Telemedicine Ch. 12: Linkage

And that's what we did. I pressed. She opened. I watched as my finger sunk deep into her ass. "Ohh goddddd...." said Kat.

"Very good!" said the doctor. My finger was buried to the hilt in Kat's hot hot ass. It was tight. I felt it squeezing me, like it was alive. Like her ass had a mind of its own. I felt Kat's head release, her whole body relax, felt her hips begin to grind ever so slightly on my lap. She sighed.

Dr P continued, "Now, normally Kat, I would activate your clitoral stimulation for this next part. It makes the insertion of the probe so much easier when the recipient is feeling that pleasure. So tell me, Kat, why will I NOT give you that stimulation today?"

I watched Kat struggle to answer. Her ass was clenching down on my finger. I could see the effort she was making to calm herself, to manage her feelings. Finally, she gathered her breath and said, "Because I didn't add any stimulation for JB to help him get through his ass fucking."

"That's exactly right," Dr P said. She sounded pleased. "You are going to experience exactly what you've programmed for Jonathan, and I'm not going to do anything to make that easier on you."

Kat's asshole was still clenching and releasing on my finger. I started to wiggle it very gently, and Kat groaned and started to grind harder.

"Jonathan," the doctor continued. "You must do this next part very very slowly. You will now withdraw your finger, but please be as gentle coming out as you were going in."

I did, and I heard Kat gasp as my finger left her backside.

"Now pick up the probe and examine it. You will see that the base is shaped so that it fits into the opening of the belt." It was an ingenious design and I admired it for a moment. I could see small, recessed contact points for the electronics, and could see how it would slip into the opening in the part of the belt that ran down Kat's ass.

"Let's get that into her, shall we?" said Dr Popova, sounding a bit like a deranged and bawdy camp counselor. "Please make sure that you lubricate the entire probe, Jonathan, from the tip to the base, then place some more lubricant on Kat's asshole."

I did as instructed. Then I lined up the point of the probe with her ass. I was pretty familiar with this operation by now, because I was used to removing and reinserting my own probe a few times a day--during the 15 minute breaks that Dr. P allowed me--so I was pretty sure I could do this. Still, I was mesmerized by the sight of the point of that probe sitting right at the opening of Kat's ass.

"You may proceed Jonathan. You know how to do this. Slowly in and out. Kat, this will be new for you. Relax, bear down, and try to open up that way. You will probably enjoy this."

I worked the probe in and out, little by little. Despite the warmup of my finger, this probe was much bigger, and Kat's ass felt impossibly tight. I made little steady thrusts, trying to work her open. I heard Kat breathing in and out with the rhythm of my thrusts. I felt her warm skin on my thighs. I felt my cock in the cage. I could hardly believe the scene. Finally, after what felt like forever, I watched her ass open around the plug, and I felt her resistance give way. I seized the moment, pressed hard, and the plug landed all the way home. "Ugh, shit, JB!" she cried out.

"I am very proud of both of you," said Dr Popova. "You've both done very well. Now, please, both of you, stand and face the camera. I would like to look at you, then I will give you one final instruction before I start your punishment.

So we did. Kat climbed off my lap, and we both stood facing the camera, side by side, captives to this mad Russian doctor.

"Lovely!" said Dr Popova. "You make a beautiful matched set, naked and wearing my toys." Her toys. Fuck WE were her toys.

It was hot though. Kat's chest was flushed, I recognized the arousal from last night. Her nipples were hard, and I could see the lines of pink across her belly from where she'd laid across my lap.

"Now, Kat, I want you to go to your closet, or wherever you keep your supply of devices. I want you to find the box with the wrist and ankle cuffs. Bring all four pairs of the cuffs." Kat did as she was told. I watched her walk across her small room, and it looked like she was testing out what it felt like to walk with a probe stuffed in her ass.

She came back with the cuffs--as with all of the other devices, seamless, flat black, covered in some high-tech plastic or rubber. Each pair of cuffs was joined together by a length cable, seamlessly covered in the same flat black material. I saw Dr. Popova turn to her controls off screen, and then all of the cuffs clicked and popped open. Of course they were controlled by the app as well.

"Now, the two of you will lock yourselves together, face to face, on Kat's bed. When you are secure, I will begin the punishment that Kat has programmed. It will run, as Kat has promised, for exactly one hour. When that hour is up, the cuffs will unlock automatically, and you will be released."

Neither of us said anything. I was sort of stunned by the idea. I looked over at Kat. Her jaw was clenched. Her eyes were narrowed. I could see she was struggling to keep her mouth shut.

"Good," said the doctor. "I'm glad we understand what's going to happen. Now, let me explain to you what you're going to do next."

Dr. Popova walked us through it, again making me do the work. We stood face to face, toe to toe. Kat is a little shorter than me, but not much. We didn't meet each other's eyes. There was just a few inches of space between us, but our skin did not touch. I felt like there was a wall between us.

I followed Dr P's instructions: I cuffed my right ankle to her left. My left to her right. We were now locked, facing each other. Then the doctor had Kat put her arms around me and lock her own hands together behind my back. Her embrace sent a little chill through me. Dr P had me do the same. The cuffs had a lot of slack, so even though we were locked together, we could move a little bit. I rested my hands on Kat's ass. She looked up and said, "Watch it, JB!"

I tried to move my hands, but I didn't have many options.

Then, Dr. P had us lie down together on Kat's bed. We were face to face, still avoiding eye contact.

"Alright you two," said Dr Popova. "Very nice work. I'm going to leave you now to enjoy yourselves. Do not worry though. I'll be monitoring your data to ensure that you are both safe. I will be back if you need me. Otherwise, best get comfortable now..." There was a pause, and I felt the cuffs whirr a bit, and felt the cable between the cuffs retract, taking up the slack that had made it possible for us to move, to lock ourselves in. I tugged at my wrists. There was absolutely no slack. I shifted my leg, Kat's moved with it. Our bodies were locked together firmly, pressed against each other. I felt her legs against mine. Her breasts mashed against my chest.

"Goodbye my dears!" said Dr. P, cheerfully. I heard the little chime that indicated the call was over, and at the same moment, felt the probe start to move in my ass. I felt Kat's hips buck into mine--I guess her probe has come alive too.

The surprise of that moment finally broke the ice. We looked into each other's eyes. "Kat, I..." I started. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

"Be quiet, JB," she said. "This is going to suck, but we're going to get through it."

I nodded, looked away.

"Look me in the eye, JB," she said, and I did. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I didn't get a chance to find out, because at that moment, it felt like someone turned on a pile driver in my ass. It was just intense, fast, deep thrusting. It hurt like hell.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted.

"Oh god!" Shouted Kat at the same time.

And what was worse, was that at the same moment, we both started bucking our hips into each other. It was just instinctive, like it would somehow ease the pain if we moved with it, and honestly, it seemed to help a bit.

"Oh god, Kat. How long are the probes going to do this?" I asked.

"I programmed them... oh god!... to alternate between hard fucking and randomly timed slow....oh fuck!" She shrieked as the pattern changed, pounding even harder than before.

We both responded by pounding each other. Fuck it. I looked her in the eye and started kissing her.

She kissed back. Passionate, hard, mouth open kisses, desperate with the need to find something that felt good to counteract what was going on in our asses.

Then the machines changed again, this time, going slow, still deep, but very very slow. We moved our hips in time.

She broke the kiss. Said, "Roll over onto your back, my arm is falling asleep."

I did, and she rolled on top of me. I could feel her arms pinned beneath me. "How long?" I asked.

"Stop asking. You won't be happier if you know what's coming," she said. She could move a bit, and started to kiss my neck.

The probes changed again, this time--oh fuck they were inflating. Kat had found the girth setting, and had programmed the probe to expand and contract. And it started doing so, opening and closing my ass. Pulsing, wider and wider.

"Fuck, oh my god, Kat!" I called out.

"Hold on JB," she said. "Oh shit!" She cried and we both flinched as our assholes were stretched. She was grinding hard on me, pressing her pussy--her chastity belt covered pussy--into my groin.

"Can you cum with that thing on?" I asked.

"Not without the vibrator. Without that, I get nothing. Oh FUCK!"

It went on like that. Pounding. Then stretching. Then pounding again. We were covered in sweat. We kissed. We cursed. We rolled over and over, managing to stay on the bed. We ground our bodies into each other, trying for some relief. Some distraction. I thought I was going out of my fucking mind.

It was a lifetime. I thought I might die, here in Kat's arms. It felt romantic, and I felt stupid. I knew this was just shared pain. I knew she didn't feel the same way, but I didn't care. I just wanted the pain to stop so I could lie in her arms.

And then, finally, it stopped. The devices went quiet. The cuffs clicked open. We were free.

I mean, we were both still in chastity, but yeah, at least we weren't locked together, getting our asses pounded by remote control.

We rolled apart, and I wondered what I should do, what I should say.

Kat made the first move though. She sat up, rubbed her wrists, and kissed me lightly on the forehead. "Are you OK?"

I nodded. "I'm ok," I said. I reached my arms out for her, pulled her in for a hug. "Let's get under the covers and sleep, OK?"

And that's what we did.