Another one for you (the cunning will have noticed that I'm posting these in
reverse order. Why? Because it never hurts to confuse people a little).
Anyway, for the conventional ones reading this before 'Fantasy #3', this is
just something I knocked together for a friend of mine, to whet her appetite
a little. She loved it, and I thought there may be some people out there
(Hello!) who may also appreciate it. If you do, let me know... obviously,
this is written from the point of view of the reader being female, so if you
find any unusual pain as you try to re-enact this, you could well be male.
Not my fault.

(This is my work. Don't purloin it for your own purposes, without at least
letting me know). Don't read if you're liable to be offended.

You awake in a dentist's workroom, somewhere. It is light; you are staring at
a wood-panelled ceiling with children's pictures stuck to it. You lay in the
chair, reclined, naked, the cheap leather-effect plastic sticking to your
skin, suggesting that you have lain like this for some time. You can see
nobody else, just the usual dentist's apparatus; the large light, off, above
your head, and the rack of tools to your left before the door. As you try to
move your feet you realise that they are tied to the chair, a loop round each
ankle attaches to a rope tied round the central pivot, allowing your legs to
spread and close, but not pull away from the chair. Your arms are simply
bound to those of the chair.

You notice that your pussy is freshly shaven; despite the apparent
predicament you are in, the thought excites you a little. Suddenly, as if in
response to your tingle of excitement, the light above your head clicks on,
dazzling you; you hear the door opening, and a figure stands sillhouetted in
it. You can just discern that the figure is wearing a loose-fitting surgical
gown. It says nothing, but simply steps forwards, pulling the door closed.
You tremble in fear, but the figure seems strangely hypnotising... although a
surgical mask hides the face, it does not look threatening. The figure walks
forwards, and adjusts a switch on the light; it grows brighter, and you have
no option but to close your eyes; all you can now see is a red glow. 

You hear a clatter of metal on metal, and suddenly you feel a cold metal
probe between your breasts. Despite the light, you open your eyes and squint
downwards; a gloved hand has some sort of dental tool (a thin handle and even
thinner probe) between your breasts, and begins to stroke it up and down, the
metal feeling cool against your skin. You close your eyes again, tipping your
head back to relieve the strain on your neck. The point wanders lower, slowly
drawing a line from between your breasts almost down to your navel, and back
again. You hear another clatter as something else is picked up.

The probe slides down again, towards your navel, and stops about an inch from
it, just a cold metal point. You feel a warm gloved hand rest against your
abdomen, and then year a click; suddenly, your navel is full of icy cold
water - the shock is delicious, and you squirm against your bonds releasing a
gasp of breath. The hand disappears, and you feel the probe travel slowly
back up your body. As it passes between your breasts, it loops right, curving
out before your neck to trace the outline of your breast, the rod pressing
against the underside and then moving across to the other breast, running
around that once, and then back to your right breast in a figure of eight
pattern. Instead of completing another loop, the point moves over the surface
of your breast, sending shivers down your spine, and then stopping, about an
inch short of your right nipple.

You feel the pressure removed, and hear another clatter from the tray.
Suddenly, you feel as if you are in heaven; what feels like a large, soft
paintbrush is being rubbed backwards and forwards along your nipple, sending
ripples of pleasure across your flesh. This continues briskly, your nipple
heating due to friction, the rest of you due to excitement. Indeed, you feel
a slight wetness between your legs, and blush - the brushing stops. The brush
is returned to the tray, and you hear a different sound, one of velcro being
torn apart. You feel an armband being placed around your right arm, and
tightened slightly. Then you hear the rustle of clothing being removed, and
more items being picked up and moved around. You hear something being picked
up from the tray again, and the a click. You try to look around again, but
the light blinds your eyes.

Again, you feel the probe between your breasts, but this time it feels
different; it tingles, and you hear a gasp as it touches your skin. Every
time it touches you, you feel the tingle of the current flowing through your
arm and to the probe; it moves in a smooth line towards your left nipple. The
metal point traces a tingling line around your aureole, slowly and carefully.
Then you feel a hand rest against your breasts, steadying the point. It
presses against your nipple, and both you and the figure gasp; the figure is
breathing harder now. The probe runs away from your nipple, down to your
pussy, now very wet. As it touches the moistness between your legs, you feel
a large jolt from the current, and the tingling is much greater. Another
gloved hand is placed on your abdomen; it slides down over your recently
shaved mound, a finger either side of your cunt, spreading it open. You hear
heavy breathing from between your legs, and can feel its warmth against your
genitals. The probe returns, tracing out lines along the folds of flesh you
now have exposed; it avoids your clit, but explores your labia thoroughly,
tingling all the time.

As suddenly as it arrives, the sensation is gone. You hear a series of
clicks, and then feel a cold, bulbous shape press against your pussy lips.
Gently, the figure pushes it into you; it is smooth and frictionless, but you
can tell that it is large; by the time four inches are inside you, the shaft
has reached a diameter of two and a half inches. But it just keeps coming,
more and more length being slowly fed into you until about ten inches has
been pushed into your cunt, pressing deep into you. It still feels cold, but
not unpleasant. Shortly before the click, you realise that this must be
another electrode, and then black out from the waves of pleasure spreading
from your wildly convulsing pussy, as the current induces contractions you
had never thought possible, swivelling the shaft within yourself in a way
that blows your mind.

As you come round for a second time, you realise that the bright light has
been turned off, and the room is lit normally. The phallus is still in your
pussy, but the current has been reduced so that it only occasionally causes a
twitch. You are gagged, and your breasts have been tied; a several turns of
rope around each one force them away from your body, jutting up in the air
and feeling deliciously tight. This is not as surprising as the sight that
meets your eyes: leaning over you, a look of pleasure on her face, is the
beautiful dentist; her medium length blonde hair hanging either side of her
face, stuck there with perspiration. Her large, oiled breasts hang in front
of your face, and you see a metal clip on each; one is wired to a machine,
and the other to the metal cock in your pussy.

She smiles, and unclips her tits; the vibrations around your hole cease,
until she reconnects one of the clips to *your* right nipple; the pulses get
stronger again. She pulls on a pair of rubber gloves again, and picks up
another device from the tray; a dentist's drill. You realise how vulnerable
you are in this position, more now than when you first awoke. The woman turns
away, and adjusts the device (allowing you a long look at her smooth back,
long legs and delicious ass). When she turns back, you see that the drill bit
has been removed, and in its place is a strange object; it looks like a golf
ball, but is only a quarter of an inch across, and is covered with rubber
spines. She clicks the button and the head rotated wildly. Grinning, she
moves down to your pussy. Using a pair of tweezers, she carefully makes sure
your clitoris is fully exposed, and then presses the button again, savouring
the anticipation. She then removes the metal object from you; you relax and
enjoy feeling yourself contract to a more normal size. Clit still sticking
out, she runs the motionless head up and down along your labia, the spines
feeling wonderful. After a couple of strokes, she presses against your clit,
and turns on the device - you try to scream, but you cannot. The head rotates
wildly, sending impossible sensations through your body. Fortunately, you are
wet enough already, but your pussy pumps more of its juice out as you come
hard, every muscle in your body straining.

The device is removed, leaving you to cool off. Your juices have already got
your ass nice and slippery, but the woman squirts lubricant between your
cheeks with a syringe anyhow; you can guess what is coming. The drill has
another tube attached to it by the woman. Spreading your cheeks with the
fingers of one hand, she pushes searches for your anus with the drill.
Finding it, she pushes hard, releasing your cheeks. The rubber head has no
trouble squeezing into your rectum, but the inch-thick body of the drill
makes sure its presence is felt. Pressing a switch on another machine, the
woman pauses to look at you. Not knowing what she is expecting, you are
surprised and the strange feeling in your ass; a pulsing jet of water
accompanies the gyrations of the rubber ball. You feel your rectum filling,
but the water squirts out of your anus around the drill. The device is lodged
in place, though. The intense jet of water and spinning ball spread deep,
powerful vibrations through your lower body; you can certainly feel it in
your pussy, and your bowels vibrate pleasurably.

Grinning, the woman reaches into a cupboard, and pulls out an
impressive-looking dildo; black, rubbery, 11" long and 2" diameter. She
straps it on, a small plug fitting into her own wet hole. She stand between
your legs, and leans forwards. Running her gloved hands up your body, she
lowers herself onto you, so that you are face to face. You feel the monster
cock pressing against your outer labia, begging for entrance. The woman
smiles again, reaches down, and guides herself into you, filling you with
rubberised, textured pleasure. Your breasts are squashed against her warm
mounds as she begins to move, taking long, slow strokes with her hips. You
begin to buck in rhythm with her, and she moans gently. After a couple more
strokes, she trembles, and comes. Not yet satisfied, she withdraws. Pressing
more controls, the seat changes shape, so that your legs are bent slightly
behind you, and the rest of the chair is raised so that you are clser to
upright. Standing before you, dildo jutting out proudly, the woman strokes
your breasts with her hands, then decisively reaches between your legs and
pushes her fist into your cunt; after all the use it's had today, it squeezes
in without the usual pain. Her whole hand fills your pussy, and she wiggles
her fingers experimentally. Finding your G-spot, she massages it hard with
three fingers, making you cum violently. She removes her hand, leaving you
pussy stretched open - after this much has been thrust in you, it feels
flaccid and slightly distended, your labia spread wide apart and leaving a
bright red tube of flesh easily visible to anyone who cared to look. Seeing
that she has nearly finished with you, the woman smiles again. Removing the
drill from your ass, she replaces it with her fingers; three of them
stretching your ring wide open, exploring your depths. She pulls these out,
and your rectum feels the same way as your pussy - strecthed, open, ready for
anything. She reaches into another cupboard, and produces a smaller dildo; 6"
long, but still 2" diameter. She holds it against your waiting anus, and you
moan into the gag, knowing that it is too big. Remorselessly, she pushes it
in anyway, filling you more than you have known before. Finally, she roughly
pushes her own phallus into your cunt, and fucks you vigorously, ramming home
each stroke. You feel like you are going to either tear or burst with each
one, but she is careful and produces far more pleasure than pain. Eventually,
you both orgasm together, and collapse backwards into oblivion.

You awake in your own bed, still naked, but unfettered. You think briefly
that it was a dream, but a rawness in your pussy and ass tell you
otherwise...



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