Thrift burst into tears, her whole body shaking to the sobs as she gave in to her feelings. Dr Molloy gave a disapproving tut and continued to stroke the adhesive in over Thrift's sex, now pressing the lower ends to where her flesh curved down to either side of her anus. A knuckle brushed the sensitive star of flesh, provoking a small fart and Thrift's tears grew more bitter still.

'Do make some effort to control yourself, Miss Moncrieff,' Dr Molloy remarked as he pasted the final corner of the adhesive pad within an inch of Thrift's twitching anus.

Her answer was a sob. She had begun to lubricate, a trickle of fluid running from the mouth of her quim over her bottom hole and down between her well spread cheeks, making her arousal painfully obvious. Still Dr Molloy ignored her condition, taking something from a bowl offered by the nurse and slapping it onto Thrift's quim without the slightest warning. She gasped and jerked to the sudden cold, realising too late that what he was holding was crushed ice, which he plastered liberally over her sex. Some had gone up her hole, and rather more was slithering down between her cheeks, setting her gasping and clutching at the couch, while her feet had begun to kick in the stirrups.

'Do hold still, Miss Moncrieff!' Dr Molloy urged. 'What a ridiculous fuss you make.'

'I can't help it!' Thrift wailed.

Dr Molloy gave an irritable sigh.

'The straps, nurse, if you would be so kind.'

'I will be still, Doctor,' Thrift said quickly, but she was ignored.

The nurse came close, ignoring Thrift's pleas and sobbing as she applied the straps. Thrift had begun to wriggle despite her best efforts to keep still, and her leg had to be held in place for the second pair of straps to be applied, which left her twitching helplessly on her back as Dr Molloy continued to press the ice over and up her quim. What had gone up her had already begun to melt, trickling out between her cheeks with her natural juices and making a wet patch beneath her bottom. She could feel the wax hardening too, tugging at her pubic hair to make her skin itch and sting until she was squirming helplessly in her bonds and beating her fists on the couch, at which Dr Molloy shook his head in exasperation.

'Such a fuss over nothing,' he remarked, taking hold of one corner of the largest of the three adhesives plastered to Thrift's sex. 'Now do try to behave with a little decorum. A single treatment lasts very nearly a year, by the way, so we need not concern ourselves with a repeat prescription.'

He pulled, without warning, and hard. Thrift screamed as the thickly grown hair on her pubic mound was torn away in one agonising motion, and was left gasping for air and wide-eyed with shock. Before she could even get her breath back, much less protest, he had taken a firm pinch on both the adhesives attached to her sex lips and pulled. Again Thrift screamed, and briefly lost control of her bladder, a squirt of deep yellow urine erupting over Dr Molloy's immaculate white coat.

'Honestly, can you not control yourself at all?' he snapped, brushing at his coat as the nurse hastened to find a sponge.

Thrift didn't answer, her vision still red with pain and her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that made it impossible to speak, while her thighs were wriggling and her bottom cheeks in slow, involuntary contraction. Her freshly denuded sex stung terribly, and a burning sensation was building in her hurt flesh, which had already begun to swell. Only her anus remained cool, with a little mound of ice still piled between her cheeks and melting slowly out to create a cold puddle around her bottom.

Both the doctor and the nurse had moved aside to clean up his coat, and when Thrift could manage it she pulled her head up to inspect the state of her belly. The lower bulge was now hairless, smooth and plump and pink, very pink. Her entire quim had grown swollen and puffy, the reddened flesh pouting obscenely from between her thighs in blatantly sexual display, also intolerably sensitive and badly in need of the touch of her fingers.

'A new one, if you please, nurse,' Dr Molloy was saying as he shrugged his soiled coat from his shoulders.

'Yes, Dr Molloy,' the nurse answered, took the coat and made for the door.

Thrift's mouth came open to protest at the breach of propriety in leaving her alone with a man, only to close again with the door. Dr Molloy glanced at Thrift's bulging, ready sex, stepped close and manipulated a lever, dropping the end part of the couch to leave Thrift's naked buttocks and open quim sticking out into the air.

'What... what are you doing now?' she asked in rising panic.

'I think we both know what you need, my dear,' he said, his hands already at his fly.

'No, really...' Thrift began and broke off as a stubby penis sprang free from his fly, already erect, with the moist, red helmet protruding from a meaty foreskin. 'Oh, God...'

'Do not take the Lord's name in vain,' Dr Molloy rebuked her as he eased his cock in up her well creamed passage.

Thrift groaned as her sex filled with cock, but made no effort to resist as her gown was twitched up to expose the full pink mounds of her breasts, nor as he began to fuck in her hole. It felt too good, and her resistance was too weak, while with her legs strapped firmly into the stirrups she could do nothing to resist him anyway.

Her fucking was brief, a few dozen urgent shoves into her swollen cunt as his eyes feasted on her naked body, and he had pulled out to jerk himself off over her sore, denuded lower belly. Splash after splash of come erupted over her, to dribble down over the plump, hairless bulge of flesh, for all the world like cream on a figgy pudding.