Belinda (17 page)

Belinda pulled her hand away and shook her head.

‘You must be truthful,' he said. ‘If you are not it will be a waste of time… Do you like it?'

Belinda coloured prettily. ‘Yes,' she admitted. Without any prompting she put her hand back and savoured the size and muscularity of the disingenuous serpent.

‘We are going to give you an excess of what your infra-psyche craves, so that those secret workings of your mind will be permanently sated.' He spoke with soft reassurance and covered her hand with his own. ‘You will never again unwittingly send out signals of your hidden desires. Those concealed lusts will be extinguished like a falling star.'

Entranced by his words Belinda traced the length of the pulsing ridge.

‘Take it out,' he murmured. Without hesitation Belinda undid the buttons, a task made harder by the immense pressure straining behind them. ‘You must throw yourself into our treatment with full enthusiasm.' His voice trembled slightly with emotion. ‘You are under doctor's orders to absorb as much pleasure as possible from our therapies. You already know that intimate sexual contact outside marriage is only moral if it is part of a medical examination, do you not?'

This last comment, by design or otherwise, cleverly unlocked an overwhelming memory in Belinda as she reached into the gaping trousers and tugged his erect penis into view. It was a memory she did not realise was still there. She had forgotten the suppressed excitement in her last year at boarding school when the top form had to have six-weekly examinations by the school's female doctor. A shorthaired middle-aged woman who affected mannish clothing, her long and detailed examinations were supervised by the smiling matron, who by chance lived with the doctor near the school.

Those final year girls who were intimate enough to discuss the examination all agreed that there was only one problem – trying to conceal the orgasm that the wooden-faced doctor's fingers brought them to as she did her final check on their labia. They also agreed there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as a doctor was doing it.

Inflamed by these liberating thoughts Belinda gazed upon his bobbing column without any feelings of guilt and smoothed it back and forth. She shivered with passion as a drop of clear liquid seeped from the tiny hole at the tip. Moaning softly she squeezed the purple head.

‘Kiss it, Belinda…' his hushed words were barely audible. ‘Worship it.'

The chair creaked slightly as she leaned forward. Her tongue inched out and scooped up the liquid. She could taste his saltiness. Her conscience needed him to demand she proceed, but he remained silent and watched the internal struggle etched on her adorable face; he was not going to make it easy. After a long pause her lips formed a succulent ‘O' and pressed against his bursting helmet. The warm kiss increased in pressure, her lips slowly parted, and slipped over the tip and sealed tightly behind his ridge. Her agile tongue dipped into his single eye and tasted more of his seepage.

‘Do you like it, my dear?' His voice gave clear evidence of his own arousal. Belinda nodded, the movement making him inhale deeply, but then he suddenly stepped back and left her groping for thin air. She sighed her disappointment. ‘Do not worry, my dear,' he soothed. ‘You have many more pleasures ahead of you.'

As if reading her thoughts before she had even formulated them herself, the doctor continued quietly, ‘You may unbutton Nurse Lucy if you would like to.'

Belinda gasped. Was this enigmatic man a mind reader? She paused to gather her wits. This was all happening so quickly. Feeling somewhat calmer she released the doctor with a wistful sigh and rose to approach the waiting nurse. Without faltering she reached for the taunting buttons and began to undo them. She started with the top one, and her knuckles pressed into the soft yet firm flesh hiding within the tunic. Nurse Lucy stood without emotion as the first three buttons popped open and Belinda slipped her hands inside the uniform and cupped her naked breasts. Belinda, concentrating hard, licked her lips as she felt the twin mounds thrusting up from the nurse's ribcage. Lucy's expression remained impassive, but her hardened nipples betrayed her degree of arousal. With a cocktail of regret and excitement Belinda relinquished her hold and moved to the next button. She was rewarded with a breathless sigh from the oriental beauty as her fingertips fluttered across the erect buds. The button popped with little resistance, as did the next and the next until the tunic hung slightly open to reveal a tantalising glimpse of the dark triangle at the apex of Lucy's thighs. Belinda paused and stared at the beautiful vision. She then pulled the tunic wide, and was admiring Lucy with undiluted wanting when her own short skirt was lifted at the back. She felt the heat of the doctor's penis press between her buttocks as he took her right hand and slipped it between Lucy's golden thighs. She rubbed her finger up and down the lubricated crease as Doctor Gerhardt unfastened her skirt. He stepped back and let it rustle to the ground, then reached around, unbuttoned her blouse and removed that too. Replacing his penis in the cool valley of her bottom he fondled her breasts from behind as she flicked her fingers across Lucy's clitoris with increasing intensity. Suddenly, and just when Belinda thought the three of them were reaching for mutual orgasm's, he pulled her from Lucy. She moved away, and then returned with a low stool. She placed it on the floor and stood on it.

‘Watch this,' instructed the doctor, and with his towering erection bouncing before him he approached Lucy. The stool compensated for their differences in height, so that when he stood in front of her his engorged helmet nudged lightly at the centre of her exposed sex.

She parted her unbuttoned tunic and put her hands on her hips to keep it open, and then squatted a little to part her thighs a fraction more. Belinda watched as the doctor pushed the tip of his organ forward. Lucy's vulva resisted, and then opened like a blooming orchid to encircle the very tip of his penis. Almost sick with excitement and envy, Belinda saw the head slowly disappear into the nurse, and then stop. The doctor stayed like that for a few seconds, his shaft fully visible but the head just inside his assistant. Her eyes were shut and she was wriggling herself against it as she kept her balance on the tiny stool.

‘Nice or not?' the doctor smiled at Belinda.

‘Oh, that's nice doctor…' Belinda whispered softly. ‘That's so nice…'

He pulled out of Lucy and indicated that Belinda should change places with her. The nurse stepped down at once and Belinda did as she was told.

She stood naked on the stool and stared hungrily at him. All her inhibitions were suspended. She was convinced that his revolutionary treatment would work. She couldn't see how exactly, but the power that flowed from this man was such as to make her believe that the only way to free herself of her attraction to perverted admirers was to follow his treatment without reservation. These thoughts were not formulated into words in her mind, but took the form of a flash of emotion as the doctor pressed his tip insistently to her cunt.

He wasn't smiling now, she noticed with thumping heart as his hands gripped her buttocks to steady her on the stool. She felt the cheeks of her vulva depress, just as the nurse's had, then peel open and welcome the silky head as it moved in and stopped with its rim on her clitoris. She looked down and, seeing the shining shaft protruding from her, squatted a little as Lucy had done.

‘Do you like it?' he asked, moving his hands from her bottom to her nipples.

‘Oh yes!'

‘Do you like this?' he asked, and Belinda shrieked and jerked as unexpected agony exploded on her bare bottom. She lunged fully onto the rigid penis as the pain shot from her rear to her brain and back in relentless cycles. Holding onto the doctor for support she strained desperately to see what was happening over her shoulder. Nurse Lucy was standing behind her holding a black leather paddle. It contrasted starkly with her delicate hands. Before Belinda could react to protect herself she swung it well back, like a golfer, and swept it in a fast downward curve. Her tunic flew open and the shiny leather cracked once more onto Belinda's backside.

Belinda howled and begged the nurse to stop between sobs.

‘Do you like it?' repeated Doctor Gerhardt impatiently whilst grinding against her.

‘No,' she whimpered, her breasts heaving against his chest. ‘Of course I don't…'

‘Oh dear.' He shook his head and tutted like a disappointed father. ‘And I thought you were intelligent enough to appreciate the need for absolute honesty…' He gripped her chin and stared into her tear-filled eyes. He gave her a look of deep concern and then kissed her gently on the lips, his penis moving deliciously inside her. Keeping his lips close to hers he murmured quietly, ‘Nurse…'

With a vicious swish the paddle caught her poor bottom once more. Belinda howled again and teetered on the stool. She would have toppled to the floor, but the good doctor held her tightly around the waist and drove himself even deeper. She could not agree that she liked being beaten, even if the afterglow did somehow heighten the sensuality of the slow piston reaming her insides. Six more times the doctor urged her to admit she loved it. Six more times she sobbed her denial, and six more times the paddle scorched her unprotected buttocks.

‘This isn't working,' she pleaded. ‘Please – you've got it wrong.'

‘Do you know,' said the doctor, studying her closely, ‘I think you're telling the truth. We're on the wrong track.'

Belinda gasped and reached for him as he suddenly pulled away, leaving her floundering in a whirlpool of frustration that more than matched the pain in her behind.

‘Nurse, a complete change of approach is required,' he said, looking violently annoyed with himself for making such a mistake. He swore loudly and punched one of the chairs with a sudden display of temper that startled and frightened Belinda.

‘So sorry,' said Nurse Lucy with a sweet voice that matched her feminine sensuality perfectly. ‘We truly thought that was the correct path, but now we see it was leading us in the wrong direction.'

‘It did hurt,' pouted Belinda.

‘We know. We are sorry. Now we know what to do.' She smiled and stroked Belinda's hips with a silky touch that made her shiver. She closed her eyes, and was not surprised or disappointed when a rigid finger slipped up into her soaking vagina.

‘You like it now, yes?' whispered the nurse.

‘Yes… I like it now. It's just that…'

‘Yes?'

‘It's just that you're a woman too.'

Lucy smiled sympathetically. ‘Of course I am. Have you never been touched in such a way by another woman?'

Belinda blushed. ‘I suppose so, but—'

‘Then where's the harm?'

All through this intimate and sensual exchange the doctor observed closely. Belinda considered Lucy's argument for a while. ‘I suppose you're right,' she eventually said. ‘I'm very tired though, I haven't slept properly for so long. And I need a wash. I can't think very clearly.'

‘Of course,' smiled Lucy. ‘Forgive us our tardiness. Come.' With a quick glance and smile to the doctor Nurse Lucy led Belinda around an overhang of rock into a more private alcove. There was tub already filled with steaming aromatic water. Obviously her needs had been anticipated. She was left alone to wallow in the luxurious water, and immediately felt ten times better than she had for quite some time. As she stepped from the water Lucy returned right on cue. She held a towel and dried Belinda, her gentle hands patting and stroking more intimately than was perhaps necessary. As Belinda felt herself becoming a little flustered at the sweet touches Lucy stopped and led her to a low double bed. Lucy laid her down on it and covered her with a soft blanket. Belinda felt beautifully warm and relaxed, and with Lucy stroking her brow she quickly drifted into a welcome sleep.

‘Do not be alarmed,' Belinda heard as she opened her eyes to find Nurse Lucy naked and kneeling astride her stomach. She wasn't alarmed; nothing much could surprise her any more. And besides, she did find the nurse extremely attractive. She realised she couldn't fully move her arms, and strained to see them bound to the head of the bed by restraints she hadn't noticed before. Her legs seemed to be similarly bound at the ankles. Despite all this she remained calm. She had no idea how long she'd been asleep, but did feel very much refreshed.

The doctor sat in a chair nearby busily scribbling notes.

Lucy crouched lower and kissed Belinda long and deep. ‘Do you feel all right?' she asked when she broke away.

‘Yes – thank you,' said Belinda.

‘Now, we're not going to do anything you won't like,' Lucy went on. ‘And remember – everything we do and say is dedicated to your cure and your future happiness.' Belinda nodded and smiled a little uncertainly. Then Lucy took Belinda's left nipple between finger and thumb and squatted lower over the breast. She pulled the nipple to her, stretching the aureole, and did an extraordinary thing; she used the nipple to stimulate her clitoris, flicking it backwards and forwards across the slippery bud. Belinda found it extraordinary not only because it was highly sensual and caused both her nipples to tingle and stiffen, but also because she had never imagined such a technique probable. There was a stillness, broken only by the two females' laboured breathing and the scratch of the doctor's pen on paper. Belinda arched her back slightly to encourage Lucy.