Reblogged from eenslaved
eenslaved: The metal examination table beneath her was cold, and she was half blinded from the bright lights. She twisted her head to and fro and heard the sharp rattle of her cuff buckles against the table. The leather cuffs were wrapped securely around her wrists and ankles. She wondered what he would do to her. After their last session, she wore the cuff marks for three days….as well as the other marks on other parts of her body.
She could hear Dr. Clark preparing her enema as he did every session. This was one thing she could anticipate as routine. He always started off their sessions by cleansing her….hanging the solution bag above her head so she could watch its contents flow out as she felt it fill her…making her hold her enema solution inside her for agonizing minutes while he toyed with her clit and cunt until she was a mess of sweat and tears, begging mindlessly.
Dr. Clark’s fingers walked down her chest and circled her nipple, which drew tight and stiff.
“Perhaps it’s time for me to breed you,” he mused. “These tits will be even more lovely once they’re swollen with milk.”
She shivered and pulled unconsciously at her cuffs, unsure how serious he was. Dr. Clark was a master at mindfucking her with his words.
Standing over her, she watched his lean, slightly cruel face as he stared intently down at her vulnerable body. He always restrained her so she was helpless to his examinations and experiments with her body, but he was diabolical in that he liked to leave a bit of slack…enough for her to bring her knees together a bit. She could, but she wouldn’t. She didn’t have permission to, and he had trained her to understand the price of disobedience. She knew he enjoyed making her actively submit to him; keeping her legs spread on her own was just a part of it.
His fingers closed on her nipple, compressing the tender bud, distorting its shape as he twisted and pulled until her back was arched entirely off the table. Her cries echoed off the tile walls, high pitched and unbroken.
“This body is incredibly responsive and resilient,” Dr. Clark murmured. “Who owns this body, Nurse Ellie? This wanton, needy body?”
Her voice was hoarse as she answered “You do, Doctor.”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s time to clean your dirty hole. A slut like you needs to have her holes filled, doesn’t she? After that, I would like to see how wet your pussy gets and how many times you can climax even while experiencing intense, concentrated pain. I should have reminded you to alert the head nurse that you may need to take the next few days off.”
(photo from Femme Fatales, Crazy Mary episode)
Reblogged from THE WORLD OF DR. ORLOFF!
Reblogged from the soul is bone
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imagine the morbid prose that this macabre instrument would produce
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