Back to The Hospital

The hospital room still reeks of antiseptic and something far warmer. Betty lies on the cold metal table, wrists already strapped, legs parted in stirrups. Kathia stands over her in a white coat and black gloves, the blonde doctor who looks like she could slice or soothe with the same smile. She flicks on a small machine and cold metal cups close around the girl’s nipples. A sudden current snaps through them. Betty’s back arches, a sharp gasp ripped from her throat. Kathia watches with quiet amusement and turns the dial a little higher. “Again,” she says, and the current bites once more. When the girl is trembling, slick already glistening between her spread thighs, Kathia reaches for the large dildo resting on a tray. She coats it slowly, almost lazily, then presses the blunt head against Betty’s entrance. The stretch is sudden, merciless. The toy forces its way in, inch by inch, filling the tight cunt until the girl whimpers and shakes. Kathia gives one final, steady push, seating it deep, then begins a slow rhythm that turns the whimpers into something lower, needier. Pain and pleasure twist together on Betty’s face as the mistress works her open, gloved thumb circling the swollen clit while the heavy toy keeps driving home.