "And my pubic hair's fallen out!"
"I'll apply a little cooling cream to your bottom," Larry smiled. "Would you mind leaving us, Monica? I do believe the phone's ringing."
"This isn't the last you'll hear of this!" the woman hissed through gritted teeth as she stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut.
"She can be so awkward at times! Now, Jessica, get onto the couch and I'll apply some cream to your bottom," Larry soothed, gazing at the girl's succulent inner labia emerging between her hairless cunt lips.
"Why did you thrash me?" she whimpered as Larry tended her crimsoned orbs.
"I knew the caning would hurt you, but it had to be done. Had your vaginal muscles locked, I'd have been forced to perform a cuntectomy, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"
"A cuntectomy? What's that?"
"Removal of your vagina."
"I've never heard of..."
"Would you be so good as to tell Monica that you consented to the treatment?" he asked, massaging lotion into the girl's scarlet buttocks, her yawning anal crease. "She seems to think that I forced you to endure the punishment... the treatment."
"Yes, yes all right. I didn't realize that the treatment was saving me from..."
"I quite understand, Jessica. There, that should do it - get dressed now and have a word with Monica on your way out."
"Thank you, doctor," the abused girl smiled, slipping off the couch. "I'll see you next week, as usual."
"Yes, until next week. I hope the stinging wears off soon."
"Will you be administering Professor Flagellant's treatment again?" she asked as she tugged her dress over her head and veiled her technicoloured body.
"I might have to - it all depends, Jessica. I'll see you next week."
"All right then. Goodbye," she said resignedly as she hobbled off to make Larry's feeble excuses at reception.
Installed at his office desk, Larry awaited Monica's inevitable arrival - her screamed threats and accusations. If only Brigit had locked the door. He'd enjoyed the caning, taken great pleasure from luring his clients into the bondage room and sexually abusing their naked bodies. But now Monica knew of his depraved escapades, the cat was out of the bag - the pussy out of the knickers!
"Ah, Monica!" he grinned as the sex-sleuth flung the door open and stormed into the room. "When's the next client due to arrive?"
"Next victim, don't you mean?" she hissed, her clenched fists on her hips.
"Victim, Monica? I'm sorry, I'm not with you. Are you feeling ill? Perhaps you require a little light refreshment? Have you eaten today?"
"You caned that poor defenceless girl!"
"Roughage, Monica - are you having enough roughage?"
"I could hear her screaming from outside the building!"
"Not too much roughage, mind. We don't want your colon clogged up, do we? I'd hate to have to give you colonic irrigation with a garden hose!"
"Don't be so vile! I'm going to report you for tying that poor girl up and caning her!"
"Monica, you know nothing about the workings of the human body. The muscles within the pelvic region tend to seize up and... What's that smell?"
"On her way out, she told me that she'd consented to the caning. You put her up to that, didn't you? No doubt you'd threatened the poor girl with murder, with a gruesome death!"
"Of course I didn't threaten her!" You'll meet with a gruesome death in a minute. "Listen, Monica, in this business..."
"Why did you remove her pubic hair?"
So I could see her cunt. "I didn't. Some women prefer to have their vulval flesh free of vulval hair. It's Jessica's choice and it has nothing to do with us - it's her prerogative. Has it stopped raining?"
"I've just been into that room again. I discovered a towel covered with cream and pubic hair!"
"Do you shave your vulval flesh, Monica?"
"My God, you disgust me! There are ropes tied to the legs of the examination couch, there's a wet candle on the couch and a cane the floor. That explains Brigit's buttocks, the weals!"
"What did you have for breakfast, Monica?"
"What did I... I'm going to report..."
"Someone's ringing the reception bell, Monica. Let's put this behind us and get on with our work, shall we? Has Lily returned yet?"
"I'm not putting anything behind me!"
I'll put the fucking cane behind you in a minute.
"You're running a sexual torture chamber, and I'm not going to..."
"Monica, I wouldn't want to have to dismiss you for insubordination!"
"You can't dismiss me! I'd go straight to the newspapers and expose you! What have you got to say about that, Doctor Lickman?"
"How old are you, Monica?" Eighty? Ninety?
"Forty, why?"
"Ah, forty. Yes, that explains it."
"Explains what?"
"Your irrational behaviour, your peculiar mental state, your derangement. Obviously, you're near-menopausal. I do wish the weather would brighten up, don't you? The cereal crop will suffer and there'll be a roughage shortage."
"I am not near-menopausal!"
Post-menopausal, then. "The bell's still ringing, Monica. Send the client in and then you might as well take your lunch break. Don't get yourself run over when you come staggering back from the pub, will you?"
"I've never been into a public house in my life!"
"You have a history of heavy drinking, Monica! Take your broken leg, you..."
"I've been to the health authority and told them about this place, the things you get up to! You have a bottle of whisky in your desk drawer, no doubt for plying the innocent clients. I'm going to tell Mr Venereal about..."
"Yes, I was talking to Mr Venereal on the phone earlier. He suggested that I refer you to a psychiatrist at my earliest convenience."
"Of course he didn't!"
"How are your breasts these days, Monica? Still resemble two shrivelled-up empty leather bags, do they?"
"You're a disgusting..."
"It can't be easy, sleeping on your back with your hairy nipples in your hairy armpits."
"I've a good mind to..."
"Sleep on your side? Yes, that's one way round the problem. There'll be room for your tits to lie next to you now that your husband's gone. A little light caning would firm your breasts up. For a small fee, I could..."
"Right, I'm going straight to the..."
"A very good friend of mine is a psychiatrist and he'd be only too willing to certify you insane, Monica!"
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"Your husband rang me this morning. He said that he'd be more than willing to testify as to your dreadful mental instability. By the way, he told me that he's never been happier since he left you. Apparently, he's taken up with an eighteen-year-old girl."
"He can't do that!"
"He's done it! Beautiful, he reckons - sex-crazed, with hard tits and long nipples. Heavily into the kinky stuff, she is. Bondage, caning, sixty-nine..."
"I'll divorce him for adultery!"
"You threw him out!"
"He's still my husband!"
"Null and void, that's what your marriage is now. Send the next client in, please."
Watching his distraught receptionist leave the room, Larry sighed. What the health authority would do if they discovered that he had no qualifications at all, he dreaded to think! And if Gina Cology were to discover his antics...
Deciding to take Monica prisoner, keep her tied up in the bondage room and defile her plump body, he smiled as an attractive woman in her mid-thirties timidly tapped on the open door and stepped gingerly into the room.
"Ah, Jane!" he greeted her as she closed the door. "Please, take a seat."
"Thank you, doctor," the woman replied, wringing her hands nervously as she sat down.
"So, how's the relationship?" Larry asked, eyeing her open blouse, her cleavage.
"In ruination!" she sighed despondently.
"Oh, dear! The last time we met you said that things were improving."
"Yes, they were. But Lesbia and I are incompatible, I'm afraid."
"Incompatible? Mmm, that might present a problem."
"Might? It has presented a problem!"
"Tell me, Jane, this incompatibility... how was your childhood?"
"Harrowing! My father left my mother for another man when I was twelve."
"For another man? Well, that explains your incompatibility. You were sexually confused by your father's unorthodox behaviour. Did it drive you to rampant masturbation?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it did."
"There's no need to be afraid, Jane. It's a classic situation - in my line of work, I come across it time and time again. Father leaves mother and daughter for another man - daughter resorts to excessive masturbation, desperately seeking comfort from her orgasms - mother... how did this terrible event affect your mother?"
"She took to caning me every night."
"I thought as much. She was taking her revenge out on you, venting her hatred for her husband on you. How did you feel about your breasts?"
"I wrapped bandages around my body to flatten them. I was ashamed of them."
"A subconscious fear of growing up, I've seen it before. You see, all this coincides with your father's coming out. How did you feel about your pubic hair?"
"I shaved it off."
"And you still do?"
"Yes - how did you know?"
"Experience, Jane - years of vulval experience. Did you sexually abuse your body?"
"Yes, I... I used to stick things up my bottom. I... I still do. Are you shocked?"
"No, no not at all. I don't shock easily. Sticking things up your bottom was your way of coming to terms with your father's homosexuality. What sort of things did you stick up your bottom?"
"I started with toothbrush handles and progressed to... I now use well-greased candles - big ones."
"You're subconsciously seeking refuge in religion."
"No, I don't think I am."
"Yes, you are. The candles represent the church, you see. Has there been a death in the family?"
"Yes, my cat."
"I thought as much. Light a candle for your cat. Not while it's in your bottom, though, it would be perilous. The candle, I mean - don't try and put the cat into your bottom and set fire to it. Apart from anything else, I believe it's illegal. Is there a history of death in your family?"
