Jennifer Kacey by Aslan's Fetish Page A

where her clothes and the hospital gown were hung. He removed his doctor’s coat and hung it with her things. In his blue scrubs, he moved behind her and opened a drawer or something she couldn’t see, no matter how much she strained.
    “What do you mean sounds?” Metal hit metal somewhere behind her, kicking her heart into hyper drive again. Then more metal hit some kind of surface, turning her on even more.
    Wheels squeaked as Zeke pushed a small cart beside her. He held up a very thin metal bar for her to look at. “Sounds. They’re metal rods in varying sizes that can be inserted into certain holes. They’re completely smooth, so they don’t cause damage. The cotton was too abrasive, which is why you had pain afterward.” He set the rod back down and pushed the tray around one of her bound legs. “Did you have any bleeding when you played with that hole before?”
    “Uhh. Huh?” Aslan had a hard time tracking anything he said after she glimpsed the rest of the tools he had on his tray. Forceps, quite a few of those sounds in very large sizes all the way down to very thin, and then there were medical gloves and speculums. Two of them. And lube. Plus two strips of medical tape, each with one end attached to the tray with the rest of the sticky surfaces hanging free.
    Holy shit. Her brain almost completely blinked out.
    Zeke pulled the tray until it was within grabbing distance and sat down on the stool between her thighs again. He sat no more than a few inches from her pussy, which was probably dripping.
    “Mrs. Smythe, please answer the question. Did you or did you not have bleeding when you fucked your fourth hole when you were younger?”
    “Uhh.” Focus. “Bleeding. Yes. A little bit. Burning. A lot of burning when I peed afterward.”
    He pulled one of the gloves off the tray and pulled it on. “Didn’t that alarm you?”
    Aslan smiled at him as he snapped on the second glove. “No. It always went away and I liked a little bit of pain. Even back then.”
    “So dirty.” He grabbed one of the forceps. “This might hurt a little.” He pinched and tugged one of her pussy lips and then clamped it with a forceps.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Aslan yelped and tried to wiggle her ass to get away from the pain.
    “Hence, the reason for the straps. Love it that you can’t get away.” He tugged her clamped pussy lip open and then grabbed one of the pieces of tape. Laying the forceps handle against the metal of her leg brace, he taped the forceps to the metal.
    She screeched when he repeated the process on the other side. “Why?” she panted and let her head fall back to the headrest, unable to hold it up any longer.
    “Why the forceps? They’re pinchy little things and they hold your pussy wide open so I can touch and feel and fuck and fill every hole to my heart’s desire. And speaking of holes, I think you’ve answered all of my questions.”
    “What does that have to do with holes?”
    He stood and pulled open another drawer behind him. “I have a new gag that I’ve been wanting to put to good use.”
    “A ball gag?” Aslan asked, as she looked at him again.
    “No. A dental gag.” He stepped toward her head. “It has two vinyl covered bars that go between your teeth, like this. See. Not too bad at all. Then it straps around your head like this. Hmm. Would have been easier to do this with you standing.”
    Aslan huffed out a breath as he strapped it around her head.
    “Guess we’ll just have to practice more later. Fuck, that’s hot. Then it has these saw tooth brackets on both sides that hold your mouth open wider and wider and wider, as I push these metal tabs.”
    So. Dirty , Aslan thought as he stretched her mouth open.
    “Fuck. You’re so hot. I’m gonna fuck your face in a few minutes. But first, I think you’ve seen enough.” He messed with something right below her neck. “Two more straps. One here.” He wrapped one around her throat. “Not too tight, so you can still