Out Foxed by Fox novel Chapter 7

Dr. Wolcott led her to a large room, all the walls were tiled and white as was the floor. Steel cabinets lined one wall, their gleaming surfaces giving no hint as to what horrors might be concealed inside. There was a drain in the center of the room, which Ella 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 was used to seeing on her rare visits to the doctor. Well. Almost.

Made out of padded black leather and steel, it had stirrups attached to one end and a multitude of straps hanging from the rest of it. Ella didn't doubt that a person could be secured to it in far too many ways.

"Come, come," Dr. Wolcott said impatiently. "Get on the table and put your feet in the stirrups."

Standing at the end of the table, Ella turned and put her hands on it to help hoist herself up, as she did so she saw the soldier taking up a post by the door. It was a strange thing to be relieved by, that there was another man there to see her naked body and witness whatever Dr. Wolcott was going to do to her, but she was glad not to be alone with the doctor. The fact that Ander had obviously been taken to a completely different room altogether 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 Fox's orders.

"Feet in the stirrups."

Whimpering slightly, Ella 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 Ander'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, she hadn't had a chance to wipe herself off.

"Now lay back."

"Please-"

"Quiet!" The doctor's voice snapped at her, and he reached out, grasping one of her nipples and pinching it hard. Ella shrieked, her hands coming up to bat his fingers away to no avail; he just pinched harder. "Put your hands down and lay down."

Tears rolled down her face as she forced herself to put her hands down and lay back. Her nipple was throbbing in the strong grip of his fingers, and she whimpered as she inadvertently tugged as she lay back. Once she was on her back, Dr. Wolcott released her nipple, watching her face intently. Her fear of him spiked again as she realized that the soldier in the doorway hadn't batted an eye and Fox'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 he wanted her to be quiet and lay still. So she forced her fears down and lay there, quiescent, as he strapped her down to the bed. Straps went around her ankles, 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. Wolcott grasped each of her ankles and forced them wide apart, making Ella cry out at the sudden movement and stretch of her muscles. Muscles that were already sore from the double rape she'd endured. Her pussy was splayed wide open, feeling like it was splitting apart and she knew that there wasn't a single centimeter hidden from the doctor's lascivious eyes.

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

She looked at the one thing she could see, which was the soldier in the doorway. That wasn't reassuring either because he was staring straight at her spread pussy. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to breathe deeply, trying to calm herself. With her eyes closed, she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.