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clitoris chain and led the compliant prisoner back to her cell. David followed anxiously; relieved that her ordeal was over but strangely aroused at what he had witnessed. He was confused by the erection growing in his trousers; an erection brought on by thoughts of this beautiful female and what she had had to endure.
    His bizarrely erotic thoughts were interrupted by their arrival at the cell. Karl kicked open the door and led her to the back wall where he pulled her wrists behind her back and fixed them together with heavy rubber cuffs.
    â€˜Turn around,’ he ordered. With her back to the wall he reached between her legs for her chain, drew it beneath her and attached it to a metal ring embedded in the stone. With a twisted grin he signalled his departures to David and left the room.
    At the sound of the closing door the girl dropped to her knees and collapsed on her side. David crossed the cell to help her, but the sound of his step betrayed his unexpected presence. She at once struggled desperately to her knees, back straight, breasts pushed out. There was little doubt she had been trained to present herself in this provocative manner.
    â€˜It’s okay,’ he whispered as soothingly as he could. ‘Don’t worry.’ He placed a steadying hand behind her back and eased her down to the dusty floor. ‘I just want to see if you’re all right.’ He ran his hands over her body; caring, professional hands, searching for any broken bones. She seemed detached, uncaring. They were just more hands feeling, groping, probing, the same as the others, touching and pulling at her simply because they could. David wouldn’t have wanted to see her like that. He was a doctor, a healer. He examined her ankles, her calves, her thighs. He lifted her legs until she lay like a laboratory frog and carefully felt inside her to check that she was unharmed – but it did feel good; warm and soft and so available. His fingers no longer belonged to the doctor, but to the man. In and out he pumped – harder, faster. He located the pin that pierced her clitoris and squeezed her hard between his finger and thumb. His fingers pumped ever faster and with little consideration for her comfort; he was suddenly like a man possessed. With his free hand he frantically tugged and pulled to open his trousers. He was close to coming in his pants. Never before had a sexual encounter brought the rush of climax so irresistibly quickly. His head was in a spin. What was happening to him? This was no way to behave – he was letting down his whole profession.
    Suddenly the door swung open. It was Ustinov carrying a dish of something that resembled food. He surveyed the situation and smiled sarcastically. ‘Now that’s what I call a thorough medical examination.’
    David snatched his slicked fingers away as though he’d been scorched by a hot iron, blushed, and bumbled something about giving her an internal.
    â€˜Then put your thermometer away,’ laughed the Russian, dropping the metal dish onto the floor and spilling most of its contents. At the sound of this the woman struggled back to her knees while David removed the tongue restraint. She remained in the kneeling position until she was given permission to eat. With the blindfold still tightly in place she looked like a chicken pecking at the ground in search of food. Eventually her face fell into the dish and she ate hungrily and quickly. In no time the slop was gone and, unable to hold the dish with her tied hands, it began to scrape over the floor. In a rare show of compassion Ustinov stooped and held it steady for her to lick. When it was clean he straightened, motioning for David to follow. In the corridor Ustinov told him of a small party being held for the officers and staff.
    â€˜It would be a good idea to be there,’ he suggested.
    â€˜Why not?’ said David. ‘I’d better start making a few friends.’
    Ustinov slapped