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Dr. Margolis led Bella to a large room, where the walls and floor were tiled and white. Steel cabinets lined one wall, their gleaming surfaces giving no hint as to what horrors they might be conceal. There was a drain in the center of the room, which Bella stared at with a sinking feeling. In the far-right corner, there was a shower stall with nothing to obscure the view of anyone inside it, and in the center of the room was the kind of table she had seen on her rare visits to the doctor. Well. Almost.

It was made of padded black leather and steel, and had stirrups attached to one end and a multitude of straps hanging from the rest of it. A person could be secured to it in far too many ways.

“Come, come,” Dr. Margolis said impatiently. “Get on the table and put your feet in the stirrups.”

Bella turned at the end of the table and put her hands on it to hoist herself up. The soldier took up a post by the door and it was a strange thing, a relief to have another man there to see her naked body and witness whatever Dr. Margolis planned to do, but she was glad not to be alone with the doctor. That Alex had been taken to a completely different room made her feel more alone and vulnerable than ever. She’d take an extra pair of eyes on the doctor any day. Especially since she hoped the presence of the soldier would keep the doctor from exceeding the Wolf’s orders.

“Feet in the stirrups.”

Bella whimpered slightly and stared at the floor as she did what he asked. She hated the spread position of her legs and the way her pussy lips seemed to stick together for a moment. Her inner thighs were slick with Alex’s cum, which had been dripping out of her all the way down the hall and had just trickled past her knees. Since she’d been following the Doctor, Bella hadn’t had a chance to wipe herself off.

“Now lie back.”

“Please—”

“Quiet!” The doctor snapped at her and reached out to grasp one of her nipples and pinch it, hard. Bella shrieked, and her hands came up to bat his fingers away to no avail; he just pinched harder. “Put your hands down and lie down.”

Tears rolled down her face as she forced herself to put her hands down and lie back. Her nipple throbbed in the strong grip of his fingers, and Bella whimpered as she inadvertently tugged the little bud as she lay back. Once she was on her back, Dr. Margolis released her nipple, watching her face intently. Her fear of him spiked again as she realized the soldier in the doorway hadn’t batted an eye, and the Wolf’s words came back to her.

She needed to be good and do as he said if she wanted to avoid punishment, and obviously the doctor was allowed to mete it out. Perhaps the soldier would stop him; perhaps he wouldn’t.

And right now, the doctor wanted her to be quiet and lie still. So, Bella forced her fears down and lay there, quiescent, as he strapped her down to the table. Straps went around her ankles to fixing them to the stirrups. One went across her lower belly, another across her chest, just under her armpits and above her breasts. Her arms were stretched out over her head and strapped down, and another band went across her forehead, immobilizing her and leaving her completely helpless in front of the sadistic doctor.

Moving back down to her feet, Dr. Margolis grasped each of her ankles and forced them even wider apart, making Bella cry out at the sudden movement and stretch of her muscles, which were already sore. Her pussy was splayed wide open and felt like it was splitting apart—there wasn’t a single centimeter hidden from the doctor’s lascivious eyes.

Not that he was looking there. He watched her face, obviously enjoying her fear and helplessness, aroused by his control. He locked the stirrups into place and went to one of the cabinets. Because of the strap across her forehead, Bella couldn’t turn to see what he was doing, but she could hear the clinking of metallic objects. Not knowing what he was gathering only made her anxiety worse.

Bella closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe deeply, to try to calm down. With her eyes closed and nothing to distract her, she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

The screech of wheels and rattling of metal instruments had her opening her eyes again. As the doctor came into view, her breathing accelerated. The gleam in his eyes and grin on his face said whatever was about to happen, she wouldn’t enjoy it.

“First things first,” he said conversationally, holding up what looked like a gun with a long needle attached. The doctor smiled at her, reveling in the terror on her face. He walked around to her side and wiped a small area on the meat of her bicep with a wet pad, and then pressed the needle to the spot. “This will just pinch for a moment.”

Bella cried out as the needle slid inside her but held as still as possible to keep it from moving around in her flesh. It stung on entry, and she felt sick feeling it probe down into her. There was a small noise, and it pinched before he pulled the needle away and wiped the spot again. This time, it burned a bit when he ran the pad over it, and the astringent smell rising up to her nostrils told her the pad had some kind of disinfectant on it.

“I just inserted a tracker into your arm.” Dr. Margolis ran his finger over Bella’s cheek as he grinned down at her. “Anywhere you go, anywhere on Earth, the Wolf will be able to find you. Although, right now it has a double duty: it’s not just a tracker, but if you try to leave the compound at all, it will begin to release an electric charge through your body. It won’t kill you, but it will be excessively painful.”

He said that last with a kind of relish that stabbed fear through Bella’s heart. Just when she thought she couldn’t be any more afraid of the doctor he would say something that sent her to another level she’d never known existed.

“Now then, let’s clean you up a bit.”

Returning to her spread legs, the doctor methodically cleaned all the residue of cum—now dried—from her thighs and pussy lips. He wasn’t gentle about it either, and pinched her labia between his fingers to pull the tender flesh away from her body as he cleaned it, running the wipe between every single fold. Bella winced and bit back her pleas. It wouldn’t matter, and she didn’t want to give the sadistic man the slightest excuse to punish her. If this was his normal treatment, she hated to think what else he might do to her if he was allowed.

“Now to clean your insides.” The doctor’s grin spread.

Bella couldn’t keep quiet. She had no idea what his words meant, and that made them even more threatening, She moaned and squirmed against the restraints. Of course, they’d been tightened far too well for her to do more than wiggle, which caused her breasts to sway back and forth.

The doctor picked up what looked like a hose with a long, metal tube at the end of it. On the other end, the hose attached to a machine. The tube was as thick as a finger and had little holes all over it. Bella gasped as the doctor stepped between her legs, where he pressed the cold metal to her hole and pushed it inward. She could hear the sloppy, sloshing sound as he inserted its cold length into her vagina, pushing out some of the cum.

“This is called a douche, my dear.” Dr. Margolis pushed the nozzle deeper.

Bella winced and moaned as the metal tube was completely inflexible against her soft walls.

“We’ll start with a nice hot one for you.”

Bella screamed as her insides were pummeled with burning-hot water. It felt as though molten lava cleansed her insides.

As she pulled and wriggled against the restraints, crying out and begging for him to stop, hoping the soldier would intervene, the Doctor pressed another button, and the spray stopped. When he pulled the hose from her tight channel, a mix of water and cum sprayed outward with enough force to get some on his jacket. Not that he noticed. The rest of it trickled down the drain next to the table.

“Please, please not again,” Bella begged as he reinserted the metal into her pussy, where her walls were even more sensitive than before the hot torture. “Please, I can’t take it.”

“Well, you don’t really have a choice now, do you?” The doctor smiled unpleasantly as he pushed the button again.

Ice water sprayed her insides at high velocity, making Bella scream and writhe again. It burned, but in an entirely different way, and the chill felt like it sank into her very bones. Crying and pleading had no effect, but she couldn’t stop as the icy water froze her overheated insides, the extreme difference in temperature making it all the more painful.

When the doctor finally removed the thing from her pussy, Bella was crying incoherently, shivering with the shock.

“Mmm… you look a bit cold, my dear.” The doctor slid the wand back into her frozen pussy. “Let me heat you up.”

“ No ! Please !”

The combination of heat and ice inside her caused Bella’s body to bow against the restraints, but there was nowhere for her to go. Her screams echoed around the room; the water felt even hotter because the walls of her cunt were so cold from the ice water she was sure it was boiling her insides.

When the doctor pulled the machine from her pussy, it was again followed by that spray of water that quickly reduced to a dribble. As Bella panted and sobbed, he leaned close to inspect the swollen, angry folds.

“Hmmm… Too much hair here.”

Bella barely heard what he was saying. She barely registered it as he spread something over her abused pussy and mound. She didn’t care that he was permanently removing her pubic hair—at least it didn’t hurt. As he scraped the hair away and left her pussy bald and smooth, the prominent pout of her swollen lips became even more pronounced. The doctor pulled and tugged at the abused folds, and she squealed a bit as he inspected for stray hairs, but after the pain of the hot and cold douches, a few pinches were bearable even if they were to a sensitive and sore area.

“Now that you’re all clean, it’s time to take a look inside,” the doctor said cheerfully and pulled over a large stool to sit on.

Bella could barely make out his head between her legs, his face only inches from her pussy, and she moaned, sure that whatever was to come would be some awful torment.

Something cool and slick pushed into her pussy. It was unyielding and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t painful, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she heard something click and click again, and suddenly there was a great amount of pressure inside her pussy, as if the walls were being forced apart.

“What are you doing?” She was too exhausted to do more than wriggle a little.

The doctor smacked the top of her freshly bared mound, and Bella squealed.

“Be silent.”

But she couldn’t stop herself from moaning as there was another clicking noise and her pussy stretched again. The doctor didn’t seem to mind noises in response to what he was doing: screams and pleas didn’t provoke any sort of reaction other than sadistic pleasure—it was only questions that brought retaliation.

Another click, and she was having trouble breathing, her pussy felt so hugely stretched.

“Oh please… please stop… It’s too much.”

The doctor ignored her and clicked his instrument another setting higher, and her pussy gaped even further. But he didn’t punish her for speaking; it just didn’t do her any good.

Tears leaked down the side of her face, tears of humiliation, of degradation. She wasn’t sure what kind of instrument he had inside her, but she was quite sure the doctor was looking into the most private area of her body.

When the pressure eased, she gave a sigh of relief, and her breath came easier, as well. The instrument slid easily from her body.

Then the doctor made a few more movements, and his finger, slick with lubricant, prodded her anus. Bella tensed and tried to clench her butt cheeks together, though the wide spread of her legs made it impossible.

“Don’t! Stop!”

The doctor chuckled and increased the pressure on her anus, wedging the tip of his finger into the wrinkled hole as Bella let out an outraged cry.

“Don’t enjoy anal, my dear? Don’t worry, you’ll have ample opportunity to get over that.”

“I’ve never done it!” Bella snapped back at him, still trying to move her body away.

The doctor had frozen. He stood between her legs, looking down at her helpless body.

“You mean that? You’ve never had anal sex?” The doctor looked amazed at her confession.

Bella saw his excitement and pressed her lips together. The doctor scowled and smacked her pussy lips with his open palm. After all the abuse her poor privates had taken in the past few hours, it hurt more than she could have ever imagined. Bella howled, and her muscles strained to close her legs, but, of course, the restraints were too strong. As if to emphasize her helplessness and the need to cooperate, the doctor spanked her pussy again before repeating the question.

Tears in her eyes, Bella gave in. “No. Never.”

“Have you ever had anyone play with your anus?”

“No.”

The smile that spread across the man’s face had Bella’s heart sinking further. She hadn’t known it could go any lower.

“Well, this is unexpected… Unprecedented, in fact.” The doctor leered at her. “You, my dear, are the very first anal virgin that the Wolf has ever taken.”

The first? Surely, that couldn’t be true… Some of Bella’s friends thought she was a bit of a prude, and she hadn’t experimented with sex as much as a lot of them had, but she hadn’t thought she was truly all that unique. Had Ken cheated on her with Lisa was because Bella had always refused to let him even touch her there? Or touch him there? It was a well-known, common perversion, but had never been one that appealed to her.

“Dr. Margolis,” the soldier by the door said, giving a short cough. “You can’t…”

“I won’t,” said the doctor sharply, obviously resenting the soldier’s presence and reminder. For a moment, Bella thought she’d gotten a bit of a reprieve, but the doctor leered at her again. “But there are certain things that I can do.”

This time, he stood right where he was so he could watch her face as he pressed his lubricated fingertip back against her anus and began to steadily push in. Knowing how much he liked her reactions, Bella screwed her eyes shut and tried to show as little as possible on her face, although she wasn’t entirely succeeding.

The doctor’s finger pushed in rudely, slowly, as if he was enjoying making a leisurely invasion of her virgin hole. The sensation wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but it was extremely uncomfortable, and it just felt wrong . Bella couldn’t imagine how Alex had managed to take the Wolf’s cock in his asshole—just the doctor’s finger felt huge, like it was too big to fit. She couldn’t help moaning as he pumped it back and forth inside of her, forcing her tight sphincter over the ridges of his knuckles again and again. It felt dirty and nauseating, and yet there was something about it that felt a little good, too, and she really, really hated that part.

She didn’t know how long the doctor frigged her ass, although she could well imagine how lewd and awful it looked to the witnessing soldier. When he finally stopped, she sighed with relief and opened her eyes, only to find the doctor smirking at her.

“Time for the plug, my dear,” he said. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.” He held up the plug, and—while it wasn’t very large— it still looked way too big to go in her asshole. It was at least as long as his finger and tapered to a point. The thick bulge before the narrow neck that attached it to the base was definitely bigger around than his finger.

Without putting any extra lubricant on the rubber probe, the doctor pressed it against her anus, which was already fairly well lubricated from his intensive fingering. Bella groaned and mewled as the plug began to push in. Without any extra lubricant, it wasn’t an easy passage, and she began panting as the doctor slid it back and forth, stretching her anus a little wider every time. When it came to the fattest part of the plug, she let out a cry and squirmed to get way as her sphincter protested the invasion, the burning discomfort that almost became an ache.

Then it was past and inside her, and Bella moaned with relief. Uncomfortable, yes, but at least it wasn’t painful.

The doctor toyed with her for a few more minutes, and she whimpered as he twisted and pulled on the plug. Whenever he did the latter, it felt like she was about to go to the bathroom, and sweat broke out on her forehead. It was only when the soldier in the doorway shifted, and the movement caught Dr. Margolis’s eye, that he sighed and desisted.

The doctor looked a bit sour and came back up to her head, holding a tube of something. “Open your mouth.”

For a moment, she considered resisting, but she was too battered at this point. Did she want to give him an excuse to make whatever was about to happen embarrassing and painful as well?

She opened her mouth.

To her relief, the doctor didn’t do more than squeeze something out of the tube and into her mouth. It felt like cool gel and tasted like mint. So far, it was the least unpleasant part of her day.

“Swallow it.”

She did as he said, and it tingled and soothed all the way down the back of her throat. Until now, she hadn’t realized quite how much the inside of her throat hurt from all the crying, yelling, and begging she’d been doing, but the gel made it feel much better.

Dr. Margolis smiled at her. “That should take care of your gag reflex for at least a month, my dear. That pretty mouth is going to become very well used, and it wouldn’t do to have you gagging or vomiting.”

The coolness in her throat now sent a chill through her entire body as she realized what he meant.

But it was over. The doctor began unstrapping her from the table. As she sat up, her head spun dizzily, and the soldier came forward to steady her and help her stand. Which she was exceedingly grateful for, as she didn’t want Dr. Margolis to touch her any more than necessary. He made her skin crawl. The soldier might be the lesser of two evils, but she’d take him in a heartbeat over the doctor.

“Looking forward to seeing you again, my dear.” The doctor leered again.

The way his tongue flicked out over his lips reminded her of a snake, and Bella shuddered. Worse, she knew he liked seeing that kind of reaction, but she couldn’t stop it, anyway.

The soldier let her lean on his arm as they walked out the door and into the hall. Her body felt strange, as if it wasn’t really hers. The fat, battered lips of her pussy were incredibly sore; between them and the plug in her bottom, she had to walk awkwardly with her thighs apart so it was more of a waddle. The soldier was patient and walked at a pace she could manage.

For the first time, she really looked at him. He had plain, brown hair and ordinary features, enough muscles to make it clear he was a fighter, but, mostly, he looked like a perfectly normal guy, just a bit older than she was.

“Careful there.” He caught her as she stumbled, and Bella nearly burst into tears just because he was being kind. Well, ‘kind’ compared to everyone else today.

“Please,” she said, clutching his arm. “Help me.”

He smiled and patted her hand comfortingly. “You’ll be okay. The Wolf always lets his toys go eventually. It’s hardest at the beginning, but everyone adjusts. Some of them end up not wanting to leave. Just do your best not to get in trouble. Don’t remove the plug until you’re told to, don’t argue when you’re given an order, and don’t try to fight back or escape. The real troublemakers usually get sent to Dr. Margolis until they’re ready to behave.”

Not the most comforting words in the world, but Bella took what reassurance she could. Who wouldn’t want to leave this awfulness? Even the other girl, Abby, had seemed relieved her ordeal was over with, and she’d called him Master. All Bella knew for sure was—no matter what—she would do whatever it took to stay away from Dr. Margolis.

As the soldier continued to help her down the hallway, she wondered where Alex was and what was happening to him.