Sex Practice (20 page)

Moving the
vibrator away from her inflamed clitoris, Larry shook his head,
focusing on her tortured breasts, her sore nipples. Never had he
known such a masochist, such an insatiable nymphomaniac. Her body
twitching, convulsing wildly, he gazed at her opened sex holes,
wondering at the blend of pain and pleasure she was deriving from
her physical abuse.

"Your cock!"
she finally managed to gasp as she returned to consciousness.
"Spunk... spunk in me fuckin' mouth!"

Slipping his
erect penis out, Larry stood beside the girl's head, offering his
bulbous knob to her gasping mouth. Taking him inside, she sucked
fervently like a starving babe at the breasts, taking half his
solid shaft into her wet mouth. Her eyes rolling, she swivelled her
hips, bringing herself untold sexual pleasure as the candles
massaged her sex ducts.

"You certainly
know how to use your tongue!" Larry gasped as his glans pulsated
and his shaft twitched. "God, you're bloody good at cock
sucking!"

"I want your
fuckin' spunk!" the girl gasped, slipping his knob out of her
mouth. "Give me your spunk and then bring me off with your fuckin'
vibrator again!"

"Yes, yes I
will!" he replied as she engulfed his swollen glans again.

His heavy
balls rolling, his orgasm approaching, Larry rocked his hips,
fucking the slut's hungry mouth as Monica's voice boomed in the
hall. Not again! he thought, watching Sally's cheeks ballooning as
he thrust his knob to the back of her throat and loosed his sperm.
Swallowing hard, she drank from his fountainhead, delighting in her
debauchery. Swivelling her hips, massaging her sex sheaths with the
four candles, she slipped his spunking knob out of her mouth and
tongued his glans.

His sperm
splattering her face, her lips, she was lost in her lewdness. As
his orgasm finally receded, he thought about Christine Cology bound
to the sex cross in the secret room. Once sally had staggered out
of the building, he'd fix the weights to Christine's nipples, the
clamps to her pouting outer cunt lips and abuse her naked body.

"Doctor
Lickman!" Monica bellowed.

Jesus fucking
Christ!

"Doctor
Lickman! Where are you?"

Go away, you
inorgasmic, cuntless hag bag!

"Doctor
Lickman, there's a problem in reception!"

Swallowing the
last of his sperm, Sally slipped his throbbing glans from her wet
mouth and grinned. "Why don't you fuckin' well get the old bag in
'ere and fuckin' well tie 'er up?" she asked as Larry zipped his
trousers. "I'd like to get my fuckin' 'ands on 'er fuckin'
cunt!"

"I can't do
that!" Larry chuckled. "You're not a lesbian, are you?"

"I'm fuckin'
anything and fuckin' everythin'!" she giggled, squeezing her cunt
muscles and ejecting the candles. "Watch me arse, I'm going to
shoot them fuckin' candles out!"

Moving to the
far end of the examination couch, Larry focused on the girl's taut
anal ring, the two candles emerging between her splayed buttocks.
Tightening her pelvic muscles, she grimaced as the candles began to
glide out of her rectal tube. Bearing down, her cunt juices
trickling from her inflamed vaginal sheath, she pushed the candles
half way out of her arse hole, her face contorting, flushing.

"Ready?" she
asked, taking a deep breath. The candles shooting across the room
and hitting the far wall with a dull thud, Larry gazed in awe at
her gaping bottom-hole, wondering how on earth she could have
accommodated the two massive waxen shafts. "Fuck me! Me fuckin'
arse feels fuckin' great!" she giggled. "Take the fuckin' clamps
and stuff off of me!"

Releasing the tortured girl and helping her to her feet, Larry
smiled. She was his best client, he reflected, eyeing her stretched
milk buds, her gaping vaginal slit. Of all the clients he'd ever
had the pleasure of sexually abusing, Sally was the best. Watching
her dress in her scruffy clothes, he thought of Christine Cology
again, wondering what to do with the girl. Was there time to have
Sally abuse his prisoner? he wondered as Monica bellowed from
reception.
Shit, no!

"I'll see you
next fuckin' week," Sally said, slipping into her stilettos as she
finished dressing.

"Yes, next
Thursday," Larry replied as Monica screamed his name from
reception. "Right, I'd better go and face the music! Come on,
Sally, let's go."

"Will you whip
me fuckin' cunt lips next week?" she asked.

"Whip your
lips?"

"Yes, with a
fuckin' cane. I love 'aving me cunt whipped with a fuckin'
cane!"

"It'll be my
pleasure!" he laughed, wondering again at the frightening depth of
the girl's perversity.

"And me
fuckin' tits! Cane me fuckin' tits until they're fuckin' red!"

"Ok, anything
you say. Come on, let's get out of here!"

Seeing Sally
out, Larry held his hand to his head as he returned to reception.
Standing before him, her fists on her hips, her face scowling,
Monica was obviously in a bad mood. "Everything all right?" he
asked her, frowning at Brigit and Lily hovering by the waiting room
door.

"No,
everything's far from all right!" she returned. "What have you been
doing in your torture chamber?"

"Sexually
torturing Sally Peabody. Now, what's the problem?"

"You're
vile!"

"Remember that
I've doubled your salary, Monica!"

"Oh, yes,
well... er... the nun's gone missing. She left the convent to come
here, and she's disappeared."

"That's not
our problem, Monica."

"Er... well,
it is because she was seen entering the building."

"Well, in that
case, we'd better send out a search party!" Larry laughed,
wondering why Brigit was making odd facial expressions and pointing
at the waiting room door.

"There's
another problem," Monica began. "There's a man to see you, he's in
the waiting room."

"Oh, who's
that?"

"That convent
girl's father."

"Which girl?"
Larry asked, his eyes wide.

"Jenny, the
one who staggered back to the convent with her blouse..."

"Christ! Er...
I have to go out for a while."

"He knows that
you're here. He said you'd deflowered his daughter. He's having her
examined to see whether she's lost her virginity."

"Christ! Tell
him that I'm away for a few days!" Larry returned, dashing across
the foyer.

Bolting out of
the building, Larry made for the local pub, wondering how to get
out of this particular mess. "Christ! The taxman, Gina Cology,
Christine Cology, Fullcrack, Venereal, and now a girl's bloody
father!" he cursed as he entered the pub. Ordering a large scotch,
he sat at a corner table and held his head. The end had come, he
knew as he sipped his drink. This was it - he was doomed!

"Monica,"
Brigit whispered as Lily left the building to search for Larry.
"Monica, when that girl's father catches up with Larry, Larry will
wheedle his way out of it, as he always does. I think we should do
something."

"Do something?
Such as what?" the portly woman asked, frowning suspiciously.

"I don't know
but... what with the taxman and the health authority and
everything, I think Larry's gone too far."

"You're
telling me he has!"

"Monica, I've
never told anyone before but, he's sexually abused me many times,
and I want to expose him for what he really is - a filthy
pervert."

"You? You want
to expose him?"

"Yes, I'm
going to see him pay for all he's done if it's the last thing I do!
The time you looked through his consulting room window and saw...
he made me do that, he threatened me and made me expose myself to
that girl."

"But I thought
that you..."

"He says that
he'll sack me if I wear panties to work. He whips me, too."

"Good
gracious! This is terrible, Brigit! But you were only too willing
to be a party to the thrashing of that girl. Why did you...?"

"He threatened
me. He's treated me despicably."

"Why didn't
you leave? You don't have to work here."

"He threatened
to do all sorts of dreadful things to me if I grassed on him or
left the practice. I must nail him, have him locked up so that I'm
free of his sexual abuse and his threats."

"How do you
intend to do that?"

"With your
help, Monica. There's a camera in his examination room. If you'll
allow me to tie you to the couch and take pictures, we'll go to the
police and have Larry nailed once and for all."

"Oh, no! If
you think..."

"No, listen!
I'm on your side now. You can tie me down, too. Take photographs of
me tied to the examination couch and we'll expose Larry. He'll worm
his way out of trouble again and again, and continue to abuse and
threaten me, but if we have photographs, evidence of his
debauchery, and we both testify..."

"All right,
Brigit. I'm glad you've seen the light, at long last! What changed
your mind?"

"He... he tied
me down to the examination couch and... I can't talk about it, it's
too dreadful."

"You poor
child. You should have confided in me long ago."

"Yes, I know.
I suppose I didn't know what to do, who to turn to. Anyway, there's
not much time, he might be back soon. Come on, I'll tie your wrists
and ankles and take a few pictures, and then you can do the same to
me. Gina Cology already has some photographs of Larry with a client
so..."

"You know the
nun who was supposed to come here to see Doctor Lickman?" Monica
interrupted the girl.

"Yes."

"She's not a
nun, she's Gina's daughter."

"Really?"

"Yes, but
she's gone missing. She didn't come here, did she?"

"No, she
didn't turn up. Where is she, then? She must have..."

"I don't know
where she is. As you can imagine, Gina's out of her mind with
worry."

"God, she must
be!"

"Gina suspects
Larry of abducting the girl."

"Abducting
her? I'd have known about it if he'd done that. I'm sure he hasn't,
Monica! Besides, where would he keep her? There's nowhere to hide
her here, is there?"

"No, she's not
here - I've searched everywhere. If I have the opportunity, I might
break into Doctor Lickman's house - Christine could be there."

"OK, I'll help
you search for her later. But we mustn't worry about that now. Come
on, let's get this over with, Monica. Let's nail Larry bloody
Lickman once and for all!"

Leading Monica
into the examination room, Brigit closed and locked the door,
ordering the woman to lie on the couch. Binding her ankles with
rope as Monica lay on her back, Brigit wondered when Larry would
return.

"If he catches
us, there'll be hell to pay!" she whispered, pulling Monica's arms
behind her head and binding her wrists to the legs of the couch.
"Right, that should do it!"

"Quickly, take
the photographs and let me go before he gets back! If he finds me
like this, he'll... God only knows what he'll do!"

"OK, I'll have
to lift your skirt up and pull your knickers down!" Brigit giggled.
"This must appear authentic!"

"No! Brigit,
you can't..."

"It's all
right, Monica! This is only for the photographs, to make the scene
appear genuine!"

"No,
don't..."

Lifting
Monica's skirt up over her stomach, Brigit tugged the woman's blue
woollen knickers down, displaying her dense, black pubic bush, the
yawning gorge between her fleshy sex hillocks. Ignoring her
prisoner's pleas and threats, she took a pair of scissors from the
shelf and cut through the thick material, pulling the shredded
garment away from the protesting woman's struggling body.

"You have a
nice cunt!" Brigit giggled impishly, focusing on her protruding
inner lips. "Let's have a look at your flabby tits!"

"You've
tricked me, you bitch! If you dare to cut my..."

"Have you ever
had a girl's tongue up your cunt?" Brigit asked, unbuttoning
Monica's navy-blue cardigan. "I'm going to lick your cunt out for
you, you'll like that, won't you?"

"I have never
met such a vile and wicked little strumpet like you in my life!
Unless you release me now, I'll..."

"You'll what?"
Brigit grinned, unbuttoning her prisoner's blouse and exposing her
full, straining bra. "Right, let's have a look at your big, fat
wobbly tits!"

Lifting
Monica's bra clear of her mammary spheres, Brigit gazed
appreciatively at her dark areolae, her stiffening nipples. Running
her fingers up and down the woman's vaginal crack, her libido
soaring, her vaginal juices decanting, she grinned wickedly.

"I'm going to
remove your cunt hair!" she burst out laughing, taking the
depilating cream from the shelf. "When Larry gets back, he'll be
really pleased with me!"

"Brigit!
Brigit, if you dare to..."

"You've got a
hell of a lot of cunt hair, Monica. Obviously you don't trim your
bikini line. Mind you, with a body like yours, I don't suppose you
wear bikinis. You'd be arrested for gross indecency."

"You disgust
me, Brigit! I might have known this was a trick!"

"Yes, I'm
surprised you fell for it. I'll remove your cunt hair, shall I?
Larry likes shaved cunts. When he sees yours he might even fuck you
- if you're lucky."

"Brigit,
I'll..."

"There, that's
more than enough!" Brigit laughed, massaging the cream into
Monica's mons, her fleshy outer lips. "Now all we have to do is
wait and, voilà!"

"I'll kill you
for this! You can't keep me here forever, Brigit! When I'm free,
I'm going to..."

"Oh, do stop
complaining, Monica! All I'm doing is removing your cunt hair, for
Christ's sake!"

"You'll end up
in prison for this, my girl!"