Clyde the dentist's nurse had Carole's head clamped securely between her thighs. It looked like something out of a pseudo-sexual-chill-ride. This mature woman with her tight, pencil type skirt almost around her hips, and then lace top stockings held up by broad black garters - the pale white flesh above stocking tops and that flesh clamped tightly to the head of the young girl. At the same time she had her hands pressed and clamped to the mouth of Carole and she was pressing hard, in a downward motion so that any noise that might have been in that clamped mouth, stayed in there. Not that it mattered - that punishment desk was in Father Thomas's inner sanctum. The clamped mouth was for effect - it was like an effect that would appeal to the sadistic bastard that was Father Thomas. The knuckles of the nurse were white from the pressure she was exerting and Carole's eyes were big, wide and bulging. She didn't have a skirt on any more although her long socks were still pulled up over her knees. Her legs were spread wide, and her knees were high. Her high heels were scraping the top of the punishment desk. The oddest thing though was that she was holding her legs open of her own accord. It would have been a normal expectation that she might at least try to close her legs - but then again there were a number of reasons possibly why she didn't, or couldn't close her legs. There had been the fact that she had been petrified into not doing so.

"If you close your legs girl, this will be ten, or twenty or even thirty times worse than it is going to be already. I saw what you were doing in your bedroom you disgusting, vile little creature, and now, now you are going to have to atone for that on top of everything else."

That had been one of the reasons. He had threatened her in the strongest terms and he had enforced that threat with the hardest of backhanded slaps across her face. The result was that her face on one side throbbed. She had been stunned by that slap. Not so much from the force of it or the weight of it - but rather by the sheer shock of it that the abuse, the whole abuse was now covering another level. She had still been stunned as she had been bodily lifted onto the punishment desk - and then the sheer shock of it that the nurse had simply appeared, over the top of her. It all seemed like slow motion. One second she wasn't there the next, she was looming over her - her perfume thick and heady and then those hands clamped over her mouth. And it was all like it had happened in slow motion. She had had to regulate her breathing before her cheeks had expanded and contracted quickly as she had tried to breathe through her mouth - no chance there though - just her cheeks puffing out and in and out again. Then her nostrils flaring as she breathed that way. But the nurse adjusting herself, working Carole's head further down and then between the sweaty warmth of the inner, stockinged thighs. It was like even this woman, this nurse knew what she was doing - like she had done this sort of thing before - like she had silenced little pets before.

Carole's eyes bulging wider and wider as she felt her skirt half tugged and half ripped off. It was like Father Thomas was pulling, and tugging and simply removing the skirt all in his own good time. She still wore her pantyhose - but the crotch had been cut out. It was like the crotch had been cut our very carefully - in a perfect circle to expose the sopping wet sexuality, and the anal cheeks of the young girl. There can have only been one reason for the nylon to have been cut out in this way and that was so that access could be gained. So that access could be gained with ease. Then the desk being adjusted - her head lowered and the bottom half of her torso raised some. Her head lowered so that it fitted into the snugness and the plumpness of the nurse's thighs and then was able to be clamped there. It could be clamped and held tight there so that Father Thomas could work down below. And it was a kind of work that he did. He was kind of preparing Carole for what was to follow - except that it defied belief what he was doing to her. He was pinching her sex lips. Reaching through the hole that had been cut in the nylon and he was pinching the lips. Little deliberate pinches, making them swell and engorge with blood. Then, when eventually the little crocodile clamps were attached halfway down each of the labia, there WOULD have been a screech of utter pain from her mouth. There would almost certainly have been a catapulting of drool as well. But the nurse was doing too good a job for that. All there was, was a wet drooling whimper from somewhere deep inside the eighteen year old - but that was muffled. What wasn't muffled with the little popping 'cracks' that the little pin sharp teeth of the clamps made as they pierced the flesh of the labia. That must have hurt. The only measurable thing there was the width of her eye bulge starring up from between the nurse's thighs.

"Close your legs and I will add two more clamps. Do you understand you little slut."