RIBALD WRITER (continued)

"Now then," Dr. Newlin said, "Let's get you situated."

Janine couldn't see what they were doing behind her, and was
surprised when the machine fell back, and she found herself lying
on her back on a table. She watched as Lisa released the strap
on one ankle and repositioned it, then did the same on the other
ankle. When she'd finished, she nodded to Newlin, who repeated
the procedure on her wrists.

"Please... please ma'am, Doctor, what are you doing to me?" she
whispered, looking about anxiously. She tested the new bonds,
but they were as strong as the first.

"In good time, all in good time, my dear," Newlin smiled down at
her. He reached down and turned a handle on the side of the
machine, and the supports holding Janine's arms and legs began to
move slowly, changing position. In moments, she was spread-
eagled on the cold metal of the table, her arms and legs securely
bound.

"You know Janine," Newlin said as he walked around the foot of
the table and adjusted the strap on her ankle, "most of our
patients begin with a slower course of treatment, and work their
way up to this device. But, your husband did request a condensed
regimen for you, so perhaps it's best that we begin here."

"Lisa, would you finish up here and call me when she's ready for
the probe?"

"Yes sir," Lisa said as she moved about taking measurements and
adjusting the settings on the machine. When she was satisfied
with her work, she moved to the foot of the table and released a
set of clips on the end, then pulled the center section of the
table free and set it to one side, leaving an opening between
Janine's widespread legs.

Janine lost sight of her momentarily, then gasped as Lisa came
into sight again. She had a towel draped over her arm, and
carried a small basin, a straight razor and a can of shaving
cream.

"Wha... what are you going to do with that... m... ma'am?"

Lisa smiled as she knelt between Janine's widespread legs. "I'm
going to shave you," she said as she slipped the towel under
Janine's fleshy bottom, then quickly dampened the thick blonde
bush covering her mons. She coated the area with a thick layer
of shaving cream, and proceeded to shave the area with quick,
sure strokes.

Janine froze, afraid to move for fear of being cut as she felt
the razor scraping over her most private parts. She was amazed
at how quickly the deed was done. It seemed that Lisa had just
barely started when she stood and wiped her clean, then set her
tools aside and picked up a bottle of oil and massaged it liber-
ally into her clean shaven pussy.

Lisa's fingers moved gently over the soft bare skin of Janine's
pussy mound, and she had to stifle a moan. Lisa smiled, and
increased the pace of her motions, letting her fingers dip into
the oil-slicked trough, teasing the girl, easily bringing her to
a state of extreme passion.

"Ooooohhhhh," Janine moaned as she felt two of Lisa's fingers
slip easily inside her.

"That's right, dear," Lisa whispered, bringing her other hand up
and caressing the nipple on the girls breast. "We want you to
enjoy this." She slid another finger into Janine's pussy, and
brought her thumb around to stroke her clit as she pistoned her
fingers in and out slowly. "Go with it. Just let it happen."