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  It was weird how much more interesting and true his words were as long as she rubbed her tenderness. Even though she didn’t really understand what the Hell he was going on about. It was like he was planning on her being some kind of stripper who adopted sexy roles and costumes like “Stripper Cowgirl” or, well, “Stripper Nurse”.

  Sierra closed her eyes and tried to imagine some other situation. Jones obviously knew what she was trying to do.

  “No, don’t do that little one. Don’t use your mind to escape. Embrace the situation!Your pussy just needs a little help getting started. Get your fingers covered in saliva and then work two of them deep in there like little cocks. That will get your juices flowing. ”

  Sierra was surprised by his graphic words but it wasn’t an unpleasant surprise. She was revealing as much of her body as possible and now he was revealing some his true inner self. It might be a foul and lascivious inner self but it still felt like some measure of fairness.

  “Go ahead, bring some saliva into the mix to help your pussy juice flow like a spring. ”

  Sierra was reluctant but felt committed to the situation. She had no choice. She needed her job, wanted to prove she wasn’t frigid, and had to prove that bitch Tina wrong about her. She was distracted and disturbed and loath to orgasm for Jones but realized she just had to focus on the matter at hand. At hands. Hands and fingers.

  Sierra wasn’t sure which set of fingers to lick. Her pussy wasn’t super wet but it was sticky moist and all her fingers had some of her juices on them. No choice, he was staring. She lifted the stroking set of fingers up to her mouth, hesitated, did not breathe in through her nose, and licked them all thoroughly wet until saliva dollops were sliding down.

  Jones noted her hesitations for future recall.

  Sierra returned the fingers to her slit, immediately popped two in and then a third joined a moment later and she sawed them in and out vigorously. Not only did the saliva delivery help the situation but she was surprised her pussy was already much wetter than when the fingers left. Licking her pussy juice smeared fingers in front of Jones and at his command had turned her on!

  All that added saliva made her feel so wet it almost seemed like she was even more aroused. After a minute it was hard to believe all that wetness could have come from the saliva on her fingers.

  Sierra thought about licking her fingers while she finger fucked herself. When she did, the thrill of the forbidden and of embarrassment combined with the physical sensations. Thinking back to moments ago when she licked those nastily flavored fingers she instinctually moved her tongue around the inside of her mouth, could taste the distinct but subtle flavor, a flavor like liquid skin and alien fruit, and felt her arousal soar. Her pussy clenched at her fingers but was unable to immobilize them. They continued pummeling her pussy sweetly.

  “Ah, oh,” she just could not help it, “Mmmm, fuck, mmmmmmm. ”

  With passion-clouded eyes she looked at Jones with new respect. He was right. The audience of one, or being commanded to lick her own flavored fingers, or something, was definitely making this better than a normal session of fingered gratification. The proof could be heard in the sounds she made. Normally she could and did masturbate with no sound at all other than sometimes a ragged gasp as she climaxed. But this time she couldn’t stop herself from groaning, swearing, and making a litany of less identifiable sounds.

  “Oooooh!So good. Um, ummmm. I’m… ahha… shit!I’m… oh oh… finger fucking myself!”

  “Yes. You are. Good girl. Keep it up. Don’t stop but don’t come yet either. Keep going higher until you want to scream. But don’t scream and don’t come. Just tell me when you reach that point. ”

  Sierra’s face kept randomly grimacing as she worked and worked her pliable and inflamed pussy. It wanted those fingers hard and fast. Hell, her pussy wanted the entire hand up there. It all felt so great. It was frustrating to work towards a needed orgasm while knowing she could not have it until he allowed. Frustrating but nothing more wonderful!

  “Ahh, God, fuck, fuck, fuck, I have to come now. Now!”

  “You must not!Keep going but slow down a bit. That’s all, just slow down and keep going. You’re going to thank me in the end. ”

  It was so hard but she knew she had to do as he said. He was in charge of everything. She could barely control her own body. Mostly she couldn’t.

  “Do you ever taste yourself as you masturbate? Do you like sucking in and swallowing down your own sexiness? ”

  “Wha-whaat? No. No, never!I don’t… do that. ”

  “Why not? ”

  “That’s… a slutty thing to do. I don’t like it. I don’t do it. ”

  “Well, now you will do it and you will like it. Do it now. You’ll see. You’ll love it from now on. Do it!Suck those fingers dry, then get them wet again. ”

  Sierra’s passion-hooded eyes widened with shock as her pleasuring hand abandoned her needy pussy and brought the dripping wet fingers up towards her face. She felt her mouth dropping open.

  “Wait!Sniff them first. Inhale that scent deep and long before you suck them clean. ”

  Oh, how awful. She couldn’t possibly, she thought, even as she closed her mouth and flared her nostrils in a deep sniff of pussy-wet fingers wavering just millimeters from her pretty nose. The lusty, humid scent and act of obedience caused her passion to skyrocket. She took two more sniffs. They smelled so good, she felt so hot, she wanted to taste them. She was starving for her own pussy juice!

  She plunged the three wettest fingers into her mouth.

  Jones nodded gloatingly and she met his gaze as she sucked all the flavor off her fingers, sucked them dry, then laid trails of saliva up and down them again. This Jones, she thought!He was so creepy but he was still so right. The act of making a spectacle of herself licking up her own pussy juice was better than candy. A horrifyingly delightful thought occurred that she knew no future masturbation session would be complete without at least a little taste of herself.

  “Now return those fingers to your wet hole while I look you over. ” Jones stood up and walked slowly around her while her fingers worked diligently but not as hard and fast and deep as she really wanted because she knew Jones was not yet permitting her to come. It was bizarre that somehow obeying him was more important than satisfying her desperate need to orgasm. He was clearly leading her down a path unknown to her but familiar to him. It couldn’t bode well for her, she sensed that, or he wouldn’t keep the ultimate destination a secret. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help herself stumbling further down the path. Her own helplessness from a dismantled will caused shameful ecstasy.

  She could feel him looking at her, so cold no matter how hot she became. His gaze became even colder, predatory, as her passion flowed unchecked. The more helpless her own fingers made her the more ready and confident he was in pouncing.

  “Get your feet up on the arms of the chair and hang your lovely derriere over the front edge of your seat. You’re young and flexible, you can do it. It’s going to spread your sex nicely -- nicely to me, rudely in the view of the ignorant -- and that will give your fingers good access. It will also really show off your ass. All this will truly show you are completely comfortable with your body. ”

  She needed to get all bent like a pretzel making her body uncomfortable in order to prove she was comfortable with her body? Sierra wasn’t sure if the suggested positioning sounded more embarrassing or more appealing. She should refuse adamantly but couldn’t help but consider it. Picturing it made her hot and curious. Just picturing suddenly wasn’t enough. Besides, Jones was watching and his eyes demanded performance. She couldn’t deny him or herself. She already knew her fingers weren’t just working to physically please her, they were aiding and abetting his devilish plans for her.

  She assumed the commanded position. Her fingers and her sense of shame caused parall
el pleasures physical and mental. A third pleasure joined them when she saw Jones’ curt nod of approval. It caused a strange rush of submissive eagerness.

  “Keep fingering yourself but close your eyes and think about what you’d like me to do to you. ”

  She did, she did, and she did. Behind the darkness of her eyes it was no longer her fingers poking into her wet pussy, it was Dr. Jones’ hard cock and he was only prodding her with one third of that cock and he was just waiting… for the right moment… to….

  SWIP!

  “Ahhhhhhh!”Sierra’s eyes flew open but her body remained locked in place from pain shock, fingers thrust deep up her channel. She tried to assimilate the pain and assess the cause. Her ass was on fire!

  Jones stood in front of her but a couple feet to her right. He had a flexible thin cane of wood which still vibrated from the blow he’d struck or perhaps due to her watery vision from the instant tears in her eyes. She realized her ass was hanging over the edge of the chair most vulnerably, and, from the Hellish line of pain, it must sport a livid red impact, dash-dash, on each stretched ass cheek. Where did that cane come from? Was it duct-taped against the underside of the huge dining room table or what?

  “Remain in place. ”

  He actually thought she’d stay there after what he’d done?

  But she didn’t move.

  Confidently he swung his arm back and the cane rose high over his right shoulder as he casually eyeballed a target area.

  He actually thought she would just wait for the next strike?

  She held expectantly still except for eyes trying to blink away tears.

  SWIP!

  “Aaauuuuuuugh!”

  The wickedness of the blow blotted out her arousal. It was like a shocked drunk momentarily sobering.

  This was crazy!The new owner of the clinic was abusing her with a cane and she was both naked and wet, positioned lasciviously in the middle of his dining room!Crazy and wrong!All wrong and damn painful too.

  “No. Stop. I’m going to leave now. ”Her words were remarkably firm and clear under the circumstances but they both noticed her body remained locked in position, pulsing red-marked ass hanging over the edge of the chair as if waiting patiently, or perhaps even impatiently, for another blow from the cane.

  Immediately Sierra excused her inaction. The man held a cane and could perhaps cause her much more harm if enraged or if he lashed at her tender rear but accidentally struck somewhere else, somewhere more sensitive and vital, if she did move without his permission.

  Jones, however, knew better.

  SWIP!

  “Ooooh!Stop that!Please!”

  SWIP!

  “No!Don’t, don’t!I don’t want that!Stop!”

  SWIP!

  “You bastard!”

  SWIP!

  “I’m going to get up, I’m going to leave!”

  “Don’t you move, not one inch. ”Jones’ tone was calm and even as hers was panicked and ragged.

  SWIP!

  “Ah!No!Why!? !”

  “This is all business. Again, the best practitioners go beyond sympathy. They have empathy. Empathy. That means they understand by having or having had directly similar experiences. Many of your clients will be sadists or masochists. By observing my actions you can grow to understand a sadist. By feeling my actions you can experience masochism and so empathize with masochists. ”

  SWIP!

  “Ahhhhhhhh!”

  SWIP!

  “You’ll thank me later. In fact, I’ll require it. For right now, make yourself orgasm while I cane you. Pain and pleasure must be mixed to achieve a sum greater than the parts. Pain alone is just cruelty. Not that there is anything wrong with that…. ”

  SWIP!

  Sierra shook her head, trying to clear it of pain. She knew it was a vain attempt. Any banished pain was immediately replaced by new pain administered by Jones. Every time she tried to empty her cup of pain, most of the pain was left sloshing in it while Jones continued to pour more in not minding the overflow.

  SWIP!

  There were only two possible escape avenues for Sierra….

  SWIP!

  She could try to leave… but then all this would be for nothing… and who knew how much even longer her orgasm would be delayed….

  SWIP!

  Or she could just… totally give in to the experience… all sensation, pain or pleasure, equal….

  SWIP!

  If she left -- if she could even manage that -- then all this would have been for nothing and she would no longer be employed. If she gave in, she sensed it, she might end up having the greatest orgasm of her young life. The carrot and the stick… the stick being quite literal.

  SWIP!

  Her fingers were working away at her pussy, pumping like three miniature cocks teaming up to fire her lust. She wasn’t sure when they went back to work but they suddenly felt great, the pleasure the equal to the striped pain from the caning.

  SWIP!

  The pleasure… and the pain… felt so amazing.

  SWIP!

  Her vision blurred from tears as she looked up at Jones with even more newfound respect. She almost felt gratitude. As the pain built so did the pleasure, higher and higher, far beyond levels that previously brought her satisfaction. This Jones was some kind of genius!

  SWIP!

  Oh, it hurt. It was so good.

  SWIP!

  Her fingers blurred in and out, pummeling her most tender flesh.

  SWIP!

  The fingers of her other hand gathered around her clitoris and gave it a mighty pinch.

  SWIP!

  “Ahhhhhhhhhh!Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”She orgasmed so hard her arms and legs spasmed and she toppled hard from the chair down to the hard tile on the floor.

  She was lost to the world for a brief time but came partially to her senses when she realized she was on her knees, cheek sliding on the cold tiles, and Jones was messing with her asshole. He was behind her, naked now, using a finger to push in a slippery substance she guessed was his spit.

  “No. ”She tried to crawl away but she was so weak and sweaty she couldn’t get traction on the floor and Jones held her place with one arm wrapped around her hip. She felt him guide the head of his cock into place resting firmly against her anus.

  “You’ve never had anal sex either? ”

  “No!”

  “Well, then, that’s another professional element I can assist you in learning. Anal sex is a common and accepted practice throughout the world. Some places more than others. The capital, if it had one, would have to be in Austria where more than eighty per cent of the women engage in anal sex on a regular basis. It is an especially common practice…. ”

  Jones prodded his cock into her helplessly loosening rear hole and her eyes widened in dismayed confusion. She couldn’t take an ass fucking, she just couldn’t!But there was no escape available. She stopped struggling and panted expectantly. Once he had the head firmly inserted and ring gripped him just past the mushroom head he rammed the entire length of his very average cock up into her dark passage. Her eyes somehow widened even more as she released an embarrassing animal grunt.

  “…all over the world… among sluts… just like you. ”

  Jones knelt behind the panting crouched young woman and enjoyed the sensation of his cock immersed in her tight rubbery canal. His analytical gaze was as hard as his cock. Now that his cock was fully planted he didn’t thrust. There was no hurry. The floor tiles were slick and they were both sweaty. Jones refused to embarrass himself struggling for traction. If there was humiliation to be experienced that would obviously be this young female’s job to experience.

  “Make yourself a useful slut and thrust that ass on my cock. All’s fair. I’m giv
ing you my cock so you should give me all your effort. ”

  “You jerk. ”Sierra’s comment was just a mumble though. She writhed and scrambled for traction on the smooth square floor tiles. The tiles were some kind of stone so the struggles hurt her knees. It looked like she was trying to extricate herself from his cock.

  Jones’ hands on her hips held her impaled with a minimum of effort. Her twisting torso and sliding knees from attempts to crawl or to escape caused her anal muscles to flex on his cock most pleasingly. He’d had other females here on the dining room floor before, of course, just like this with his cock buried in their asses and every time he enjoyed their fruitless struggles that always bore fruit for him.

  After a minute Sierra’s struggles wound down. She was so sweaty and the floor was so smeared with her bodily secretions, both perspiration and pussy juice, that she knew by then her struggles served only to entertain him and intimately massage his cock. Her sphincter still gripped his cock hard, like a cock ring, and his cock felt overly expanded because of that. It was an exquisite sensation. Now that her escape attempts were completely futile and now that she must know that as well, he moved his hands to freely palm each cane-welted ass cheek. He squeezed and pinched forcing pleasing little squeals from her. The little squeals of protest were so pleasing that instead of deterring him they actually caused him to squeeze more and harder. He pushed the two halves of ass towards each other causing the soft young flesh to squish around the base of his cock. Wonderful.

  He pushed her forward by shoving at her ass with his hands until only the head of his cock was inside her. If she were more aware she could have pulled free then but her mind was overwhelmed with sensation, weariness, and defeat. He moved his right hand to hold her hip up and steady and used his left to wind a reel of hair from the back of her head.

  He yanked hard and sudden. The pain and pressure in her scalp caused her to buck and impale herself back onto that cock.

  The sharp pains in scalp and rear, combined with general discomfort and arousal to make her groan in frustration. The hot cock in her ass felt so strange. It scraped her lower spine from the inside and pleasurable vibrations rippled up her vertebrae.