Chapter Two

Sophie stifled a sob and tears trickled down her chalk-white cheeks. She could not believe she was experiencing this horrific living nightmare. She wanted to shrink away when Omar knelt down beside her but she still seemed quite unable to move.

“I administered an epidural from the neck down whilst you were sedated. You will be totally immobilised for some time yet,” he explained as he unzipped the latex bag that contained her naked body. “This body sack was quite unnecessary really but I did so love the thought of the fear it would instil in you, coming to and finding yourself restrained so. There is nothing so arousing as complete terror in a woman’s eyes.”

With Sophie’s slim pale body removed from the sack, Omar began to fondle her breasts. Sophie felt scared and humiliated; and the fact that she could see his hands on her but could not feel them heightened her ignominy. Then Omar stood and undressed himself, neatly folding the white doctor’s coat, pale blue shirt and grey trousers and placing his socks and his watch inside his shoes as though he were going swimming. Sophie was horrified. She was technically still a virgin, for the lesbian had never been with a man in her life before.

“No. Please, for God’s sake, no, no ...” Sophie sobbed tearfully in a choked voice as Omar straddled her body and plunged his huge, stiff ebony manhood into her lust tunnel, pushing wide open her lifeless legs.

“It excites me to see a woman so helpless. I delight in the knowledge that you cannot feel what I am doing to you, that you are gaining no physical pleasure at all from what I am doing. You see, little Sophie, when a man sexually tortures and rapes a woman, no matter how distressed or frightened she is, no matter how much she resists, her body responds and she ultimately orgasms - her body betrays her by giving her pleasure against her will. I enjoy knowing that the woman beneath me cannot possibly take any pleasure from what I am inflicting on her. The pleasure is entirely my own. That is why I get so much satisfaction from having sexual intercourse with my patients whilst they are anaesthetised on the treatment table. Most never know that I have been inside of them, that they have been violated. But some I take great pleasure in telling.” Sophie had her eyes tightly shut now, trying to block out this nightmarish experience, but she could not block out Omar’s voice as he continued on and on whilst still savagely pumping her inert body.

“There was one girl, a seventeen year old committed by her parents because of her drug abuse. She was so pretty and looked so young. It was great fun fucking her when she was under the influence of hallucinogenics because she would truly believe that I was a terrible beast, some demonic creature with horns and fangs, and a prick of fire. And who was going to believe a junkie’s wild claims that they had been raped by the devil? And who would ever believe you, now that an eminent and respected psychiatrist and neurosurgeon has declared you psychotic and committed you? You know, it’s fantastic, knowing that I am the first man ever to be inside you.”

“You’re sick!” Sophie wailed, nanoseconds before Omar suddenly spurted his cream into her body and then withdrew. “You won’t get away with this!”

“What a naïve and foolish girl you are. I have been ‘getting away with this’ as you put it for years,” he smirked as he dressed. “Now, you will begin to slowly regain sense and mobility soon so I must restrain you once more. This time I am going to use a strait jacket, though, not the body sack. And Nurse Elizabeth is going to administer an enema to empty your bowels and also insert a catheter. We don’t want you making a nasty mess on the floor, do we? Don’t wander off now whilst I go and fetch some bits and pieces.”

Sophie was left alone to her thoughts and her dismay. She had never before been so frightened. What had happened to Natasha? And what was going to happen to her? As she pondered despairingly over the fate of herself and her lover, she did not at all like the direction her thoughts were taking her ...

Elizabeth Tyrell, a mousy creature with short mid-brown hair and a plumpish figure, entered the room pushing a metal trolley, on which there was a bowl of soapy water, an assortment of tubes and other medical paraphernalia. Sophie immediately turned her face away from the woman and closed her eyes; she determined not to speak to her, not to acknowledge her presence at all. If she were expecting a scene, screaming or begging, then she would be disappointed. How could this seemingly harmless middle-aged woman possibly be a part of such inhumane barbarity?

Elizabeth took plastic sheeting from the trolley and laid it beneath Sophie’s rear. She was aware of dull sensation but not yet discomfiture or pain. Elizabeth then took a long thin length of rubber tubing and inserted into Sophie’s anus with ease, the still semi-anaesthetised body offering no resistance. She proceeded to use a syringe to spurt the soapy water through the tube and into her bowels.

“This is actually totally unnecessary. We know your bowels are empty because you defecated earlier, when you were unconscious. But Dr Rabanne wanted it done to you anyway.” Elizabeth fetched a thick cotton towel and placed it between Sophie’s legs. “As soon as I remove the tube, the soapy water will be evacuated. Then I will fit the catheter to drain any urine in your bladder. As soon as sensation has fully returned, Dr Rabanne will begin your ... treatment. It’s sexual therapy to begin with. Won’t that be fun?”

Sophie knew that the woman was deliberately goading her, could hear the smugness in her voice, but she still refused to acknowledge her presence or anything that was happening to her right now. She was not going to give this bacchanalian witch the satisfaction she craved by rising to her bait!

Elizabeth proceeded to insert the catheter - she did not leave it in place but merely used it to drain any urine in Sophie’s bladder and then removed it once more. Then she left. Sophie was only alone for the briefest of moments, however, before Omar returned with the straitjacket. It was not the usual institutional style jacket, but one of supple red PVC fabric with a big heavy-duty back zipper. A collar strap, three back straps, two crotch straps and sleeve strap all locked through a locking roller buckle and the jacket had no less than seven padlocks. It was certainly not standard medical equipment - it was bondage fetish ware! The sadistic doctor inserted anal and vaginal dildos into Sophie’s twin orifices, which were then kept firmly in place by the buckling lockable crotch straps.

“You will not be able to fully appreciate the pleasure of these until all of your senses have returned. But then, they are definitely more for my pleasure than yours. They will ensure that you are open and ready when our session begins this afternoon,” he told her. “Then you will discover that here we have the finest sexual equipment possible.” He then deftly blindfolded her, using a lockable padded blindfold with a roller buckle for a very tight fit; she could not even open her eyes beneath it and it blocked out all light. Omar gave a short amused laugh when the frightened girl let out a sudden sob. He then used broad bondage tape around her ankles. Once certain that she was completely immobilised, he left her alone once more.

After hearing the door slam shut, Sophie let out a long wretched moan and then began to sob pitifully to herself. The most horrific images were racing through her mind and she felt in terror for her very life. Was this depraved and warped monster Omar capable of murder? Was that the dreadful truth of Natasha’s disappearance? Or was she here somewhere too, also a prisoner of this sadistic fiend who seemed determined to use his victims for every sexual perversion possible?

Against all odds and despite her distress, Sophie must have cried herself to sleep for some time later (how much later, she did not know) she struggled back into wakefulness. Her body was aching terribly - she had a dreadful backache, an agonisingly stiff neck and a thunder was roaring through her head. She was also all too aware of the stiff alien intrusions in her lust tunnel and tight little rear hole. The anal virgin felt as though her body was being torn apart - Natasha’s huge rubber strap-on had never ventured to that most secret of orifices, only her tongue.

Sophie had no idea how long she lay there in agony waiting for her captor to return to inflict more torment. Eventually she heard the door open and recognised two female voices - Liz and the woman who had posed as Natasha. Were they alone or was the doctor with them? She strained to hear but could not tell. If Omar was with them, he did not speak.

“Feeding time,” Liz said brightly. “We’ve been ordered to tube-feed you, naturally.” Before she had time to resist, her mouth had been prised open and a long thin rubber hose was being forced down her throat. She gagged, and struggled as much as she could under such restraint, terrified that she was going to choke to death. One of the two women pinned her down as the other fed in the tube. It became easier once the tube was fully inserted but was still painful and frightening. Puréed food was then squirted through the tube into her stomach. She gagged again when the tube was swiftly withdrawn. She was administered an injection, neither of the nurses explaining to her what it was, increasing her fears; it was in fact a contraceptive injection. The blindfold was then removed and the bondage tape from her ankles. Liz removed the bondage tape from around her ankles and hauled her roughly to her feet; between them they led her from the padded cell and down a long stark white corridor.

Dizzy, unsteady on her feet and her upper torso still constrained within the bondage jacket from which escape was impossible, Sophie did not waste her energy in struggling or resisting in any way. They led her to one of the many doors leading from the hallway - a plaque on the door read ‘sexual therapy’ and Sophie felt her stomach turn and her heart miss a beat. ‘Natasha’ pushed the door open and Sophie was led inside.

“Ah, good, my patient is prepared!” Dr Rabanne declared with sinister glee.

Liz and ‘Natasha’ left the room, leaving the terrified Sophie alone with the darkly brooding Omar Rabanne.

“Where’s Natasha? What have you done with her?” Sophie’s heart screamed out silently; though she longed to demand the question, she was too afraid of the answer. And too afraid that the answer to that question might confirm what fate lay ahead for her. So she did not speak. Neither did Rabanne. In silence, he swiftly set about freeing her from the straightjacket, removing the dildoes and then proceeded to dress her in an outlandish fashion. She was swiftly decked out in a black latex leotard with a red trim - her breasts were lifted and displayed, her labia lips peeped provocatively through a cut-away crotch and her bottom cheeks to were displayed beautifully; the sexy garment was designed to allow easy access. Seamed hold-up fishnet stockings and stiletto shoes with a buckled ankle strap completed the outfit. Rabanne then escorted her, teetering awkwardly on the high heels, down the hallway to yet another room. It was completely empty apart from speakers high up on the walls and CCTV cameras in the corners and a large mirror against one wall. Sophie guessed at once it was probably a two-way mirror allowing anyone in an adjoining room to look in.

“You are about to meet some other patients of mine. Indeed, you are going to help with their treatment. They are men who have come here to be treated for their excessive sex drives. Each one is guilty of sexual assault or rape and, having served their sentences, have voluntarily admitted themselves here for treatment. Part of that treatment is what we call saturation therapy. I have given them a large dose of aphrodisiacs and sexual stimulants as well as a narcotic and now I am going to leave them in here with you to see what happens. The CCTV will record everything for my close analysis later.”

Left standing alone in that empty room awaiting the companionship of a group of convicted perverts, Sophie’s pulse began to race once more.

She sat down on the floor, afraid she would fall in those dreadful four-inch spike heels that were causing the backs of her calves to ache. She stared at the huge mirror that dominated the room and wondered who was looking through it at her. Rabanne, for certain, but who else was going to witness her savage violation? As she glared at that hated mirror, the door suddenly opened and three men were quickly hustled into the room; the door was instantly slammed shut again behind them. Sophie was stunned by the fact that all three were stark naked.

For a few seconds no one spoke or moved as the men quickly took in their surroundings, and the presence of the sexily clad young nymph. One, a man in his mid-sixties with a potbelly and balding grey hair, went over to the mirror and acknowledged their unseen audience with a low bow and a sarcastic grin. He then proceeded to masturbate himself in front of the mirror. The second man was in his thirties and was fairly attractive in a rugged way; he concentrated all of his attention instantly on the embarrassed and anxious Sophie, fixing her in an intense and licentious gaze that seared through to heat her blood. The last man was tall and lanky, with long hair tied back in a ponytail and an earring in his right brow; he tried the door then went and spat on the mirror before turning his attention to Sophie. He looked glassy-eyed and was literally drooling as he ogled her.

“They’re expecting an orgy. Don’t want to disappoint them, do we, sweetheart?” he sneered, reaching down to grab Sophie’s wrists and pulling her to her feet. He grasped her about the waist and pulled her close to him and she could feel his already stiff manhood jabbing at her. “Want to know the name of the man that’s about to fuck your cunt, little girl? It’s Kurt. Now you say, ‘Pleased to meet you Kurt. I’m a slut. Please put your penis inside me.’”

Sophie stifled a sob and remained silent. Kurt suddenly shook her violently and screamed at her. “Say it. Say it NOW!” he yelled in her face. Sobbing and trembling, Sophie choked out the words.

“I’m a slut. Please put your penis inside me ... Kurt.”

With a wide grin of satisfaction, Kurt pushed her to the floor again and began to manhandle her into position doggy-style. Suddenly the man who had been masturbating in front of the mirror lunged forward and thrust Kurt aside. He grabbed Sophie’s heels and pulled her legs out from under her so that she fell flat on her face and lay prone and trembling. But Kurt was up and at him instantly and they began a brawl on the floor. The ruggedly handsome individual who had been leaning casually against the wall watching with leery amusement now came forward.

“Chill out, guys,” he drawled. “Sharing the whore will be much more fun than fighting over her. Graham’s meat can go up her arse whilst you screw into her cunt, Kurt, then you can swap about. I’ll fuck her after you’ve both finished with her. What do you say?”

Kurt chuckled and a hunger glittered in Graham’s bright blue eyes. Kurt rolled Sophie onto her back; she did not resist but neither did she assist, remaining as limp as a rag doll for them to do as they would. She kept her eyes tightly closed and her hands clenched into fists as Kurt straddled her upper torso to rub his penis between her lush breasts with their puckering dark pinnacles; Graham grasped her ankles and thrust her legs high, resting them against Kurt’s back - he then thrust his short but very thick erection into Sophie’s lust-tunnel, causing her to cry out. The rugged arbitrator remained at a distance still, watching with satisfied amusement. He was biding his time, allowing his cohorts to prepare her for him - by the time his turn came, he considered, she would be wet and open and ready; and if the others were already satiated, he would have all the time in world with her all to himself. So he remained quietly in the background, weight on one leg and arms crossed, watching the carnality with a smug grin.

The show was certainly not a let down for the solo audience. Graham continued to thrust savagely in and out of Sophie, slamming his balls against her and achieving a great depth of penetration in that painful position. Meanwhile, Kurt shifted himself forward a little and thrust his cock into Sophie’s mouth, gagging her cries and moans of pain and unwanted pleasure as her body betrayed her by responding against her will to the penetration and violation. Her mouth was stretched and filled, her jaw ached and she gagged as his knob end came to close to her throat. When Graham was brimming close to orgasm, he withdrew. He and Kurt changed positions; Graham now thrust his short fat knob into Sophie’s mouth and Kurt shoved his massive erection into her soaking orifice.

Sophie could smell and taste her own self on Graham, the slight yeastiness of female sex. Again, Graham withdrew before climaxing. Kurt released his grasp on Sophie’s legs and lay down on top of her; still carefully ensuring the continuation of their union, he rolled onto his side and pulled her with him. Graham now lay down behind her and thrust himself into her tight rear, struggling against the resistance of her sphincter. Both men could feel the other inside of her and this somehow increased their arousal. With a new urgency they both began to thrust rhythmically in and out of those twin orifices in unison, Sophie moaning and sobbing as they crushed her naked form savagely between them. They climaxed nanoseconds apart, exploding their cream into the terrified Sophie with a twin roar of triumph and euphoria.

Graham withdrew at once; theatrically gave a low bow before the mirror and then went sit down by the door, as though anticipating the imminent return of their gaoler. Kurt remained inside Sophie, rolling her onto her back and lay on top of her, crushing her twin peaks beneath his chest.

“Tell me how good I was, sweetheart,” he commanded; the endearment uttered in a mocking tone. Sophie was crying bitterly and did not answer. Kurt dealt her a slap that reddened her pale cheek. “Tell me I’m the best fuck you ever had, bitch, or else ...” He squeezed her upper arms so tightly she could feel them bruising.

“You’re a great fuck. The best I ever had,” Sophie whimpered and Kurt gave a satisfied grin. He pulled himself out of her and then thrust his penis into her mouth so she was forced to suck him clean of their combined love-juices. Satiated, he then went to sit with Graham and the two men chatted quietly, glancing occasionally at Sophie.

For a few long moments, the third stranger simply stood and gazed at her exhausted form. Then at last he strode across the room and nudged her belly with his foot.

“Stand up,” he told her, his voice smooth. She slowly got to her feet and stood unsteadily, her head lowered so she would not have to look at him. “Get undressed.” Slowly and reluctantly, Sophie obeyed the order. She knew there was no point in resisting, she would only make him angry and in all likelihood he would force her and it would hurt so much more then. Acquiescence was the only option for now. Soon she stood before him, naked and trembling. He stood and surveyed her; an openly appraising stare that lingered on her full breasts then journeyed slowly down to her almost boyishly flat stomach and then to the triangle of blonde curls and her upper thighs, which glistened with intermingled sweat and sex-sap.

He reached out and ran his fingers through her long blonde tangled mane and then stroked her cheek, damp with tears. His other hand gently lifted her chin and he reached forward to press his mouth firmly against hers; he prised her lips apart with his tongue, which sought its counterpart for an erotic tango. One hand wandered to her breast and played casually with its brown peak, which soon stood obediently to attention, then continued down to her secret place and flicked at her lips, causing her to start. He pushed his index finger inside and stimulated her until she had to pull her mouth from his to gasp for breath and let out a soft moan of arousal. He pulled his finger from her love passage and pushed it into her mouth, so that once more she could taste her own intimacy.

He then greatly surprised her by sinking down onto his knees and pressing his face against her soft curls. His tongue quickly found her tiny pinkish bud and began to tease at it. Her heart was racing and her cheeks flushed. She struggled against the arousal, resenting the disloyalty of her hormones. He moved upwards once more, running his tongue up to her navel, pausing briefly before travelling to her breasts where he began to suck and nibble her left mound and then her right. He sat down on the floor and gently commanded she lay across his lap. She gave a little sigh of resignation as she obeyed him. She could feel his arousal jabbing against her belly as he began to stroke and caress her rotund cheeks. She started and clenched them when she felt his thumb probing against her rosebud but then relaxed and allowed the intrusion - after all, it was not so cruel a violation as that orifice had already suffered and resistance would prove futile and painful.

The penetration did not last for long; Sophie was pushed onto the floor and rolled onto her back. His hands went to her breasts again but this time the touch was not caressing but agonising; he dug his nails into her flesh and drew them down her tender milk globes leaving reddened scratches.

Sophie screamed out in agony and curled herself up into a foetal position, crying bitterly. She was instantly pulled onto her back again and crushed beneath his weight. His massive erection was thrust into her tunnel and he rode her savagely, shoving in and out of her with a passion. As he rode her, he let out a long string of profanities and insults, biting out the words with vehemence.

“Slut, whore, slag, fuck-bitch,” he hissed into her face. “This is what you’re for. For fucking and screwing and buggering. You’re just a fuck tunnel and nothing else.” As he progressed rapidly towards climax he became too breathless for much speech but did not fall silent; he hissed out ‘FUCK, FUCK, FUCK’, with each thrust. Sophie could not believe this was the same man who had only moments earlier seemed so caressing, almost as though about to make love to her. She felt sick close to the point of retching.

He let out a long bear-like growl as he climaxed. He pulled himself from her, rolled her onto her front and thrust his penis into her mouth so she was forced to suck him clean. Suddenly the door swung open and three white-coated orderlies entered to escort the men from the room. Sophie was left curled on the floor in a foetal position crying bitterly.