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Chapter 1
Stephanie?s Orthodontic Visit
Stephanie Chin moaned softly as her orthodontist tightened her braces, the ache in her teeth making her squirm minutely against the plastic chair. Her thighs, exposed below a short jean mini-skirt, pressed tightly together as her whole body tensed, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair. She felt a throbbing in her groin as her breath quickened, followed by a deep shame at what she was feeling. Her eyes roamed past Dr. Jacobs and Jane, his assistant, his wife, as he leaned over her gaping mouth, his hands deftly manipulating tools across the metal in her mouth, tapping, adjusting.
The tightness across her teeth unfocused her eyes and the feeling of being so helpless, so vulnerable, made her heart pound, and she squeezed her thighs together surreptitiously, bringing a flush of pleasure from between her legs. She shifted slightly again, and her nipples, hard and aching, rubbed against the inside of her bra, making her gasp again. Dr. Jacobs leaned back.
"Is that too tight, Stephanie?" he asked, pulling down his mask.
She shook her head, her long black hair shifting across the back of the chair, and made an "uh uh" sound, her eyes glancing to Jane. A flutter chased itself through her stomach as she caught a glint in the handsome woman's eyes as they met her husbands'. "Did she know?" Stephanie wondered, a chill sending tingles throughout her body to be chased away by a dizzy excitement as the sight of them both leaning over her again, instruments at the ready, filled her vision.
"She couldn't know," Stephanie thought as she uncrossed and re-crossed her ankles, squeezing her thighs tightly together and holding them that way, the guilty pleasure filling her belly and groin. "But what if she did?" she thought, embarrassment and fear spicing the excitement flowing from the aching in her mouth and the complete submissiveness of her position in the chair--her mouth wedged open, her body prone, her skirt starting to slowly edge up her thighs. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her body rippling with a slight shudder, an easy, relaxing pleasure spreading through her. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes as Dr. Jacobs sat up and smiled down at her.
"Very good, Stephanie. We're done for now. Please rinse." He motioned to the small bowl with water swirling around it and the small blue cups next to it.
She opened and closed her jaw, the ache delicious, the new tightness across her teeth making it hard for her to concentrate even as Jane sat the chair up.
"Come up to the front when you're done," she said, "and I'll set you up with your next appointment." Stephanie glanced up from her rinsing, her hand swiping away the hair from her face, and saw Jane smiling, a clipboard in her hand. She nodded, and her stomach clenched as Jane grin widened just a bit before she turned and went to the front of the office.
"She couldn't know," Stephanie said to herself, taking a deep breath through her nose as rinsed again. It would be too horribly embarrassing if she did.
At the front desk, Stephanie fiddled with her purse as she arranged to get a follow-up adjustment after her midterms. She knew it was strange, getting her braces adjusted just two days before her first midterm exam, but it always seemed to put her in the right frame of mind, having her teeth ache just a little, her jaw tight.
"Isn't two weeks a little quick for a follow-up?" she asked.
"Usually yes, but Richard made a few more adjustments today than usual, so we want to make sure everything in your mouth is settling properly." The college girl glanced down as Jane smiled up at her, and she gave a quick smile back and took the appointment card from her and quickly left.
"She couldn't know," she told herself again as she walked to the bus stop, feeling the wetness between her thighs, the way her nether lips seemed to rub damply against themselves as she walked. She tugged her mini down a bit, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as a flash of pleasure from her nipples jolted her. God, she was such a freak! How could she get so turned on by that? But she was, and had been since the first time she had been fitted with braces. She waited at the bus stop, lost in the sensations of her own body, lost in remembering how it had felt in that chair, her mouth open, her teeth bound and aching, helpless and submissive.
As she opened the door to her apartment, she heard her roommate call out "Stephanie! How was it? Jeez, a sophomore in college and still with braces. I mean, come on. And you know you should be studying. It's not like your mother sent you to have the sex all the time! I mean, look at that skirt! That's the way a whore dresses." Amy Lee laughed, and Stephanie smiled at her best friend, taking the scattershot conversation in stride.
"It was fine. My mouth is a little sore. It's making me a bit tired. And you know I only wear this skirt on my special whoring days, not on my everyday having the sex days." Amy laughed again.
"Come on, I've got the videos of Professor xxx's lectures here. We can go over them together."
"Sure, but give me about 30 minutes to nap and then come and wake me up. I'm beat," Stephanie said as she put down her purse and made her way across the common living area to her room. Closing the door behind her, she quickly stepped out of her sandals, her skirt, and her panties, blushing at how damp they were. She slid her bra from her body before burrowing under the covers of her bed, caught between needing relief and shame at how perverted she was. She lay there for a while, squeezing her thighs--and deeper muscles--together, enjoying the sensations, her breathing quickening as she teased herself.
?Oh jeez, I am a sick freak,? she thought as she let her hands stray down between her legs as she clenched her teeth, remembering how it felt as her braces were tightened around her teeth. She clenched her eyes shut as her fingers danced over her swollen, slippery clit, her nostrils flaring as she tried to control her breathing. ?If Amy could see me now, or my mother,? she thought, and shuddered, humiliation heating her, pleasure an electric burst that tore a small cry from between her clenched teeth as she thrust her hips up against her fingers, her orgasm making her whole body flush and tingly.
Gasping, she slowed her fingers, her mind ranging over her time in the chair, over the look in Jane?s eyes, over the thought of her knowing, of Amy knowing, of her friends and family knowing what a perverted girl she was. Her heart began to speed up again, and her fingers began to work in time with the beating of her heart. Her second orgasm rolled over her, leaving her whole body relaxed, the desperate need that she always felt after an orthodontist?s visit finally leaving her. She lay there for a few moments, feeling dirty and wrong and pathetic. ?I have to clean up?, she thought, and quickly made her way to the shower.
Chapter 2
Stephanie?s Next Orthodontic Visit
Stephanie felt the familiar excitement as she laid down in the orthodontist?s chair, reaching down quickly to pull her skirt, a button corduroy mini, down just a little. She smiled and made small talk with Jane, speaking of this and that.
A few minutes later Dr. Jacobs stopped by for a moment to greet her, and to tell his wife to get Stephanie ready. Stephanie leaned back in the chair as it was lowered, leaving her prone. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the perverse anticipation that filled her. She looked confusedly at Jane as the assistant lowered a breathing mask over her face.
?Just relax, Stephanie,? Jane said, smiling. ?Richard?ll be in in a moment, and he said the adjustments might be a little painful today. Just take a few deep breaths. It?ll go much more smoothly.?
?Wha?? Stephanie thought, wondering why she was getting the gas today. It was routine, she thought, she shouldn?t need it, but it should be okay since they said she needed it and then she was out.
Something was wrong, she thought, eyes closed, back pressed against the orthodontist?s chair. Her eyes snapped open, the sensations assaulting her body breaking through the lassitude of the drug. A buzzing, grinding noise filled her ears; a deep, pulsing vibration sent pleasure throbbing through her clit; her thighs felt stretched, her knees bent, the plastic of the chair sticky against the back and sides of her thighs; her jaw, stretched wide, ached. She tried to sit up, to turn her head, to move her arms, anything, and failed. Her heart rate sped up, and she rolled her eyes, a scream coming from her throat as she strained her body against the unknown bonds restraining her and the buzzing, maddening pressure against her clit.
?Ah, Stephanie, you?re awake,? she heard Dr. Jacobs? voice and focused on him as he leaned over her, his familiar face stilling the panic that had started to fill her. ?Don?t try to move. You are quite well bound to this chair. Here, take a look.? With those words, he brought a mirror out and put it in front of her face.
Stephanie tried to push the sensations coming from between her legs out of her mind, but the sight that greeted her made her gasp, the gasp turning into a low moan. Her head was completely bound, a strap over her forehead, across her neck, her jaws wide, with four metal bars, like the legs of a spider, reaching into her mouth to anchor to her teeth to the chair, preventing any movement, her jaw pinned. It was grotesque and bizarre and obscene and it made her heart skip a beat and she cried out ?NOOOO!? as an orgasm arched her hips against her bonds, her thighs trembling in exertion as pleasure burned through her body, filling her head, leaving her gasping.
Panting, she tried to plead as the assault against her clit continued unabated, her sensitized nub outlined by the soaking cloth of her panties, her ankles jerking against the underside of the chair where they were bound together. Dr. Jacobs? face appeared in front of her again, and she tried to focus past the sensual assault being leveled against her.
?My wife was right. You are quite the pervert, Stephanie. She told me so after last time, but I said you were a good girl, a good Asian daughter. Boy was I wrong. Just look at you. Are you going to cum again??
Stephanie?s mind seemed to go blank at his words. God it was so wrong, so wrong what they were doing, but he was right--she was a pervert. She was a sick, perverted freak. She looked past him and saw a mirror attached to the movable light he used to look into her mouth, and saw June down by her hips. She called out ?STOP! STOP! STOP!? over and over again as she saw her own skirt pushed up around her hips, her thighs pulled to either side of the chair, her knees bent, her white panties still covering her, wisps of pubic hair escaping from the side. Most of all, though, she saw a huge, ball-headed vibrator pushed hard against her clit, sending maddening waves of pleasure through her body.
Both Dr. Jacobs and his wife ignored her cries. Dr. Jacobs continued, ?Not yet, Stephanie? Don?t worry, I?m sure a masochist like you will get off with what I?m about to do.? Stephanie closed her eyes, squeezing tears from them, as the doctor?s instruments started to explore inside her mouth.
Her cries turned to a moan of pain as the pressure on her teeth increased, and the pure, utter helplessness and hopelessness of her situation hit her. Her body flushed, her head seemed to swell, and her thoughts scattered into white noise as the pressure from her groin exploded into waves of orgasmic pleasure, cascading, rippling through her lithe, straining, body, her hips arching against her bonds to squeeze every ounce of sensation from the vibrator pushing hard against her sex.
The tension suddenly left her body, her mind spinning, black spots appearing before her eyes. June appeared in her vision next to her husband.
?Perverted little slut,? she said, smiling, causing Stephanie to close her eyes in shame. ?You see,? she continued, running the vibrator across Stephanie?s t-shirt, across the tips of her breasts, the sensations further humiliating the girl, ?my husband and I are, just a bit, sadists. You, my dear young woman, are a masochist or, my preference, a victim.?
Stephanie opened her eyes again to see June had left her vision. She could see her hand holding the vibrator at her breasts, teasing her, making her sob at the pleasure throbbing through her breasts. Her husband did something and Stephanie moaned again as the pressure on a different set of teeth increased.
?You were practically cumming in your panties the last time you were here,? June whispered right into her ear, making her shudder. ?Stupid, pathetic masochistic Asian slut,? she hissed, ?didn?t think we?d notice you writhing on the chair like a cat in heat? Well writhe all you want now, you nasty cunt, and cum for me.? With that she felt June step away and appear back at her hips, the vibrator pressing hard into her pussy, digging into her, smashing her clit against her own flesh, making her tense against the overwhelming sensations.
June?s words, the pain in her mouth, the helplessness, her cupidity leading to the exposure of her most shameful secret, all filled her with shame and humiliation, driving all thoughts from her head until all she could do was feel the sensations assaulting her. She came again, sobbing, and again, the twisted need inside of her taking over, reveling in her debasement.
For over an hour they kept her bound, Dr. Jacobs never leaving her mouth, tightening, loosening, tapping, tormenting the aching, straining cavity, June leaving her groin only to pass the vibrator along Stephanie?s straining thighs or throbbing nipples. Eight more orgasms they tortured from the straining, sobbing, crying Asian teen, her abasement fueling their own pleasure.
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