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. She is kidnapped by the Wildlife Society and is a reluctant participant in their rituals before Dr Mike and nurse Jenny rescue her.

-oOo-

As they drove to the Wetherspoon's disco-pub Deena endeared herself to Mike and Jenny by appearing more concerned about Jenny's welfare than her own. "Did they hurt you?" she asked Jenny. "I was so worried about what they would do to you after they took me away.

"I thought I was going to suffocate in that laundry basket. All those sheets were pressed down on me and I couldn't move at all. They wheeled me out of the hotel and lifted the basket into the back of a van. We must have driven for maybe ten minutes. Then they lugged the basket, with me tied up inside, upstairs into the room where you found me. Then they lifted me out of the basket and dumped me to the floor. I was still gagged and with a pillowcase tied over my head.

"They seemed to think it was very funny watching me as I lay struggling on the floor. My ankles were still tied to my wrists. They told me that I was 'hog-tied'. Is that right, Jenny?"

Jenny nodded, suppressing the urge to smile. Keeping her eyes on the road, she encouraged Deena to continue her story.

"Then I felt their hands all over my body, tickling me, pinching my breasts and buttocks, driving me crazy, until I thought I was going to choke on the wadding in my mouth. I was laying of the floor trying to catch my breath when they released my ankles and lifted to my feet. That's when they noticed that my crotch had been shaved! They seemed disappointed, as if they were planning to shave me themselves. I could hear them arguing about something. Apparently they were intending to write 'hairy arse' on my buttocks.

"Then they started whispering so I couldn't hear them, deciding what else they could write on me. I could feel a marker pen pressing down, writing all the way across my buttocks. They must have been using different colours because they kept mentioning red, blue and black but never said what they were writing. Whatever it was, they thought it was very funny and kept giggling like children.

"I tried to run off when I felt the hands let me go, but my hands were still tied and I was still gagged and hooded so I couldn't see anything. I tripped over something, and fell to the floor. I banged my head and started to feel ill."

Deena looked at the doctor pitifully, needing sympathy and getting it. Mike ran her finger lightly over the lump at the side of Deena's forehead.

"Then what happened?" The Doctor asked, having become her sympathetic counsellor.

"They started dressing me in this costume." Deena continued, looking down at her furry covering. It was only after they had zipped me up at the back that they removed my hood and gag. I saw three other animals kneeling on the ground and realised that I must have tripped over one of them earlier. They were tied into a hands and knees position and were tugging and pulling, trying to escape, but it was impossible when they were tied up like that.

"I was tied in the same position as the other animals at the end of the row. One of the guys held up something they called a 'ring-gag' and told me to open my mouth, but I refused. I was so tired of being gagged. But someone standing behind me kicked me hard up the bum. It was only when she spoke that I realised it was a girl. 'Open your fucking mouth you drunken slut!' she yelled at me. I did as I was told and they fitted me with that ring-gag, which stretched my mouth wide open. Finally, they put the rabbit's head on me, which blinded me again. I was almost glad that I didn't have to look at them anymore.

"Then I heard a commotion. Lots of shouting. David had come into the room and he was really angry about what they had done to me. I felt him trying to untie one of my hands but then there were fighting and the others overpowered him. I think they must have knocked him out because I didn't hear his voice after that. I don't know what happened to him." Deena's voice trailed off softly, her thoughts turning to the guy who tried to save her.

Dr Mike was unsure whether to tell Deena that the Wildlife Society had turned David into another one of the animals, and that he was being humped up the ass by a girl with a strap-on when he last saw him. He definitely wasn't going to mention that he had zapped David with the electro-prod and ruined his sex life for the next month!

Deena continued, determined to finish her story while they drove. "Then some kind of ceremony started. Lots of short speeches and animal noises. They said I was their guest of honour, loaned to them by the Doctor...but you didn't, did you?"

The doctor shook his head to reassure Deena that he'd never do such a thing.

"Then I felt a hand rubbing something cool on my anus, like Jenny does to me in the lecture. There must be a little slit in the back of my costume. Then something large was prodded deep into my rectum, and a penis entered my mouth, and I couldn't stop it because of the ring-gag in my mouth. They each pushed back and forward, and I started to feel very hot inside this costume."

"I can imagine," Mike said, deftly adjusting the tent in his trousers.

"The rocking back and forward continued and I was getting hotter and hotter and I could feel the penis keep pushing against the back of my throat. Then he ejaculated and I heard everybody cheering. He told me I'd better swallow if I knew what was good for me, so that's what I did, but it wasn't easy to do with that gag."

Nurse Jenny smiled knowingly, trying hard to concentrate on the road ahead.

"I think you know the rest. You arrived not long after that. Thanks for rescuing me." Deena gave a beaming smile of gratitude to the doctor and nurse sat alongside her. They might keep her in chains, and publicly humiliate her naked body every day, but they still felt like her best friends.

"You have reached your destination," said the soft feminine voice of the AutoNav, and the flashing neon lights ahead confirmed they had reached the pub car park.

-oOo-

Deena got a few strange looks when they entered Wetherspoon's Disco Pub, but there was a warm welcome from the patrons that she hadn't expected. Many drinkers seemed to think she was the cabaret act. A pretty chained-up girl in a rabbit suit was not something they saw everyday, not even in the year 2015.

Mike located a relatively quiet booth where they could eat, drink and simply relax. The friendly waitress in a cute ultra-short uniform dress came to take the order. Jenny had a stiff gin and tonic, Mike had a beer, and Deena a diet cola as usual. Jenny unlocked Deena's handcuffs, but her hands remained mitten-like within the rabbit costume. She shrugged her paws at Dr Mike as if to say 'what the hell!' and managed to raise the glass to her lips gripped between them.

By the time they had finished their meal, the dancefloor had filled and the high-spirited dancers were encouraging the sexy nurse and the sweet-looking girl in the rabbit costume to join them. Jenny and Deena were eager to accept the invitation but there was the small matter of Deena's security chains; she was supposed to stay secured at all times while in public places. That was the law and Dr Mike wasn't going to jeopardise his lecture program just so Deena could have some fun.

But Mike doesn't always get his way. Jenny bent down under the table to attend to Deena's ankle shackles. She unlocked one of them and locked it back onto the one that was already shackled. Then she stood up and tugged Deena's arm until she too was standing.

"Lighten up, Mike. She's still wearing her chains!" the nurse castigated the doctor, her characteristically wide smile stretched across her face.

The doctor leaned back in the soft upholstered seating, enjoying his beer and watching contentedly as Jenny and Deena danced the evening away. It was amazing how the shy girl that he had taken custody just five days earlier had turned into a complete extrovert (not to mention a flirt!) on the dancefloor. For Deena, being salivated over by horny students throughout the week had done wonders for her self-esteem.

Deena's provocative little wiggle, accentuated by her rabbit's tail had aroused Mike's libido considerably. Tonight somebody would have to get it - he was sure of that. As the lecturer and Deena's supervisor, he was legally entitled to poke almost any implement except his penis into any of Deena's orifices.

There was another reason for staying away from Deena, he wanted to keep her 'orgasm-free' in order to heighten her responses in the forthcoming lectures! Tonight he would make do with Nurse Jenny. The nurse looked over her shoulder at him as she danced, and sensed from his look that her day's duties for the Doctor were far from done.

It was nearly midnight when they emerged exhausted and happy from the pub, vowing to do it again the following week. Upon discovering that the 'Alco-clear' sensor in the van would not allow Mike or Jenny to drive they had no choice but to walk back to the hotel. With Deena shuffling along in her leg-irons, Jenny window shopping for new shoes and Mike not exactly walking in a straight line, it was a slow but blissfully contented journey.

-oOo-

Once back in their hotel rooms, Deena couldn't wait to get out of the sweaty rabbit costume. Jenny unzipped the back of it and peeled it from her until she stood naked except for the smooth titanium Offender Tracking Collar. The nurse inspected Deena's buttocks and the coloured marker pen scrawling that covered them.

"What does it say?" Deena asked, trying to read her butt cheeks over her shoulder.

"Oh, it's just some juvenile graffiti. I've got some cleanser to remove it." Nurse Jenny dug around in her bag and drew out a plastic bottle. "Lay flat out, belly down on the bed."

Soaking a clump of cotton wool with the cleansing solution she rubbed in a gentle circular motion on Deena's buttocks. Its only effect was on Deena, who was enjoying the nurse's ministrations more than was intended. The nurse was puzzled as she saw that the cotton wool, although damp and compressed by the rubbing, was still perfectly white.

"It's not completely off yet." Jenny said, "I'll continue in the morning. It's time for bed now."

Deena got into bed and allowed the nurse put the handcuffs around Deena's wrists and padlocked them to her collar. A short chain was fixed from the collar to the headboard to ensure that Deena couldn't wander off, or be kidnapped, during the night.

Nurse Jenny, wearing her dressing gown, kissed Deena goodnight. "Lights....down!" she commanded. The room's voice-activated lighting system dimmed to a faint glow. She had some unfinished business with Dr Britten, the nurse explained to Deena, and may be with him for some time. Deena would readily admit to being naive at times but she wasn't stupid! The nature of the nurse's business was quite obvious from the way she checked herself in the mirror as she left the room. A few moments later Deena heard the knock on the Doctor's door, a brief exchange of quiet conversation from the corridor then the distinct sound of the door closing.

Deena wriggled herself into a sitting up position.

"Television...on." she said quietly, barely suppressing an excited giggle as the picture from a news station appeared.

"Television...channel...erotic." Deena said confidently. She'd read about the adult channels in the hotel's welcome pack.

A menu appeared on the screen listing the available movies.

1. The Atonement

2. Jade Pavilion

3. On The Water

4. Rabbit Island

5. The Tent of the Bedouin

Having lived at home all of her 21 years Deena knew very little about erotic movies. It was like a door had been flung open into a storeroom of forbidden fruit. With simple voice commands she flicked impulsively between the channels greedily tasting the sensual pleasures of each movie. Yet it was a kind of torture for her as well; her pussy was moist and demanding that her fingers should be touching and toying with it, but with her wrists cuffed to her collar no amount of frustrated tugging and contortions could allow her to scratch that exquisite itch.

-oOo-

"Supermarkers?"

"That's right Jenny," the Doctor confirmed. "Impossible to remove without the correct cleaning compound, and that's definitely not something you'd want to get on your skin!"

Jenny shook her head in disbelief. "So what can we do?"

"Nothing. As the skin renews itself the writing will fade away. Kids are using these supermarkers for tattooing all the time now. Great for writing the name of your boyfriend or girlfriend on your arm and then seeing which one is still on your arm a month later!" Dr Mike laughed, but he hadn't seen the markings on Deena's bum!

"Deena's sleeping now and I told her I won't be back for several hours," Jenny said, untying the belt of her dressing gown in a seductive manner.

"Good. My father always said that if you ever fall of a horse it was best to get right back on it again." Mike held up the torn strips of sheet that Jenny had been tied up with earlier.

"I don't want to be beaten again," said Jenny, having understood Mike's intentions, but she was definitely not in the mood for one of Mike's more intense sessions. She divested herself of the dressing gown and white panties and laid out on the bed as the Doctor ordered. He wrapped the cotton strips tightly around each of her wrists then secured them to their respective corners of the headboard.

Jenny tugged on her bonds, enjoying the stretch in her arm muscles that told her she could not escape or break free; she knew Dr Mike was fastidious about such things. In any case, escape was the last thing she would have wanted at that moment.

The phone rang, and Mike picked it up.

"Hi honey!...yes, everything's okay... we had a little incident that I'll tell you all about when I get home... yes, the new girl is great... Jenny? she's fine... hah! a bit tied up at the moment.... yeah, I'll ask her.... see you tomorrow about 10... love you too!" Mike made a vulgar kissing noise into the phone and hung up.

"My wife wants to know when you are going to spend a weekend with her again," Mike said as he wrapped each of her ankles with another strip of torn bedsheet.

"Your wife is a evil bitch. She didn't give me a moment's rest the whole weekend. Do you have any idea what she did to me?"

"Of course I do. She showed me the pictures. You seemed to be enjoying yourself," Mike said, teasing her, while tying each ankle to its respective wrist so Jenny's peachy rump was upended, wide open and inviting.

"I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it, just that she can be quite nasty. If she promises to go easier on my tits and doesn't keep me gagged the whole time I'll agree to do another weekend when you're on your next golf trip."

"It's a deal!" said Mike, jumping on the bed, and kneeling so his knees were almost wedged under Jenny's buttocks. His hands reached across her spread open thighs and forcefully squeezed her prominent rounded breasts, kneading them like bread dough, feeling her hardening nipples against his palms. She moaned loudly in response to each forceful squeeze.

"Gag needed, I think." Mike said, reaching over to the beside cabinet. He hastily stuffed her panties in her mouth and taped over it with several strips of surgical tape. "Better?"

"mmmmppphh!" Nurse Jenny nodded.

Mike knew what was required for Jenny's satisfaction and went to work on her hairless pussy with his tongue, using his hands to press down on the back of her legs to stop her from bouncing around and away from the very attention her body craved.

Occasionally he'd break from his oral attentions and his hands would be back on her breasts, his fingers digging deeply and rhythmically into the soft yielding flesh while he delighted in the glazed and transported expression in her eyes.

Her 'vital signs' seeming in good order, he pulled his cock out from the folds of the towelling dressing gown, positioned himself in a comfortable kneeling position and pushed it firmly home into Jenny's moist and welcoming slot. It was absolute sheer bloody relief to feel his cocked buried deep inside a woman again. His hard member gave him a physical lever over Jenny's body, rocking her back and forth in a deliberate and robust manner that made his ejaculation an inevitability. Jenny was very much along for the ride and was noisily palpitating beneath him as he came.

-oOo-

"Television...off", Mike said as he entered Deena's room, although not before noticing one of his favourite scenes from Jade Pavilion showing on the screen. Deena was sound asleep as he unlocked the chain that connected her to the bed.

"Come on, Deena. You can sleep in the other room tonight," he said softly.

"Okay," Deena mumbled compliantly. Her eyes were barely open as the Doctor walked her naked body along the hotel corridor to his room.

Padlocking her chain to the single bed in his 'family' room, Mike wondered if Deena would even remember switching rooms when she woke in the morning. Jenny was already contentedly tucked up, and tied up, in bed; hands bound behind her and ankles neatly tied also, 'to prevent her doing anything to disturb Deena', Mike explained to her. Nobody stirred before the seven o'clock alarm call.

-oOo-

It was during the morning lecture that Deena finally learnt what had been written on her buttocks. She saw it on the large video screen at the same time as the 200 students in the theatre. 'Drunken slut' was written on left buttock, together with a rather good cartoon of a car driving into a tree. On her right cheek it read 'Anal sex whore' with a cartoon of herself on all fours being ass-fucked by Dr Britten, both of them smiling lustily.

The Doctor took the student's smirking and sneering comments with good grace, replying with a few wisecracks of own. For Deena, naked and chained on her hands and knees, the intubator rigid within her throat, her mouth taped up, and the nurse administering yet another public enema to her, there was no escape. There was only the mortifying realisation that she would be displaying the same message to thousands of students in the North of England for the next few weeks.

Deena had developed a love-hate relationship with the auto-inseminator that was used in the first afternoon session. Laying comfortably back on the bench, hands chained to the sides, blindfolded and gagged, she could almost forget about the students watching her. The metallic device filling her vagina and pulsing gently was a delicious feeling - she could easily imagine someone making love to her, but each time she became excitable the machine cooled down as if it was teasing her.

It seemed like the longest day for Deena, not just because of the added attention caused by the humiliating artwork on her rear. All she wanted to do was get home to her parents, meet up with her friends on Saturday night, and most of all to be alone in her bed with her hands free to do what she desperately yearned to do.

When the lecture was wrapped up Deena was about to get dressed in her jeans and sweater and eagerly looking forward to being normal girl again.

"Don't get dressed yet Deena!" The nurse called out. She was carrying something unrecognisable, a bundle of clear plastic straps. "I have to fit you with the weekender belt. The nurse wrapped and fastened the thin waist strap around her. Then she placed a thick shell-like device over Deena's labia which poked its two-inch probe into her vagina. Further straps around her buttocks and between her legs kept the device securely in place.

"Is it a chastity belt?" Deena asked.

"Oh, much better than that!" the nurse replied enthusiastically "it's an arousal inhibitor. It's been calibrated to your own arousal thresholds. I strongly advise against doing anything that could stimulate you sexually. You should even avoid kissing."

"Why? What will happen?"

"You'll feel a very unpleasant sensation, rather like an electric shock. It will only last a few seconds but you won't want to repeat it. If you tamper with the device that will also trigger a shock. I suggest you keep your fingers well away from it. The straps are all security tagged so don't try to remove them, or we'll have to punish you next week."

The nurse then unwrapped a very large capsule pill from its foil wrapper. "Swallow this," she said, handing Deena the pill and a small plastic cup of water. Deena swallowed it in one large gulp.

"What was that?" Deena asked.

"Oh, that's just a no-alco pill. Standard procedure to those convicted of alcohol related crimes. Whatever you do, don't drink anything alcoholic over the weekend or you will feel very sick indeed."

Deena wriggled into her tight jeans and was immediately aware of the slightly prominent bulge at the front. The arousal inhibitor made it look like she had a penis. Deena's anticipation of her fun-filled weekend was fading fast. It looked like she'd have to stay at home playing scrabble and drinking tea with her parents.

-oOo-

It was a long but relaxed drive back down the M1 to Sussex. Nurse Jenny, driving with the auto-pilot looked across at Deena and Mike, both sleeping soundly, Deena snuggling in his arms. Her hands were, as usual, cuffed and attached to the belly chain, and rested on her lap. Jenny reached behind the seat for her multiphone, about to take a picture of the sleeping beauties when Deena suddenly let out a loud yell, and had a pained look on her face.

Mike woke with a jolt, thinking there'd been a crash, looking around to see that everyone was okay. Jenny couldn't stop laughing. "Deena honey...I did warn you! Your hands were rubbing against your jeans and triggered the arousal inhibitor."

"I hardly touched it!" Deena protested angrily. "How can I avoid it if you keep me chained up like this?"

"You'll soon learn. Try not to think about certain things," Jenny advised, "then you won't feel the need to touch yourself."

"I see. But I was only thinking of what you had done to me this week. Is that a crime?"

"No it's not. But this device is to prevent you from having sexual contact during this assignment. You are going to have to learn some self-restraint I'm afraid. It will get easier. "

Deena was far from happy. How could she avoid getting another jolt while she slept at night? It would be impossible!

Jenny laid a hand on Deena's shoulder to comfort her. "It's only for few more weeks. It will get easier as you learn some self-control. Maybe we could book you into the Institution of Human Insemination, the one we show in our lecture. They're always looking for healthy young subjects. And the good news is that you are allowed to have orgasms... in fact you'll find it hard not to!"

Deena perked up at this news, but was careful not to become excited lest the device punishes her again.

"A lot of student nurses volunteer to be subjects there. They earn a little extra money, and they have the opportunity to continue their studies."

"...and they enjoy it!" Mike chipped in.

Deena was ready to pose a question that she had wanted to ask for the last few days. "Could I train to be a nurse?" She asked tentatively.

She was very pleased with Jenny's answer and bombarded her with questions for the remaining part of the journey home. A whole new world of opportunity and fulfilment had been opened up to her.

Mike was already removing Deena's chains as they drove into her neat suburban street. Her parents came out of front door as soon as they heard the van pull up outside.

"Bye, see you on Sunday." Deena said hurriedly to Mike and Jenny as she leapt from the van, dashed through the garden gate and into the arms of her loving parents.

It had been a good week, Mike and Jenny agreed, as they drove off to their respective homes. They also agreed, despite that awful cliche, that they really were missing Deena already.

THE END