The story so far: Great Britain in 2015. Dr Mike Britten and Nurse Jenny are touring universities and schools with their 'Human Biology Alive!' lecture tour. The 'alive' part is provided by Deena, a young woman convicted of drink-driving offence who had chosen a three month stint as their model instead of a prison sentence.

Despite the public indignities of being naked, chained and probed in the most intimate ways on the lecture stage, Deena was becoming accustomed to her experience, and beginning to develop a real friendship with the dominating Doctor and Nurse. But there's a problem: Deena was unwittingly acquiring a cult status on the student grapevine.

-oOo-

"That'll be Mike now, a bit early. You'd better get dressed Deena," the nurse called out as she opened the door.

As soon as the door was off the latch it slammed into the nurse's face knocking her back into the room and onto the floor.

"What the...?" the dazed nurse called out, blood streaming from her bloody nose.

Deena was screaming as four masked men piled into the room. Two of them leapt straight on top of her naked body.

Holding Deena face-down on the bed they stuffed a rag into her mouth and knotted a gag around her face. They forced her hands behind her back and tied them with torn strips of a sheet. Her ankles were treated the same way, then pulled right back behind her and joined to her wrists in a vicious hogtie. A white pillow case was put over her head and knotted at the neck.

As Deena was 'mmmphing' and bouncing on the bed in a crazed attempt to free herself, the attackers turned their attention to the nurse, lifting her onto the other bed. She too gagged, hooded, and tied hand and foot, though not yet hogtied as they still had other plans for her. Blood soaked the sheet from her fractured nose.

"OK, nursie, it's time to give you a taste of your own medicine. Stop fighting, or you'll just make it worse," the ringleader threatened her. "Guys, lift up her skirt and pull down her panties."

Eager hands were only too happy to oblige, dragging her panties down to her bound ankles. The four assailants stood back in awe, gazing at Jenny's shaved pussy lips, beautifully framed by the white garters and stockings.

"Jesus. What a beauty!" one of them said, running his wetted finger along her slit. "It's a pity we can't take this one as well!"

They turned Nurse Jenny over onto her belly so that her nicely rounded rump was exposed and ready to receive its punishment. With her hands tied behind her back and strong hands gripping her bound ankles, Jenny was helpless as the first blow of the cane struck.

"One!" The four guys called out in unison. "Two!" The nurse's cries of pain were well muffled by her gag.

Deena continued her hogtied bouncing struggle just a few feet away, wishing she could come to the aid of the nurse. But Deena's struggles only made her bonds tighter as the blows continued to rain down on the nurse's bare ass.

"Nine...and...Ten!" The last one was the worst, and it snapped the thin garden cane that had been supporting a wayward cheese plant in the lobby just minutes before.

The one delivering the caning tossed the broken stump across the room. "That'll do. I can see some stripes coming up on her ass already! Come on boys, let's get Deena in the laundry basket and finish tying up this bitch!"

Two pairs of hands picked up Deena's naked squirming body and dropped her into a half-full wicker laundry basket. More laundry was thrown in before they forced the lid down compressing the sheets on top of her. They wheeled the basket from the room to the nearby fire exit where a was backed up, doors open and ready to go.

The nurse's body seemed limp and defeated by her punishment. She was sniffing and blowing to keep the blood from clotting in her nasal passage. Using another strip of bedsheet to join her hands to her feet, Jenny was fixed into a belly-down hogtie on her bed.

The group's leader stood over Jenny to give his parting speech. "Have fun Nursie. Now you know what it's like to be tied up and beaten. Not so nice when you're on the receiving end, huh? In case you're interested, we are borrowing Deena for the evening. She's gonna have a good time at our club. You'll get her back safe and well in the morning. Perhaps your sadistic doctor friend will have freed you by then. With any luck he might give you another beating for being such a stupid bitch."

Jenny heard two guys laugh with delight, then the door closed and everything immediately went silent.

-oOo-

When she was certain the room was empty Jenny started to explore her bonds. The hogtie was so short that her fingers were touching her stocking-clad ankles. She knew bedsheets could be easily untied providing the knot didn't get too tight, but could she reach any of the knots? Her fingers probed the tangle of strips that held her, as she valiantly resisted the urge to tug and fight against her bonds.

It paid off. She located a knot, in the strip they had used to hogtie her. It was already tight, so she had to pick it gently with her fingernails, knowing that if she altered her position it could make the knot harder or impossible to undo.

After ten minutes, and with her arms and legs screaming for relief, the knot finally came apart. It was a blissful relief as she straightened out her legs on the bed. She laid still on the bed, face down, aching and exhausted from the effort, thinking of what to do next. She couldn't undo her hands and feet, they were just too tightly tied. How long would it be before Mike discovered her? Perhaps an hour, she supposed.

Rolling herself along the bed Jenny managed to attain a sitting position, feet planted on the carpetted floor. The wrappings around her ankles were tight but at least they were not tied crossways. Lucky too that she had no shoes on; this meant she could stand up. She tried to see out of the pillow case tied over her head but could distinguish little more than light and shade. Swinging herself up into a standing position she started taking little bunny hops towards the door. She made it, turned around, leant against the door, and caught her breath before pulling back the latch.

Hopping out into the hallway, her mind went blank, still dazed by what had happened to her. She couldn't remember own her room number let alone Mike's! She must have stood in the hallway for several minutes before it came to her: 21! Of course. Deena had commented it was her age, and Mike had joked that he was only 29. If she wasn't so tied up she could have kicked herself for forgetting that.

"21,23,25,27,29 The fourth door on the right," Jenny mumbled to herself, from behind the copious stuffing in her mouth. She started taking little hops down the hallway, very cautious, knowing that if she fell over it would be difficult to get up again.

23. Continuing her hopping, Jenny became more confident. 'Little hops Jenny, nice and steady' was her mantra. Outside room 25 she stumbled, nearly toppling over, after becoming over-confident. Having her panties dragging around her ankles didn't help. She steadied herself and mustered her strength for the last stage.

By room 27 Jenny felt she could hop for England, she didn't even stop to rest.

Room 29 at last! Her eyes welled up with tears, anticipating her imminent freedom. She banged her forehead on the door...listened...banged again...listened again. There wasn't a sound except for that of her pounding heart. It was devastating, having hopped all the way to Mike's room and the bastard was still drinking in the hotel bar. She might have known all along.

The nurse had been in the hallway for more than ten minutes, amazed that there wasn't a soul around. Surely a bound, gagged and hooded female could couldn't hop around a hotel all evening without being noticed! There was no choice; she readied herself for the epic journey to the reception desk.

Outside room 31 she lost her balance and fell heavily against the door. She heard a noise from inside - somebody was in the shower. Ready to face the indignity of presenting herself to a stranger Jenny decided to attract the person's attention. After four bangs of her forehead on the door the shower stopped. There was silence. When she went to bang her head for the fifth time the door gave way. Jenny lost her balance and fell into the man's arms.

"Jesus Christ Jenny! What the fuck has happened to you?"

Mike quickly dragged her to the bed and closed the door. "It's that bitch Deena. I knew she couldn't be trusted. I swear I'll kill her."

Jenny shook her head to indicate it wasn't Deena's fault.

"For heaven's sake woman, keep your head still, I'm trying to undo the knot at your neck!" Mike moaned, insensitive as ever, but Jenny expected no more or less from him. She was overcome with relief at being back in his arms.

Her pillow-case hood and the gag were soon removed then Mike pulled the mass of packing material out Jenny's mouth. Although he didn't mention it to her, he was very impressed with both the assailant's packing ability and Jenny's oral capacity.

Returning quickly from the bathroom with a damp towel and a glass of water he started tending to the dried blood around Jenny's nose, checking for damage.

"Looks a lot worse than it is." Mike informed her, rather unsympathetically. "How the hell did she plan the escape?"

"I don't think she did." Jenny replied. "The poor girl was terrified. She's been kidnapped, I'm sure. They said something about taking her to a club."

Mike paced the room, contemplating all that was at stake. He knew that with one phone call Deena's tracking collar could be activated. They, and the police, would be able to locate her within the hour, but then the questions would start. The lecture tour would most likely be suspended. Deena might even be sent to prison for the rest of her sentence.

"Think Jenny! What else did they say?" The Doctor demanded, prowling back and forth as if he were interrogating her. The fact that he hadn't yet bothered to untie her hands and feet supported that impression.

"David. It has to involve David!" He stated, having put two and two together. He picked up the phone and dialled reception. "Hello. Is David there?.....No?...okay, that figures. Tell me, what clubs are open in the town tonight?....J.D. Wetherspoon's disco pub. Is that the only one?.....I see. Thank you."

The Doctor frowned. "There aren't any clubs in the town tonight, just a disco pub. Are you sure he said a club?"

"Yes! Yes!" Jenny replied becoming emotional and wondering when Mike would start torturing her. "Please can you untie me now Mike." she pleaded tearfully.

He relented and apologised to her, using a penknife to cut the fabric. They hugged and held each other, sensing that their ordeal had just begun.

"So where's David tonight?" Jenny asked, pulling up her panties and rubbing her sore wrists.

"Robotics club at the university according to the receptionist." Mike muttered absently.

Jenny became excitable. "That's it! Clubs, groups, societies - the campus is full of them. We need to get a list of clubs and societies meeting tonight."

The Doctor was already dialling before Jenny had even finished her sentence.

"Great...you have a list...yes, you can email my room. Thank you." He hung up. "That was the biology department head. He's emailed us a list of the clubs meeting tonight."

Jenny switched to the T.V. to data and touched the print icon. A sheet of paper soon hung from the bottom of the TV on the wall. Jenny snatched it, and read out from the list. "Chess Club, Movie Group, Holographic Arts, Wildlife Society, Cloning Group, Nanography, Robotics club, Eurolingua. Where do we start? Deena could be anywhere. Let's start with David. Where did you say he was?"

"Robotics apparently. Is the address shown on the list?" Mike asked as they headed out the door.

-oOo-

Barging rudely into the robotics club meeting there was no sign of David, nor indeed of any females apart from a very life-like robot somebody was making. They said David was a regular attender but someone said that he had received an invitation from the Wildlife Society. The way the guy said Wildlife made Jenny pause and think. It sounded like two words, with the emphasis on 'life'.

Mike and Jenny looked at each other, the same thought occurring to both of them, and moments later they were back on the road again, tyres screeching as they followed the AutoNav to find out exactly what goes on at the Wild Life Society. Jenny read out from the club's schedule as Mike sped along. "Tonight: Mating rituals of mammals."

It seemed a pretty innocuous venue. The upper hall above one of the sports halls on the campus. The cars outside and the lights visible from outside confirmed that there was something happening, although at street level there wasn't a soul around. They parked alongside a battered old van and tossed some equipment into a holdall, ready for any eventuality. A doorway led straight up a dark flight of stairs. The sound of cheering and shouts of encouragements become more audible as they ascended. Nurse Jenny followed behind the Doctor, literally holding onto his coat-tails, understandably scared, considering her earlier ordeal.

The entrance was obscured from the main body of the hall, giving Mike and Jenny the opportunity to secretly observe the scene taking place in the candlelit hall. They were staggered at what they saw.

Along one wall stood three guys and three girls, completely naked and with their hands tied together above their heads and thence to a securing point high up the wall. They weren't just naked but filthy too. Jenny knew the smell of cow-dung very well, and they were all smeared with the stuff!

But they were not the focal point, in fact they were merely part of the audience, conversing freely, although evidently a little nervous as they watched the scene unfold. Perhaps they were waiting their turn?

On the main floor were the aforementioned mammals as billed: A lion, a bear, a dog, a cow and a rabbit. Each was firmly tethered in position thanks to sunken fixings in the wooden floor, more commonly used to secure gym equipment in position.

Not all the 'animals' seemed entirely happy with their predicament. Each furry costume covered the animal completely: hands, feet and head. Ropes on their wrists and ankles restrained them in a suitably quadrupedal position.

The cause of the animals' disquiet was becoming clear to Mike and Jenny as they continued to spy. One girl in a Xena-like leather ensemble was kneeling behind the black-furred 'dog', her crotch hard up against the dog's buttocks. A man was kneeling at the dog's head, his penis very evidently within dog's mouth. The dog was rocked back and forth by the forceful thrusting at each end, it was no more than a receptacle in a brutal orgiastic sandwich.

Another girl came into view. She looked stunning in a leopard-print lycra body-stocking. Tall and slim, with long tumbling blonde tresses, her presence commanded the room. Around her waist was harnessed a strap-on dildo which she wore with an intimidating self-confidence as if her artificial erection was a symbol of her own potency.

To the applause of the assembled animal lovers, she knelt down behind the lion and trailed her long red fingernails lovingly across its shapely haunches. She lifted its long tail and held it provocatively between her teeth then quickly located and lubricated the slit in the fur. With self-evident expertise, she penetrated the lion's anus. The high-pitched squeal leaving no doubt that this lion was a lioness!

A guy in black leather vest knelt in front of the lioness. Lowering his leather trousers, he began busily rubbing his cock to an erection. The blonde, amused by his anxiety came to his aid. With the lion's tale still between her teeth she slipped her fingers in the shoulder straps of her lycra bodice and pushed the straps down her arms. Her perfect breasts sprung free of the stretchy fabric. Fingering and squeezing her own nipples had the desired effect on the guy's penis; he pushed his lusting cock into the lion's mouth, which was merely the surrogate of the real object of his desire - thegorgeous blonde girl three feet in front of him.

Both of them grunted with passion as they rocked the lioness back and forth, shouts of encouragement coming from all around them.

"I think that's Deena," Mike whispered to Jenny from their hiding place behind vaulting horse. He was ready to make his move.

"Be careful Mike." Jenny warned, worried by how outnumbered they were.

Mike was armed with an electro-prod, designed for use on Deena if she ever got out of hand. At first he went unnoticed amongst the dozen or so students until he jabbed the prod into the ribs of one of the male onlookers. He slumped to the floor unconscious, and the atmosphere in the hall changed in an instant.

"You! Out!" The Doctor shouted at the one with his penis in the lion's mouth. Confronted with the prod Mike was waving around like a man possessed, he withdrew his own throbbing prod. The blonde girl penetrating the lion's rear stayed put, still smiling and rather amused by the commotion. Her hands caressed and patted the lioness's rump as if to comfort her.

"Take her head off!" Mike yelled, wielding the electro-prod just inches away from the guy with the rapidly fading erection. The student reached around the lioness's neck, undid the fastenings and lifted it off the girl's head. Whoever it was, it wasn't Deena. The girl, with her mouth held wide open with a leather ring-gag, appeared more embarrassed than anything. They had promised she would be anonymous during the initiation ceremony!

"And the others!" Mike commanded.

The 'bear' was a male. He too was ring-gagged. The Doctor remembered him from the lecture, a bear-like man even before donning costume. Furious at being caught in such a compromising position, he was tugged violently on the ropes that held him down. Luckily for Mike the ropes held firm. The Wildlife Society seemed to have a commendable policy of sexual equality, even the guys get screwed!

The 'cow' turned out to be another shame-faced female student, her sweat-soaked hair plastered on her face. Saliva and traces of semen dribbled from her ring-gag, indicating that she had been initiated before Mike and Jenny arrived. She started crying and gave an unintelligible blubbering explanation to Mike, perhaps fearing her academic career had just ended. She wouldn't get any sympathy from Mike or Jenny.

The leather-bodiced Xena girl still had her dildo rammed up the black dog when its head was removed. It was David, Deena's former boyfriend! Obviously in distress, he tried to explain something to Mike. However, with the ring-gag and the girl deliberately thrusting up his anus as he spoke, Mike couldn't understand a word David said. Having already decided he was responsible for Deena's disappearance, The Doctor pushed the electro prod against his neck. As he was roped into a sturdy all-fours position it took a few moments before he toppled unconscious onto his side like a bull at the feet of a toreador.

There was only the rabbit left to unmask, visibly trembling at the end of the row of animals. Everybody seemed to go quiet, waiting for the theatrical coup-de-grace that had been building up. Jenny lifted away the rabbit's head.

Deena looked up at Mike and Jenny with big blue 'get-me-out-of-here' eyes. Her face was reddened with tears and distended by a large ring-gag. The mess on her chin indicated that she too had already been initiated.

"I could have you lot arrested!" Mike shouted angrily to the subdued and contrite students around him. Many of them had already disappeared out of the fire exits while others were apologising, desperately trying to explain their actions, knowing that expulsion from the university was a distinct possibility. 'It was all consensual', they pleaded, and Deena was their guest of honour. They honestly thought she would enjoy their ceremony.

Jenny unbuckled the nasty ring-gag and wiped Deena's face, while a sympathetic female student helped untie the ropes that kept her on her hands and knees. It didn't take long before Jenny had put the overjoyed Deena back in her transport chains, fastened over the top of the rabbit costume. Jenny connected and padlocked Deena's belly chain then gave her a quick kiss and a comforting hug.

"Ready?" Mike called out to Jenny.

"Ready!" Jenny and Deena called back in unison.

On the way out of the hall, Jenny noticed the six naked students still standing with their hands tied above them. They had been neglected amongst all the commotion.

Mike studied the three females in a strictly unprofessional manner! He thought the 'Andromeda' position showed off the female anatomy like no other. He liked the way that a woman's raised arms lifted and slightly flattened the breasts. All three girls gave him their best seductive smile as if to say 'pick me!'. Their naked bodies, even though smeared with cow dung, looked ready and willing to be ravished. However Mike would have preferred to give them a cold hose-down beforehand. Despite, or perhaps because of, all the drama Mike was feeling as horny as hell.

Jenny was more interested in the three males who were altogether less pleased at still being tied up than Mike's three beauties. They tugged strongly on the ropes that bound them, not quite believing that they had been properly tied, repeatedly calling out for somebody to untie them. Eventually one of their friends came to their aid.

Knowing he would be freed in a few moments, one of the bound men sneered at her. "Hey Nursie, how's the nose?"

Nursie??? Jenny recognised the voice immediately, and her blood began to boil.

She snatched the Electro-prod from Mike's hand and adjusted the output setting, then pressed it firmly against the guy's genitals.

His look of terror was fully justified. "No. No, p-p-please don't. I d-d-didn't mean to hurt you. I'm s-s..."

The nurse pressed the trigger and held it. He screamed a most unmanly scream and several violent spasms went through him before he slumped lifelessly; still standing only because of the ropes holding his arms above his head. But that wasn't all. He would later discover that for the next few months his penile erections would be accompanied by an excruciating pain.

The guy next to him was peeing on the floor, petrified, fearing that he was next for the prod. Jenny couldn't be sure whether he had been involved in the kidnapping but he sure looked guilty enough. Having twenty witnesses, some of them laughing, watching him pissing with fright, might well be punishment enough in the long term.

"Let's get out of here Mike. I'm starving!" Jenny said, with a satisfied smile as she turned off the electro-prod and handed it back to him.

Feeling relieved, yet also exhilarated by the successful outcome, the HBA team clambered into their van. Jenny was in the driver's seat, while Dr Mike helped Deena into the passenger side.

Mike felt something growing within his trousers as he helped Deena step up into the van. Perhaps it was those rabbit paws that enclosed her hands, or maybe it was her cute fluffy tale, or was it simply that she looked so damned cuddly chained up in her all-covering rabbit suit?

"They raped me." Deena snuffled as they drove away from the sports hall.

"No honey, it was only a girl with a dildo. They thought you would like it after seeing you in the lecture today." Jenny said, taking her eyes of the road for just a moment.

"... and they put a penis in my mouth."

"I know, honey but that was just a bit of fun. Surely you've had oral sex before?"

Deena didn't answer that one, she just sat in silence, very glad to have Mike's comforting arm around her. Jenny felt slightly guilty in trivialising the sexual assault Deena had suffered but thought it better for Deena if hse downplayed the whole thing. The nurse's thoughts drifted to her own experiences. She'd had oral and anal sex many times before, and yes, sometimes both together; and had enjoyed it immensely! The doctor wasn't the only one feeling very horny.

"I have an idea, Mike!" Jenny said excitedly, "why don't we go to the disco pub you mentioned earlier? We can eat there, you could have a few beers, and maybe we can have a little dance too. It'll be fun!"

They all agreed it was a great idea, so Mike leant over Deena and set the AutoNav to J.D. Wetherspoon's disco pub.