"Of course, Doctor," she heard herself say. "You are right. I am a whore – a cheap, cock-sucking whore."

Just saying the words made her loins ache with lust. She rubbed her thighs together so that the inner lips of her sex would grind together and increase the feeling of pleasure.

"I'm a dirty, cock-sucking slut. What would you have your slutish whore do next? Will you break my cherry with your great strong cock, and leave me split and bleeding at your feet?"

Marcy had never dreamed words could be so wildly exciting. She increased the effect by throwing herself at his feet and starting to kiss them. She kissed her way along the instep of his foot, down under the arch, and over the sole. Then she paused to run her tongue between his toes, wriggling her bottom lustfully all the time. Was this Marcy McCall? Was this the tightly controlled, rigidly reserved virgin who was kneeling before this man, kissing his feet, and feeling her cunt throbbing with the pleasure of it?

"We will preserve the precious cherry for a later experiment," Villiers said. "Right now, I want you to roll over on your belly, spread your legs wide, and present your whorish ass for penetration by my prick."

"Yes, Doctor," she said obediently, still marveling at her new docility. If anyone had dared to suggest such a thing even a few hours ago, she would have been outraged beyond belief. Now she accepted it without question.

She rolled over onto her stomach, her hands stretched up over her head and her thighs spread wide to open the cheeks of her ass. Then she waited patiently, even eagerly, for the pain she knew was coming.

"Excellent!" Dr. Villiers said. "A whore in a whore's position, ready to be fucked as a whore should be."

Marcy squirmed ecstatically, rubbing her lusting loins against the mattress and stirring the already boiling juices to white-hot heat.

Then his heavy body was pressing down on hers, his erect cock tickling along her spine and over the mounds of her buttocks, before pressing into the deep crevice between.