Page 11 of His Toy

“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.

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