Caprice leaned back, moaning. The guy was finally touching her. His latex gloves turned her on too.
Dr. Torture pushed two fingers into her and spread some of her juice inside her slit, on her clit and her labia. He massaged her swollen sensitive pubic area, kept pulling her labia apart and rubbed her clitoris with firm pressure. The additional electro stimulation of her nipples seemed to ignite a fire inside her. Her thighs twitched and quivered,
“I better restrain your legs,” the doctor said as he wrapped velcro straps around her legs and fastened them to the stirrups. “The treatment will get a little rough now.”
Caprice was now completely at his mercy. After this long day she was exhausted, and was glad that this exercise only required her to lean back and enjoy.
Whereas her session was only just getting started, it seemed that John had already reached the end goal of his. He was groaning loudly and was moving his pelvis up and down, as Natasha pulled the vibrator from his penis glans and took John’s cock deep into her mouth.
“Yes,” John called, “swallow, you beast!” He clawed into her hair to push her head ever further towards his groin. With a guttural scream, he came and Natasha swallowed it all. She devotedly licked his penis clean and then covered John with a blanket so he could rest a little. Then she stepped out of the cabin.
With half opened eyes, he watched Caprice awhile longer before he finally fell asleep.
Caprice on the other hand, was not in the mood for sleeping. She focused on the doctor’s agile fingers, which were busy gently widening her pussy. He had inserted two fingers of each hand and was rhythmically stretching her vaginal walls. At the same time, he was licking her clitoris.
Caprice trembled; her breasts tightened and tingled. Her groin pulsated in time with her hectic heartbeat.
“Doctor,” she whispered, “I’m ready.”
He pushed several fingers into her now and felt her out.
“Let’s give it a try.” He said, reached for the dildo and held its massive tip up to her pussy’s entrance.
Caprice winced. The dildo’s material felt cold.
Using a little more force, the doctor now pushed the toy forward. Her opening was being extremely stretched, the fabric of her flesh extended.
Caprice groaned: “It’s too thick!” The artificial penis was enormous.
The doctor stopped administering pressure, but didn’t pull the dildo out. Instead he began encircling her clitoris with his tongue. Meanwhile, he clawed into her pubic mound and pushed it upwards, so that her slit was taut to the point of rupture and her clit was now completely exposed.
Caprice screamed out. The stimulation was intense; the pain from the overstretching however, turned into waves of pure pleasure.
The doctor got up and leaned his body weight against the dildo. Suddenly the enormous penis glans started to penetrate her.
Caprice caught her breath. The stretch was intense; everything inside her was pulsating.
Dr. Torture patted her upper thighs. “I knew you could do it.”
While the toy was stuck in her, she heard the doctor rummage around his cabinet once more. What could be next? It didn’t take much more and she would experience a gigantic orgasm. If only the doctor would tease her clitoris just a tiny bit, she would come right away.
He held a thick stick in the air, which looked like the body of a flashlight. There was a large ball attached to its side.
The doctor grinned diabolically, “Now you’ll find out why they call me Dr. Torture.”
Caprice’s heart beat wildly. She looked over at John, who was snoring quietly on the couch. The assistant hadn’t returned either. She was completely at this guy’s mercy.
He positioned himself between her thighs and pushed the dildo deeper into her and turned on the stick. A low humming sounded. As he placed the ball against her clitoris, Caprice screamed out. That thing was a vibrator with extremely strong oscillations. Her clit stood in flames and her entire body was glowing hot, like embers.
While the doctor tortured her groin and continued to hold the vibrator against her exposed clitoris, an orgasm of such incredible intensity took hold of Caprice that she almost blacked out.
Like electric currents, the climax whipped through her and never seemed to end. Only slowly, her desire faded and the vibrations started to become uncomfortable, yes, indeed almost painful.
“Please remove that thing!” she begged. After an orgasm, her clitoris was especially sensitive.
But Dr. Torture continued to relentlessly hold the vibrator to her. “I told you I would drive your horniness from you!”
Caprice threw her head back; Tears were running down her cheeks. The pain increased until she could almost not take it anymore, until she was just about to rip her Velcro straps off and jump off the chair. Then once more, the anguish turned into lust as another climax swept through her like a tornado.
But Dr. Torture didn’t release her this time either, but instead turned the dial of the electro current machine up one more level. Her nipples burned. He continued to torture her, kept letting her experience pain and the highest pleasure, rammed the dildo deeper into her and teased her clitoris until Caprice really couldn’t take it any longer.
As she was slumped back in the chair, completely powerless, the doctor turned the electricity off and removed the clamps as well as the dildo. She felt raw, but was more than satisfied.
She briefly lifted her head, which felt as heavy as lead, to look down between her breasts. Her labia burned and she had never seen her clitoris this swollen.
Then the doctor suddenly unbuttoned his coat. He was wearing black latex pants underneath, from which he now released his penis. It was hard.
Did the doctor really want to ring in another round?
Suddenly John mumbled something and stretched out.
“Oh, our patient has woken up,” Dr. Torture said.
John’s eyes widened as he saw Caprice’s fiery red nipples. She must’ve looked beat. Sweat was running down her temples, her face was flushed and tomorrow her whole body would probably be sore, it had been so tensed up. She was completely exhausted.
John was immediately at her side. “Everything alright with you?”
“Perfect,” she breathed and winked at him to ease his mind. It was sweet that he worried about her.
“Doc, what the hell did you do to her?” John had definitely never seen her this done in before.
The doctor shrugged. “I’ve driven her horniness from her. I was just about to test out whether I’ve really cured her. Would you like to assist me? Unfortunately, my assistant has already gone home.”
John furrowed his brow. “Caprice?”
“Fine with me,” she whispered, eager to see what would happen next. She would definitely not be the first to throw in the towel.
“What should I do, Doc?” John was standing next to the doctor and stared at Caprice’s pussy. His penis was slowly filling with blood again. John had similar nymphomaniacal tendencies to Caprice, but men often had the disadvantage of not being able to go so many times in a row. Well, this was less of a problem for John. His stamina was impressive.
Dr. Torture took off his coat. Underneath it, he was wearing nothing but his latex pants. His nipples were pierced and his upper body covered with several tattoos. He had incredibly wide shoulders; his body reminded her of that of a wrestler. Every square inch of it displayed power and strength. Even though he wasn’t exactly a beanpole, John looked pretty weedy next to the doctor.
“We will take turns fucking you and see how you’ll react. She really shouldn’t get aroused by it anymore.” The corners of Dr. Torture’s mouth twitched.
Uh huh, he wasn’t playing his part all that convincingly. And what was that supposed to mean — “no longer aroused?” Caprice insides were already contracting with desire only by staring at both of these beautiful cocks. She knew John’s prized piece quite well by now, so she concentrated more on the doctor’s. Damn, the guy had a
virtual truncheon on him! It didn’t just have a considerable girth but was also really long. He would actually impale her with it!
Now she started feeling a little scared after all. She longingly looked at John’s penis that wasn’t quite fully erect yet. John used his hand to help it along, but the doctor seemed to want to take his turn first anyway.
“Don’t worry. You will be able to take me since I’ve stretched you enough earlier.”
His words turned her on.
He elevated the gynecological chair until Caprice’s cunt was at the same height as his erection. He entered her without prior warning.
Caprice screamed out, because she expected it to be painful, but Dr. Torture had stopped just in time. He was nevertheless deep enough inside of her to tease her cervix.
He pushed into her vigorously, while his large hands pressed her breasts and gave them a rough massage.
At first John looked on skeptically, but as a moan escaped her, he grinned slyly. “Doc, I believe your treatment wasn’t successful.”
“We’ll see,” he replied and pulled out of her. Pearls of sweat glistened on his forehead, “Now you go.”
John positioned himself between her spread thighs and slid much more gently into her. He was such a sweetheart. He also massaged her breasts with a much gentler touch.
Both men used her as if she was a plastic mannequin. They took time using her body however they liked it. The doctor put down the backrest of the chair so that Caprice could tend to them orally at the same time.
She had to admit that this kind of play certainly had its own appeal. She was still too exhausted to do anything but lie there breathing, open her mouth, and continue to get more and more turned on. Once more her mistreated pubis claimed its toll, as it had now become addicted to this incredibly liberating feeling.
Caprice was addicted.
She was addicted to the ecstasy, addicted to closeness, to touching, to rough sex.
Right before she came, the doctor pulled out of her and ejaculated over her stomach. His cum gushed, rather than squirted, out of him. Dr. Torture rubbed over his tip to empty himself of even the very last drop.
Then it was John’s turn again. He rubbed at her clit with his thumb while he fucked her so roughly that the entire chair started shaking. As he came inside of her and looked so incredibly sexy in his passionate release, Caprice’s insides tensed up. She could hardly muster the energy to moan as loudly as she normally did, but just heard herself whisper “Yes, yes …” while pleasure passed through her entire organism.
After that she was truly finished and was hardly able to still lift a finger. John would have to carry her to the car. She didn’t think she was capable of having so many orgasms, one after the other.
Caprice smiled to herself. If only Philipp could see her like this, exhausted and beat … It would probably give him real gratification.
“I’m afraid you’re a hopeless case,” Dr. Torture said and passed her a roll of paper.
She winked at him and whispered: “I guess I’ll have to come back for more therapy sessions then.”
***
A week later in Hamburg …
Finally lunch break!
Caprice could hardly wait to get out of the office. She had to get to Philipp. Urgently. Why was her heart always racing when she thought of him? His grey eyes, his come hither stare … She had looked at the photos of him so many times by now that every inch of his body was burnt into her brain. He was the kind of guy she could imagine falling … Stop it, Caprice, she admonished herself. Don’t even think about it.
The automatic revolving doors of the building that housed the FLASH offices, moved way too slowly today so that she started pushing against the glass hard enough to make the gears squeak.
Caprice rushed onto the pavement. Her car was parked two blocks away since she couldn’t find a parking space any closer this morning. This meant she had to walk through a narrow street with high buildings on each side, to get there. Caprice hated this dirty alleyway, full of dumpsters and parked bikes. She usually avoided it at night and would take the long way around but not today, even though the alley was even gloomier today, due to the bad weather.
“Miss LaCroix!” she suddenly heard a man call out behind her. “Wait up!”
Caprice turned around. A big guy was bounding towards her. He was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, was casually dressed and his skin was tanned … Wait a minute, she recognized this guy!
Merde! He’d probably come to kill her. She had ruined his life, after all!
Her stomach contracted, and she could feel her pulse pounding at her temples.
Caprice looked around her. The end of the alley was still far off and Mac Teek was blocking the exit back to the office building. Of course, exactly now there was not another soul in sight. Shoot!
Fear had rooted her to the spot anyway. He grabbed her by the arm, before she could make another move.
“Please don’t be scared.” Mac Teek said.
Caprice lifted her chin, but her knees were soft as butter. “I’m not.”
When he smiled, he exposed a gold tooth. “Come with me, before somebody recognizes me.” He pulled her further down the alley behind a large dumpster.
What did he have planned? Even though he seemed friendly, Caprice almost peed her panties — and this time, she was wearing some too. She was wearing her prettiest thong. For Philipp. Dammit, if she died now, the photos would come out and then …
She could see the headlines now: FLASH reporter murdered behind editorial offices. Shocking photos of Philipp Bergmann were found in her handbag …
Oh no, she definitely didn’t want to do that to Phil!
“I’m not going to hurt you, lady, I promise,” Mac Teek said, “I just want to talk to you.”
Did she really look that scared?
Hold on, he wanted to talk? While she had tried so desperately to get an interview with him but he’d only agreed to answer a couple of questions at a press conference? Something was fishy about this.
But she wouldn’t chicken out now. Maybe she would end up getting her exclusive after all …
Oh dear, she was just as hot for gossip as Philipp! She thought back to his scar …
“I wanted to thank you in person,” he said to her complete surprise. He wasn’t speaking with his usual slang. Teek could speak like a normal person.
“Thank me?” Her voice was raspy.
Teek nodded and took off his sunglasses. His eyelids were slightly red. Had he been crying?
Nonsense, a guy like that didn’t cry.
The brown of his eyes was so dark that they almost looked black. He also hadn’t shaved, which made him appear even more ferocious.
He lowered his voice and looked at the ground. “I’m grateful to you that my game of hide-and-seek is over. It was intense and ugly, but it is now taking a positive direction.”
Caprice cleared her throat and found her voice again.
She couldn’t believe her luck. An exclusive interview with Mac Teek! “May I record our conversation?” She was about to pull her dictaphone out of her handbag but Mac Teek thwarted her plan.
“I want this to remain between the two of us.”
“Oh darling, you’ve come to the wrong place then.”
He smiled and looked more like a big kid than a criminal. The stories with the guns were probably false, too. This close up, Teek seemed quite gentle as he stood next to her, stoop shouldered.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I don’t want to cry on your shoulder. I actually just wanted to ask you if you’ve heard from Mike. Did he ever contact you?”
“Mike?” She had no idea what he was talking about.
“Michael Schäfer. He was my bodyguard.”
“Oh.” Caprice understood. She definitely recognized the name. “The informant.”
“That’s right,” he whispered.
“You probably want payback.”
Teek shook his head. “I actuall
y just wanted to talk to him. To ask him why he did it and whether he was just pretending or if his feelings for me were real.” His eyelids quivered, He quickly put his sunglasses back on.
Caprice was touched- a Gangsta rapper with a heart. “You love him, don’t you?”
“I really do,” he whispered. “I miss him like crazy.”
Now that Caprice wasn’t getting an interview, she actually had just wanted get to Philipp as quickly as possible but she had a weakness for crestfallen men. They were so easy to console.
“I would love to cheer you up, chéri, but I don’t think I’m your type, huh?”
He grinned. “Not really. Never was. But I only became really aware of it when I met Mike. He is … was my first great love.”
What a waste. Womankind had definitely lost one of the tastier treats on offer. “Well, if Mike gets in touch again, I’ll let you know.” Caprice thought for a moment. “Do you think he’ll get in touch with the press again to give away more private details of your tryst?” She could already smell another story.
Teek shrugged. “I don’t know, but I actually don’t think he’s like that. But then again, he already did it once before.” He sighed. “I guess you can never really know a person inside and out.”
Suddenly the clouds parted and a wide ray of sunshine lit up the alley. Caprice noticed a shadow next to the dumpster.
She stepped closer to Mac Teek, pointed at the dumpster and whispered: “Somebody’s listening to us.”
Teek pushed Caprice aside and jumped in front of the dumpster. “Mike!”
He returned, holding the dark haired man by the collar.
The bodyguard!
The man held up his hands in defense. “Don’t hit me!”
“Don’t worry!” Teek released him.
They stared at each other. Teek’s face reflected every possible emotion: incredulity, anger, sadness … love.
Mike on the other hand, looked afraid and reserved. But he didn’t look any less stricken than Teek. His eyes were also red and he hadn’t shaved either.
Caprice was now just watching silently, curious as to what would happen next.
“What are you doing here, Mike?” Teek pushed the bodyguard against the wall. Mike was anything but weak. Powerful muscles showed through his tight shirt. If they went up against each other, Caprice didn’t know who would win.
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