She lay before him, stretched out on his examining table. Her arms were secured behind her head by the padded handcuffs he had welded to the bed frame. Her feet were still in the stirrups, secured by leather straps around the thighs. A thick leather belt around her waist kept her torso flat against the table, allowing for little to no movement. She was still unconscious from the sedative he had given her earlier.
He glanced over the file that his physician had started during his earlier examination, pleased with what he read. From her driver's license, he already knew that she was 20 years old and her name was Elena. Now he also knew that she wasn't a virgin.
He ran his hand across her flat, hard stomach and down to the sharp projections of her hip bones. She was completely hairless from the neck down, and her skin was the color of pure, silky cream offset only by the coral nipples that stood on top of perfect, pert breasts. He rolled his chair around and came to a stop between her legs. Her inner slit was the same pale coral peach surrounded by flawless cream. He readjusted the stirrups, opening her legs up to him further and pushing her feet back towards her ass. She stirred slightly, groaning as she slowly wakened. He stood, walking back around to her side.
"Elena," he spoke in his low, gravelly tone. "Respond if you can hear me." Her head rolled blindly in his direction. A thick blindfold covered her eyes.
"Where am I?" Her voice was nothing more than a hoarse, throaty whisper. A sob caught in her throat as she began struggling to move, fighting her restraints. Her chest heaved with panic, causing her breasts to rise and fall quickly. Her nipples were tight with cold and fear. He felt his cock jump in response. A cold sweat broke out over his brow as he watched the leather straps cutting into her waist, and the muscles in her thighs straining against the force that kept them apart. The ache and desperation in his cock was growing. He prided himself on his control, and yet he could feel it slipping away as his thoughts turned to taking her, violently while she lay strapped to the table. It would be easy -- too easy.
Instead, he strode to a phone on the back wall and punched in four numbers and waited until he heard the line pick up. "Come here." He growled, before hanging up the receiver. Within moments, a small, nude brunette slipped inside the room. She crept over to where he stood, trying to avoid staring at the whimpering girl on the table. "Jezebel," He took her hand and walked her up to the table. "This is Elena, our newest resident." Jezebel nodded slightly, her brown eyes growing wider as she looked over Elena's body.
He led her around to stand in between Elena's legs and turned her around until she faced him. "On your knees," He commanded. Obediently, Jezebel dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans. Her eager mouth found his cock, cradling him with her tongue. His hands tangled in her curls, bringing her head down his shaft and pushing his cock to the back of her throat. Her throat relaxed, working to accommodate his size. He thrust into her quickly, matching his rhythm to the whimpers and sobs coming from the girl on the table. He withdrew quickly, his cock still hard and aching. Jezebel looked up at him through half lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed with sexual need. A trail of saliva fell from her pouty lips. Pulling his hands out of her curly hair, he motioned for Jezebel to stand. Quickly, he spun her around and pushed her to bend over the edge of the table with her head resting on Elena's navel. He pressed a button off to the side, lowering the table to give him better access. Jezebel pulled herself farther up the table, her head stopping just below Elena's breasts with her hips resting between Elena's restrained thighs. He listened as Elena's breaths came quicker -- in short, panicked pants.