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Gyno Imposter Jenny's regular doctor isn't available.. Ryan is. Treatment A medical fantasy, a man's unusual treatment. Beyond the training from the keepers, Cristy was instructed in ballet, modern dancing, and playing the clarinet. Cristy had learned to play the clarinet in her childhood from her father.

Her clarinet instructor is a congenial German named Theobald Boehm. After a few sessions, Cristy made the mistake of trying to ask Theobald to help her escape, not realizing that hidden cameras are everywhere. Before she could finish her sentence, the keepers entered the room and dragged Cristy out. Cristy was then confronted with a recording of her conversation then severely beaten.

Cristy never saw Theobald again - he was replaced by another. Cristy was bathed twice a day - once in the morning and once before she was put back in her cage for the night. The keepers, being eunuchs, are responsible for bathing her. The keepers' idea of a thorough cleaning includes a humiliating enema and vicious scrubbing and perfuming of her nether regions.

Cristy had no choice but to let the keepers do with her body as they please - her attempts at modesty and privacy only earn her more beatings with the goad. During the night Cristy was secured in her cage, with her wrists and ankles in chains, before she was left alone. More often than not, Cristy would cry herself to sleep. Sometimes she prayed for deliverance, and sometimes she would try to think of ways to escape. She had tried to escape several times, but each time her attempt failed and she was beaten for it.

The hopelessness of her situation makes her wet her pillow with tears. Even as she slept, her captivity haunts her - as she oft dreamed of her terrifying rape and she would cry in her sleep. She has reached her peak physical condition. The dancing lessons have done wonders, and her training proceeds apace.

Tell her keepers to send her to me tomorrow night. Make sure she's perfumed and prettied up. And I wish her to stay with me from now on.

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Cristy panicked at the news. She was hysterical with terror and begged her keepers not to do this. Cristy was told that her pleading was useless. Then, she was beaten for daring to speak without permission. On the appointed day, Cristy was given a thorough cleaning by her keepers with Horoun observing. Her hair and makeup were specially done. In the evening that day, after supper, Cristy found herself walking down the corridor. She was dressed in an elegant black evening gown, with black lace bra and panty, black stockings, and expensive black high heels.

A band of silk surrounded her neck, with a steel ring right before her throat. The guards led her down the corridor by a light chain connected to the steel ring at her throat. Cristy was led before a set of double doors she had never seen before, then, as the guard opened the doors, she was gestured to walk in. Trembling, her eyes already brimming with tear, Cristy obeyed. She found Donatien sitting at a dinner table with a large covered plate, a bottle, and a crystal goblet before him.

Donatien was dressed in a tuxedo. His well-built figure was accented by the terrific fit of the tuxedo. Donatien sipped at his wine, then smiled at Cristy. Still trembling, Cristy obeyed, walking until she stood besides Donatien. Cristy obeyed, kneeling besides Donatien. Donatien stood up, turned his chair so he would be sitting facing Cristy as she kneeled facing him. Cristy kneeled as she has been taught. She sat on her ankles with her legs apart. Her wrists were crossed at the small of her back.

Her eyes were submissively downcast.

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Donatien now uncovered the plate. It contained a bowl of fresh strawberries and a small dish of whip cream. Cristy complied, straighten her back so that she no longer sat on her ankles, her hands, however, remained behind her back and her eyes are still downcast. Cristy shivered as she felt Donatien touched her chin. Gently, he lifted up her face so that she stared into his icy blue eyes. Cristy trembled. Feeling her tremble, Donatien smiled, "Do you fear me, slave?

Cristy fears you. His slave girl had used the proper form of address as well as the third person reference to herself as she was instructed. He picked up a strawberry and dips it in cream. Gingerly Cristy ate from Donatien's hand. As Cristy finished eating the strawberry, Donatien bend down and kissed her. First he kissed away her tears, then he kissed her on the mouth - tasting the remaining sweetness of the strawberry from her lips. The kiss was gentle, almost loving, and Cristy felt torn between emotions. As Donatien broke off the kiss, Cristy whispered, "Please, master, may Cristy speak?

Donatien slowly shook his head, "I would be lying if I promise you that, my beautiful slave. But I will promise that I will only beat you once a week if you behave yourself. The man before her would beat her whenever he wishes. Thinking of the torturous times before her, tears renewed its flow from her eyes, and she gently nodded to her master, "Y-yes, master.

She drank from the goblet in small sips - it tasted expensive. Donatien then stood up and grabbed the chain at Cristy's throat. Cristy thought to stand up and follow Donatien but Donatien pushed her down, "Crawl, slave. She crawled behind Donatien, feeling her legs, sheathed in smooth stocking, sliding across the polished marble floor. Through a locked double door and a small corridor Cristy crawled. Eventually, they passed through an arched doorway into a large chamber. Donatien turned around and smiled, "Welcome to my dungeon, my slave. Besides a large king-sized bed, there were wooden stocks, racks, and other furnishings in the chamber, all designed to imprison the human body.

Instruments of pain, including whips, rods, scourges, and many others decorate the walls. She grew terrified, and resisted when Donatien try to pull her into the chamber. Her hands clutched at the chain at her throat, "P- please, master," she cried. Grabbing her hand, Donatien dragged Cristy into the room. When she hesitated, he slapped her. She fell to the floor, sobbing, realizing that the nightmare was repeating itself, yet there was nothing she could do.

She kicked off her shoes and began to undress. When she was completely naked, Donatien grabbed her wrist and dragged her until she stood between two marble columns. Attached to the columns were sets of chains and manacles. Realizing what her master intended, Cristy grew hysterical with terror, desperately she struggled, trying to pull away as Donatien attempt to lock the manacles about her wrists.

She scratched Donatien and tried to kick him in the groin. Her nails drew blood on the side of Donatien's face but he easily avoided her kick. Grabbing Cristy's wrist tight, he swings her into the column, knocking the air out of her. Donatien then closed one manacle about Cristy's left wrist and before Cristy could kick out again, he grabbed her left ankle and closed another manacle around it.

With Cristy's left wrist and left ankle chained, the right wrists and ankle prove to be less trouble. Within another minute, Cristy was chained between the marble columns. Cristy struggled in despair against her chains, but her efforts were futile. Meanwhile, Donatien, wiping the blood from his face, walked to a console on the wall and pressed a button, activating an electrical motor. As the electrical motor turned, it draws in the chains on Cristy's wrists and ankles. Cristy sobbed as she struggled against the chains that gradually stretched her naked body taut between the two marble columns, her arms and legs spread apart.

Donatien turned off the electrical motor and walked before Cristy, putting a finger beneath her chin and lift up her tear-streaked face. Her eyes are large and dark brown, shiny with tears. Her scarlet lips sensuous and begging to be kissed. Donatien looked at his hand. His fingers are stained with his own blood. He stared into Cristy's eyes and whispered, smiling, "I am going to get someone to take a look at this scratch. See you soon. When Donatien returned, he was clad entirely in black, with a black silk shirt and loose black silk pants. He walked before the naked Cristy and smiled.

Cristy looked up, her eyes still brimming with tears, "P-please, please, don't hurt me," she sobbed. Wordlessly, Donatien suddenly grabbed hold of Cristy's crotch. Cristy felt his fingers probing her nether lips, she trembled, "N-no, p-please," she sobbed. Then his fingers were into her, playing with her clitoris. As Donatien moved his fingers in and out of her, Cristy felt blood flushed up to the surface of her skin and she felt strangely aroused.

She was both terrified and excited. Then, Donatien began to move his hand more violently. He alternated between lightly feeling about her nether region to shoving more and more fingers into her. Involuntarily, Cristy's body swayed between the marble columns, feeling both pain and pleasure. She pulled on her bonds, squirming to dislodge the moving hand at her loin.

She cried, "P-please. Please stop," but Donatien continued fingering her. Shamefully, she sensed a growing wetness in her loin and felt herself burning with heat. Then, suddenly, Donatien stopped, leaving Cristy hanging over the precipice, she tried to squeeze her legs close, but the manacles held her tight. Donatien lifted up his hand before Cristy's eyes. Cristy saw that the hand glistened with wetness and was ashamed. She turned her head aside with her eyes closed, sobbing. Donatien used his dry hand to turn her head around, "Open your eyes!

Open them! Cristy opened her eyes, frightened. Donatien placed his glistening fingers before Cristy's mouth, "Now, little slut, lick and suck my fingers clean of your own juice. Without warning, Donatien began beating Cristy. He slapped her several times then punched her in the stomach. Cristy screamed and the chains rattled from the blows. Several more slaps broke Cristy's lower lip and blood trickled from the corner of mouth down to her chin.

Sobbing, Cristy finally gave in. Closing her eyes, tears streaking down her cheeks, Cristy extended her small pink tongue and licked the moisture on Donatien's fingers. Bending her head forward, the young woman then sucked gently on Donatien's fingers. Donatien was finally satisfied and withdrew his hand, the young woman sobbed in shame and coughed in nausea. When Cristy lift up her head again, she found Donatien standing before her with a thin flexible plastic rod. Please, master, Cristy begs you not to hurt her anymore.

He pointed to the bandaged scratches on his cheek, "But my little slave, you have yet to be punished for this. Perhaps with a good beating you will finally learn how to be obedient? P- please. It will mark you with thin welts and even draw blood. It is very painful. But fear not, it will not permanently damage you. Donatien raised the sjambok and swung it at the bared pink flesh of the young woman's back. The young woman cried out as the sjambok cracked against her tender flesh.

The blow sent stars across her eyes and left an ugly welt on her back. Again the sjambok struck, this time licking the flesh of her thigh, drawing blood. Cristy screamed again. Gradually, the pace of the sjambok's painful kisses became faster and faster. Nowhere on the young woman's body was immune to the sjambok, as Donatien struck at Cristy's back, her buttocks, her thighs, her calves, her shoulders, the back of her upper arms, and paid special attention to her nether region.

Soon Cristy's body was covered with a glistening sheen of perspiration as welts crisscrossed her creamy skin and droplets of blood traced across her bruised flesh to fall to the floor. Occasionally, Donatien stopped, walking around her, admiring the scarlet welts and the streaks of crimson blood decorating the exquisitely carved form of light rosy-shaded flesh before him. Twice, Cristy fainted, but each time she was brought back as Donatien poured ice-cold water down her head. Slowly, Donatien paid more and more attention to Cristy's nether region, planting the kisses of the sjambok right on her clitoris.

Cristy's voice was coarse from screaming by now, but she screamed still. As the sjambok struck her groin again and again, she began to feel the same strange arousal she felt earlier, despite her suffering. She moaned and cried; her excitement mixed with agony. The pace of the sjambok's biting kisses grew faster and faster and Cristy jerked at her chains desperately, screaming. She pleaded and begged her captor, but there was no mercy for her. Finally, she felt her own arousal reaching a climax and her entire body shuddered explosively before it hung limply on the chains.

Donatien stopping beating the young woman and broke out in a throaty laugh. Cristy shivered and gasped in pain as she felt him running the sjambok across the open wounds and the bleeding flesh of her labia's lips and her clitoris. Donatien walked before Cristy smiling, "Well, you surprised me, little slave. Was that your first orgasm?

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Donatien laughed, "Ha, what a little slut you are, to come under the whip. You are a slut, aren't you? Donatien slapped her, "Say it! What are you? C-Cristy is a slut. Now lick the sjambok clean, my lovely slave slut. After she finished licking the sjambok, Donatien dropped the sjambok to the floor and said, "Now, for some pleasure. Cristy shivered, scared as Donatien ran his hands over her body. She was helpless as she felt his hand moving downward. The flesh of Cristy's nether region was badly bruised from the whipping, and Donatien could feel that her skin was slick with blood as his fingers parted her outer labia.


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Cristy squirmed in agony, the slightest touch to the battered flesh of her genitals was like touching raw nerves with a red hot iron. While his other arm held the struggling Cristy in a tight grip, Donatien guided his stiff penis to the entrance of the young woman's vagina. Pulling desperately on her chains, she pleaded, "No-no, p-please," she sobbed, "it hurts!

Please don't! With all of his strength, he thrusts, raping his beautiful and helpless captive's bruised sex, feeling his organ ramming into her warm flesh until it could go no further. Cristy screamed with her coarse voice. The agony seared through her body. She felt as if someone is stabbing a sharp burning sword into her. Chains rattled as her lithe delicate form writhed violently in torment, as Donatien's massive organ started to hammer into her again and again. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, now red from crying, mixing with beads of sweat.

Droplets of blood dripped afresh from where Cristy and her master was joined, testament to her suffering. Again and again he thrust into her, impaling her on his organ.


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It was as if his body had exploded in a million directions, releasing every bit of energy in him. He felt his hot seeds shooting into his beautiful captive's battered sex in massive squirts. Breathing heavily from the exertion, Donatien withdraws his penis reluctantly out of Cristy. Cristy's eyes were closed and she was whimpering pitifully as a heavy-breathing Donatien released the manacles on her wrists and ankles. Freed from the chains, Cristy's limp body fell to the blood-stained floor. Slowly, she curled up into the fetal position, sobbing and whimpering uncontrollably.

Gradually catching his breath, Donatien bent down and touched the young woman's teary face with a finger, "So, how are you feeling, little slave? But what of your trying kick me? You know that you must be punished, don't you? We just cannot have little slave girls trying to kick the master in the groin. Her body was too weak from the remorseless beatings and her brutal rape. Before she had crawled more than a few inches, Donatien stumped hard on her, placing all of his considerable strength on her delicate right ankle. Cristy screamed, feeling and hearing the bones in her ankle snap.

Then pain inundated her senses and she fainted again. In darkness, Cristy's mind was filled with a jumbled mixture of impressions. She felt gloved hands touching her, dabbing at her painful wounds.