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Chapter 2

Janie woke from her half sleep with a start. As soon as Mr. Scantland said that word she knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she tried to crane around and look up at him from over her shoulder, but his hold on her fanny wouldn't let her. "D-Don't. Please," she said. "Can't we wait for the nurse?"

"Nonsense," he said with a smile, still knuckle-deep in her asshole, and now reaching her cringing cuntlips with his little finger. "I'm fully qualified to do all of this. And I'm not hurting you. I'm making you feel good. Doesn't your cunt feel good? Doesn't it? Don't you feel good all over?"

"No-o-o-o," she moaned. "You shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be talking to me this way. I'll… I'll tell the nurse. I will! OH!"

His finger hooked and twisted cruelly in her sweet, little pussy and Janie in turn twisted in panic on the table. She could feel him bending over her now as he said, "You'll not threaten me, you little ragamuffin. You'll lie there and take it, do anything I say, do you understand?" he demanded, twisting harder, deeper, until at last the tears flowed from Jane's eyes and she could only gasp and writhe under the strong hands that could tear her to pieces. She was brought right to the brink of unconsciousness by that finger so deep within her before the pain dwindled and her body could stop its helpless twisting.

"That's better," he purred, trying to soothe her with his hands now, and with a voice that had turned oily smooth. "You've simply got to learn to cooperate. Pretty little thing like you, you can go a long way if you cooperate with men, and you can have a good time doing it. Tha-a-a-t's right. That's a nice little girl. And that's a nice little cunt you've got down there. Roll over, Janie. Let's have a look at it."

Dear heaven, he was touching her there, poking his fingers in flesh that was far more secret than anything else about her, and Janie couldn't do a thing about it except sob. Tears didn't mean a thing to him. He kept pawing her and saying things that sounded dirty to her, but at least he took his huge finger out of her pooper. She had to shudder and moan as it was withdrawn. It did feel almost like pooping now, and then he massaged the ball of his finger all around her stretched-out anus as he took it out, reviving all those weird itchy feelings, but banishing the last of the pain. But it still existed in her mind, and she knew it would be repeated in force if she didn't do as she was told.

Jane let him help her roll over on the examination table, prepared for the very worst.

"Yes, you're a pretty little thing," Scant-land said, taking the smock out of her plucking fingers, leaving her stark naked before his lustful old eyes. "Nice little titties, cute little body, and tight little cunt," he said, pawing her as he spoke, as if she didn't know what awful parts of her body he was referring to. "Just relax and we'll have some fun together now. Stop that silly crying and let's see you smile."

There was no way Janie could smile and mean it, but at least the tears were stopping. She'd learned long ago that tears didn't do a bit of good. It wouldn't even do any good to try to cut and run now, for she'd never find her way out of this building, and when he caught her things would go all the worse for her. She had to lie there and suffer, looking forward to more pain, but in a different place.

"Yes, that's a nice little cunt," he said, nudging her trembling legs apart, rubbing three fingers over the previously inviolate lips. "Sweet as can be and quite ready for fucking," he said, prodding her deeper there, making her gasp and grab at the sides of the table.

"Now I didn't hurt you. You can't tell me I did," said the hovering Mr. Scantland, and he held her right hand captive against the table's edge with his hard, hot loins. ''Girls like to have their cunts played with. You can't tell me they don't. I'll bet you play with yours yourself. Don't you? Answer me, dear," he went on, and the increased pressure of his fingers in her slit told Janie she'd better speak up.

"N-No. It's not… nice," she faltered.

"Fibbing isn't nice, either," he said. "I know you play with your pussy. I know you masturbate. All good children do. Show me how you do it. Come on. I'll help you," he said, and at last he took his fingers from her pussy, only to take her left hand in his and hold it against her opened crotch.

For a moment this afforded Janie some relief. It was almost as good as being dressed, but only for a moment. She was covered up there, but then he started moving her hand with his, and her shame was so great at his knowing that she'd touched herself there before that she closed her eyes and bit her lip in mortification.

"That's right," he purred. "Doesn't that feel nice. Yes-s-s. Just like you do to yourself when you're alone in bed. But while you're here with us, I'll be doing it for you, dear, and that will feel even nicer. And the other girls, they'll help you do it too. Oh, you're going to have such good times here you just won't want to leave. So nice. So very nice," he murmured, and now, now that she couldn't see him, now that she was touching herself in that recently familiar way, it almost did feel nice.

"Mm-m-m-m. It does feel nice, doesn't it. Yes-s-s. You're starting to get wet, aren't you?"

Head turned away, eyes tight shut, Jane had to nod yes because, indeed, her flesh was getting wet there, and there seemed no way she could lie to this man who knew all about her innermost secrets in advance.

"Let's see," he said, and his bony fingers crept under her hand, and now it was he who was touching her wet hole.

"No. Please," Janie murmured, and tears approached once again.

"Why not? It feels good. Doesn't it? No fibbing now," he said, massaging her cunny, gentle now, and knowing just where to do it most effectively.

Lies were impossible and Janie just kept still, but he persisted, saying, "It doesn't feel bad. Does it? And if it doesn't feel bad, it must feel good. And if it feels good, why stop. Lie back and enjoy it. Lie back and dream about your favorite boyfriend. Who would that be? Elton John? Neil Young? Paul McCartney? Lie back with your eyes closed and dream about them, listen to their music, dance with them while you feel so-o-o-o good, so very very good. While I make your pussy feel even better."

Again he had looked into her mind, this time naming her secret passion without even trying. She could see him now, all aglitter in sequins, smiling radiantly while he worshipped her through his outlandish big glasses and made love to her with his musician's hands. She could hear his music, it seemed, hear him pouring out love words to her, and she couldn't help but move to the tune he was singing, for she did feel good.

"Oh. Ah," Janie murmured, for it felt almost as good to move as it did to be played with by her secret lover. "Oh my," she said, squirming her bottom on the table to alleviate the itchy buttocks that had been bothering her ever since Mr. Scantland had taken his finger out of her pooper. "Oh, yes," she sighed, as one hand went to her titties, the other moving even more beautifully between her legs.

"Yes! That's it!" he murmured, quite close to her now, hands moving in just the right way. "Isn't that good? Doesn't that feel nice? And don't you look nice with the nipples of your tits all stiff and hard and waiting to be sucked on, with your hot little cunt all wet and squirmy, with your pretty little ass working like a coffee grinder on the table. Move it around, Janie. That's what feels good. Don't be afraid to get good and hot. That's what girls are made for. Get hot, baby. You love it and you know it. That's it. Let yourself go and have yourself some fun for a change."

Janie couldn't stop moving. It was the unheard music and the unseen Elton John and the warmth and the glow, but most of all it was the hands that were massaging so deeply on her titties and on her pussy. She realized she was moaning as well as panting, and she just couldn't stop, even though the man who was doing all this to her was chuckling in amusement now. And when he asked her if she was feeling good, when he insisted that she answer him, she had to gasp, "Yes! Yes, I feel good all over!"

"Then roll over," he said, "and we'll see if you still feel good back there in your little asshole."

His hands helped her turn about on the table. Even though every part of her little naked body was in constant, writhing motion, a part of her coordination had vanished so that his help was even welcome in getting her face down on the table, with her hips elevated and her bare ass sticking shamelessly up in the air.

"Oh-h-h-h God, yes, that feels good too!" he made her confess, as he slid his greased finger deep in her butt-hole again, reamed it all around, and at the same time worked his knuckle against her wonderfully seething little pussy.

"Not near as tight as it was before, is it?" he asked her, and with no prompting at all now, Janie said, "No! It's fine. Ah-h-h, it feels good down there. Real, real good"

"I'll bet you'd like something even bigger in there, wouldn't you? Hm-m-m? Something nice and hard, good and stiff, something even longer than this finger that's doing such good things to you. Hm-m-m?"

"Yes!" the naked little girl panted. "Bigger. Anything. It itches. It feels so good," she told him, rotating her upraised hips all around, helping him work that lovely finger in and out, of her churning asshole.

"Here it is," he said. "Just look."

Cheek mashed against the leather, Janie squinted her lead-weighted eyes a fraction, then opened them wide as could be as she was confronted with a huge, angry red thing she knew at once to be a penis. It jutted strongly out of his opened pants, red-knobbed end all wet and gleaming, and with a slit of an eye that seemed to be staring back at her just as she was staring at it. Her asshole and her cunt involuntarily tightened and for a moment she thought he was going to gouge her with his finger again. But then when she didn't scream, didn't try to move away from the strangely fascinating thing just before her eyes, his finger began moving smoothly again, and his words were smooth, too, as he curled his free hand about his penis and began to massage it.

"That'll feel good in you, eh? Just what that fat little ass of yours needs, hm? Give it a kiss, Jane-Girl, and then we'll get on to breaking you in with a butt-reaming you'll never forget."

"N…!" Before she could get it out he'd pushed that big wet knob against her lips and she'd tasted it, tasted penis! It was all sticky wet on her lips but she didn't dare lick it off or even spit lest she poison herself or offend him. But then she couldn't think about that any longer, for he was dropping his pants, exposing balls like she'd seen on bulls, and climbing up on the table with her!

"Wait! Please! You shouldn't do that! Please wait!" she cried, but her hips were held in an iron grasp, and already she was feeling the hot, hairy hardness of him pressed deeply against the split between her buttocks.

"Such a nice little ass. Just waiting to be fucked. All nice and slippery with Vaseline. Oh, you're going to love this, little girl. I guarantee it."

"No!" Janie erred one more time, but he just laughed and went right ahead with his dirty business. She even tried to prevent his entry by tightening her pooper, but he'd gotten it so very slippery and so unbelievably soft that she hadn't a chance to prevent the dull wedge of his penis from forcing its way into the trembling orifice that wasn't made for such things.

"Yeah!" he muttered, as he forced the knob into her.

"Eeks!" she cried, as she felt the mushroom like end of it slip securely inside her body.

"Tight! Really tight!" Scantland groaned, holding onto her hips with both hands, pushing his cock incredibly deep in her. "So tight… I don't know if I can last long at this. Ah! Oh, baby, what an ass you've got!"

It was much too big for Janie. Her butt-hole was stretched to the point of breaking. The only consolation she had was that he'd said it wouldn't last long and so Janie clung hard to the table and prayed that she'd be able to endure this for just a little longer, just a little longer.

"Ah. Oh, baby. God damn," he growled, pistoning his pecker ever deeper in her, only to draw it out and push it in again. "Nice and hot. Tight. Move that butt of yours, baby, and I'll squirt a load in you that'll make you feel good all over. Move it!" he commanded, and slapped her so hard on her bottom that move it she did.

In her mad, confused state of mixed fear and excitement, she found she could move her ass as she'd never moved it before. From side to side and up and down it went, both to obey his harshly delivered command and to hopefully have this awful thing over with as quickly as he'd implied it could be. In and out it went. She was being fucked! She could feel his hairy balls being pushed against her flabbergasted pussy at his every in-stroke and she could feel her insides being drawn out at his every out-stroke. Once again she'd felt some pain at his initial insertion, and once again the pain soon disappeared and she was beginning to get those weird itchy feelings that she'd truthfully admitted felt good, real good.

"That's it!" he exulted from behind her. "Move it, baby, move that hot little ass. I'm gonna cum! Oh, shit. What a good one! I'm gonna squirt a load in that little ass that'll… Uh! Uh! Uh-h-h-h-h!!!"

"Yes! Yes, do it!" she heard herself urging, moving her hot little ass wildly now, completely filled with indescribably wonderful feelings of relief at his seemingly finishing, and with feelings of rich, all-over goodness.

"That's right!" he cried out through his gruntings. "Tell me to do it! Tell me to cum in you! I love it! Oh! Uh… OH-H-H-H-H!!!"

"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in my pooper!" she cried, gyrating every bit as wildly as the man behind her how gasped and groaned as if he was having a seizure, but still he kept a very tight hold on her hips, and still kept pistoning his wonderfully big, slick penis in and out of Janie's butt. She somehow knew he was feeling enormous pleasure. She could feel it in herself. It built up and mounted in dizzying fashion until she was gasping and grunting along with him, rocking the table with her delirious gyrations, and then as it approached an impossibly exciting peak, the slurping pistoning slowed, halted, and with a great shuddering sigh he drew his penis out of her ass.

"Noo-o-o-o," she moaned, trying to hold onto it with muscles that were too buttery soft from sheer pleasure.

He chuckled and said, "You'll get more," and with a heartfelt sob she slumped forward on the sweaty leather as the lovely fat wedge was pulled all the way out of her pouting asshole.