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The Doctors Trust by Caesar
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The Doctors Trust
by Caesar(93).
The family physician is a trusted and respected member of
our society. He sees the good and bad in everyone. It is his
job to heal the hurt, mend the bones, and cure the sickness.
After many years in school the doctor is given a piece of paper
that empowers him to act in this capacity, with no one, but
himself, to judge his actions or motives. A doctor could very
easily be corrupted or misuse his position that his patients gave
him. It could be money, power, or sex that turns him into
something the diploma never expected. A doctor who likes to
commit homicide is indeed a dangerous individual, who could prove
the murder of a patient when the doctor is covered under
insurance, saying that he may have made a mistake. Money, how
many doctors actually order another appointment to check on
something mundane, or overcharges the bill as a regular practice.
The doctor who is taken in by sex, the power over another
individual is never exceeded when a physician is able to control
his subject to the point of misusing them sexually.
This short story is about such a doctor, a man who abused
the system to get into a position that enabled him to have the
power over another individual. In fact, this man could get
anything he wanted, money, drugs, woman. The people who gave him
this power was his patients, people like you and me. No one
would willingly be abused, they were no different than anyone
else, they just fell into the trap the devious doctor set.
Another startling fact about this short story, is that it is
true!
Sandra
"Come this way please."
Sandra B. followed the nurse through the narrow hallway to
an open door, she entered. The nurse came in and opened a folder
she was carrying, reading. The room was a normal examining
cubical, with only one seat, the tall counter with thin padding,
and stirrups all women know about. There was a small sink and
garbage pail, a full length mirror and a locked cabinet along the
wall. Posters of young children playing, a cartoon of Calvin and
Hobbies, and the zodiac covered the wall. All was normal, even
the air smelled neutral, like a doctors office.
The small blond-hair nurse turned back to Sandra and
politely asked, "Please take your clothes off and wait on the
table. Dr. Allan should be in momentarily." She smiled then
promptly left with the sound of her pediatric shoes squeaking on
the rug.
As ordered, Sandra slowly disrobed, hating examinations,
especially being so exposed to a stranger. Her husband had
prompted her to come after she had been complaining about cramps
for the past week. She contemplated leaving her panties on, but
decided against it since she would feel embarrassed if she had to
lay back her legs in the stirrups. Quickly she donned the paper
gown, that only doctors used. It was similar to the bib dentists
used during an examination. She laughed to herself thinking
about her daughter, the last time she came to the doctor, how she
acted. Sandra realized she was acting very similar. She had
even asked her husband to accompany her, he was waiting in the
waiting room. So she took a deep breath and patiently awaited
the new doctor. Her old one had sold his practice, to the
disappointment of his patients, he had been the local family
physician for over thirty years. Many a baby he delivered had
grown up and brought their children to the same doctor. But now
the unknown Dr. Allan had purchased the settled business and had
begun seeing patients only weeks ago.
The door suddenly opened, startling the nervous Sandra B.
The man who entered was in his middle thirties, plain looking and
small. A person who would be missed in crowd, but who looked
like a caring and compassionate doctor. He wore a shirt and tie
under the usual white lab jacket, a pocket holder in one breast
pocket filled with items.
"Good morning Mrs. B. How are you this morning?" His voice
was rich and deep, he sounded sincere. He smiled gently and sat
down on the lone chair, swinging it next to the table. Sandra
told him her symptoms, he nodded and wrote in her file. Then he
asked her some questions. Finally he asked her to lay back on
the table, arms to her side, feet together. The plastic cover
was cold on the opening of her back as she lay still. Sandra
watched the man push his fingers gently into her stomach in
various places, asking her if it hurt. Then he used his
stethoscope and listened to her breathing, she sucked in air
deeply while he moved the cold metal around the outside of her
gown. He asked her to open the top of her paper gown to her
navel, again he listened around her chest, his eyes distant while
he listened to her. Finally it was over and she covered herself
up, breathing thankfully.
"I suspect you may have a intestinal parasite, nothing
serious mind you, but we should be sure all the same?" She
nodded, of course. "If you will give me a few more minutes,
I'll do a few more checks. Though they are a little
...uncomfortable?" She wondered what uncomfortable was, but
nodded yes. Sandra had come to diagnose her condition not to
leave with a unsure answer to her cramps. "Please turn onto
your side, facing the wall. " He turned his back on her and she
could hear him rustling around near the cabinet.
When Dr. Allan turned back around, Sandra could see that his
right hand was encased in a tight leather glove. In the other,
he carried a open bottle of water based lubricant jelly. As she
watched, her head awkwardly looking over her shoulder, he dabbed
his gloved finger into the jar and it came out coated. Then she
saw him descend towards her backside, felt him lift the paper
gown to her hip and his warm free hand pull apart her bum cheek.
Sandra held her breath as the finger touched the outside of her
sphincter muscle, slowly forcing itself into her rectum. She
felt her anus widen to accommodate the doctors finger. A reflex
reaction and she tightened her body muscles up.
"There Mrs. B., just relax. The worst is over." He sounded
reassuring but while his finger was in her bum, Sandra would not
be able to relax.
She felt his digit rotate, felt the tip move inside her
bowels, and wanted to throw up. His other hand, holding her cheek
apart had begun to gently rub, calming and scaring the young
mother.
His voice startled her, "Do you have any pets, cats, dogs?"
She forced herself to be calm and slowly she got the words
out, "No."
"And of course you wash your hands after every visit to the
washroom?"
"Yes."
She felt him pull out the finger, and was about to breath a
sigh of relief, but two fingers suddenly entered her.
"If it is a parasite, we should discover where you picked it
up." Both fingers were moving agitatedly inside her. Sandra
realized, her sphincter muscle had loosened up so the initial pain
was gone, only the weird feeling of her bum hole being stretched
wide. She felt her bowels rumble and wondered if she would have
another attack of diarrhea over the new doctor.
Finally his fingers pulled out of her, his hand let go of her
naked ass cheek. "There, all finished. I'm afraid that didn't
help much." He turned towards the sink, ripped off the glove and
through it in the trash. Then began to wash his hands. "I'll have
to do a vaginal examination."
Sandra lay onto her back, after pulling her gown across her
exposed backside. She felt disappointed when he said the exam
wasn't over, she had to put up with more.
"Please place your feet in the stirrups please." He turned
back towards her drying his hands on a paper towel. Then he pulled
his chair over to the end of the table and sat down. Sandra
couldn't see the doctor any longer, her gown was still by her
knees, which were raised in the air.
It seemed like a long time before he first touched her, and
she wondered what he was doing down their. The only time in
Sandra's life that she felt helpless and totally exposed was in a
doctor's stirrups. Any doctor, and with this new and untried man
she felt very frightened. But of course was brave and didn't show
it. Two fingers pulled apart her lower vaginal lips, then
immediately another finger pushed into vaginal hole. It was warm
and slightly greased up with jelly, but it still hurt her going in.
He sunk his digit all the way into her, then twisted it around.
And as before, she felt the tip moving deep inside her. While the
jelly seemed to catch on fire, heating up her vaginal wall.
Sandra jumped unexpectedly when the palm of his hand
mistakenly brushed up against her sensitive clitoris. He had let
go of her outer lips and was resting his hand over the mound of her
pussy. He rested his palm over her crotch, his palm pressing into
her clitoris, making her squirm. She was in no mood to feel
sexual, but her vagina had a mind of its own. She knew her vagina
was getting wet, though was sure he wouldn't be able to tell with
the lubricate he used.
She got her courage up and asked him, "Will this take much
longer doctor?"
"It shouldn't Mrs. B."
He withdrew his finger, and his palm. Sandra thought he was
finished. But a blunt, thick object was pressed firmly into her
vagina. It seemed to be a mile long, as it continued until she
felt it deep inside her womb. Dr. Allen stood and then went back
to the cabinet, and returned to his seat with an instrument Sandra
wasn't able to identify. Again his hand descended upon her clit.
He moved the cylinder around inside her, twisting in back and
forth, pulling it out and pushing in back in.
Sandra uncontrollably sighed, hating herself for doing it.
But the object felt oddly like a huge penis, while his palm was
firmly moving above her clit. She moved her buttocks which caused
the thin padding of the counter to squeak and the object inside her
to sent another jolt up her spin. Here she was sick, her husband
waiting in the room down the hall and she was getting excited by
the doctors examination.
Dr. Allan pulled the thick object out of her vagina, then
stood up, his other hand still resting on her pussy. "Are you okay
Mrs. B.?" She nodded yes, but felt her inner thigh muscles quiver
as another pleasure wave swept over her body. Again she sighed,
hating herself, closing her eyes and turning her head sideways
towards the wall. Embarrassed.
Another blunt object was sliding into her vagina, not as thick
or long, but she enjoyed the contact very much. But this one,
didn't rest inside her, nor twist around. It slide almost all the
way out then drove back into her. She realized the doctor had took
his hand off her clitoris and was now spreading her knees as far
apart as they would go. It took perhaps a full minute for Sandra
to realize the doctor was fucking her! She wanted to sit up yell
rape, scream for help. But the doctor suddenly ground his cock
deep inside her, his pelvis pressing against hers. She forgot
everything, and responded electrically, her back arched upwards,
while holding the edge of the counter with her hands, her hips rose
up to meet the doctors. Sandra felt his hands tear away the paper
gown, then grasp a breast in each hand. Roughly he pinched her
nipples, she hated him, desired him. Nothing now mattered but her
impending orgasm.
Sandra bite her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. Her
orgasm spread out from her vagina, through every muscle and fibber
in her body. She was sweating and squeaking on the rubber counter.
She even missed the initial blast of the doctor's sperm deep inside
her. But didn't miss the rest of the warm cum filling her up. Nor
the sounds he made as he orgasmed, and then collapsed over her
exposed body. Immediately she hatted herself, wanting to get out
of this small room and away from the heavy doctor above her. She
couldn't understand what caused her to react this way, Sandra had
never been that spontaneous. Dr. Allan's cock slipped out of her,
and she felt its wet softness on her rear thigh, and a wave of
revulsion ran through her. Eliminating the last enjoyable feeling
of her orgasm.
Within five minutes, the doctor had zipped himself up and
written her a prescription for a drug to cure her cramps. He
disappeared as suddenly as he had come. Then Sandra was alone to
dress and to remember!
Jenny
Her mom had dragged her to the doctor, of course Jenny
wouldn't have done it herself. She was scared! Not of the doctor,
who she had never met, but of what she had to reveal. Her monthly
menstruation had adroitly stopped. She couldn't be pregnant,
having never had sex before. And her mom figured it was a virus,
or some kind of bug. It was very embarrassing for a fifteen year-
old girl to admit to her mom that she was having problems with her
cycle. And when she finally worked up the nerve to tell her, she
is dragged to the doctor.
She waited on the bench, wearing the paper gown and her
cotton panties. When the doctor came in, she couldn't talk, she was
too nervous. But his deep calm voice steadied her nerves allowing
her to tell the learned man her problem. Jenny was thankful for one
thing, she had talked her mom into not coming into the examination
room with her. How embarrassing!
"Please lay back Jenny." He stood next to the waist high
table. "Could you remove your panties also."
Jenny darted her eyes at him, hopping she had misunderstood
him. Then she quickly pulled her panties down her legs, lifting
her bum off the plastic seat to do so. Nervous she watched him,
wondering if he could see anything, though he was studying her
chart. She had never had a vaginal examination before, though had
heard of them, and would obviously not want one now.
Dr. Allan pulled up the bottom of the paper gown, his hand
immediately cupped her peach fuzz sex mound. "Please put your feet
in the stirrups please." She hesitated and he nodded to the metal
appendices that came out of the foot of the table. When she had
her legs placed, he pushed her knees apart, and slid his finger
along the length of her young vagina. Causing young Jenny to
squirm.
"Do you masturbate Jenny?" She wasn't sure she heard him
right and wanted to say so, but saw the unhumorous eyes looking
into hers. She nodded, yes, embarrassed more than the expectancy
of her exam had been.
She felt his thick finger slide into her tight vaginal hole,
and stop an inch inside her. He wiggled his finger around and
mumbled, "Virgin", before taking it out. Jenny visibly relaxed
while he wrote notes in her sheet. Then said while leaving, "I'm
sending the nurse in to complete the exam." He as gone. Jenny
pulled her gown down past her vagina and relaxed. Thankfully her
appointment would soon be over.
The small bond nurse who had lead her into this office came
through the door. A gentle smile preceded her like a ray of
sunshine. Relaxing Jenny even further. She placed the lone seat
at the foot of the bench, her warm hands quickly spread the young
girls legs. The paper blouse again had again fallen to her
stomach. But the nurse indicated she should turn on her side
facing the wall. The small hands were fumbling with the knots
holding the gown up. Jenny lay back onto the bench, and watched as
the nurse pulled the gown off her body.
"Please turn onto your stomach." Jenny did, thankful to hide
her front.
A cool liquid was poured over her back, buttocks and thighs.
"This is just a muscle relaxant, the doctor thinks you may have a
high stress level." The small hands descended onto the girls back
and began to roughly rub. Jenny was in heaven, she had never
before received a massage, and the nurse was an expert. The hands
worked the young hard muscles of her back and shoulders. Very soon
they jumped to the calves and thighs. Jenny couldn't help herself
and sighed. When the hands grasped a shapely buttock in each, she
was a little taken back. But she was soon reassured, and relaxed.
"Please turn around Jenny."
The nurse poured a large amount of liquid on the girls chest
and upper thighs. After setting down the bottle, she leaned
forward and began to rub the liquid into the girls neck and
shoulders. After a few moments, she moved down to her almost flat
chest, and began to massage her pouty chest mounds. Jenny was
nervous and watched the nurse work on her. The small blond woman
concentrated her work on the fleshy mounds and the nipples for what
seemed like a long time to Jenny. Then she jumped down to the
legs, rubbing the upper inner thigh until the muscles felt like
jello. When she was finished she placed the girls heels into the
stirrups.
Jenny didn't realize it but she looked incredibly sexy laying
their, her sun bronzed skin glistening in the florescent light, her
long brown hair cascading over the edge of the bench. The nurse
stood back and admired the teenager openly, then sat in the chair
at the end of the table. Jenny watched the woman between her
spread thighs, as she poured more liquid right onto her crack.
Without pausing her hand again descended upon her body, this time
right onto her sex mound. The hand worked the liquid right down
into the crack and along the inner lips.
The young girl realized the feelings she was feeling and
wanted the nurse to stop. But the massage seemed to rub all the
right places, and constantly stimulated the little bud of her
clitoris. Jenny closed her eyes hoping to hide her excitement, but
unconsciously her hand placed itself over her bosom and gently
squeezed rhythmically.
The nurse stopped the massage and Jenny breathed a sigh,
thankful that it was almost over.
Then something smooth, warm, and wet rubbed along the length
of her slit, from her anus to the clit. At first Jenny thought it
was the hand again. But when he thing reached her clitoris it
hooked up something a finger couldn't do.
Jenny opened her eyes.
There between her thighs was the blond head of hair, the face
pressed almost against her sex. It was the nurses tongue that had
touched her! Again she felt it, a hand pulling open her outer sex
lips allowing the tongue to lick the most intimate places. Again!
And again!
The teenager groaned, arched her back on the now-slippery
table, her hands came down and held the mane of hair in two strong
hands. Jenny pressed her sex outwards, pulling in with her hands.
It didn't matter any longer if the woman realized she was excited.
The boundary had been crossed. And the only thing that mattered to
the girl was her own rising excitement.
The tongue and lips were expert at pleasing a woman, let alone
a girl. Jenny was in heaven, had never felt so good from her own
hand before. The tongue played with the girls bum-hole, trying to
force itself into her but failed. Teeth gently nibbled on the
clitoris, causing the girl to scream in delight. The tongue slide
into her vagina, in and out, fucking her as she imagined a small
cock would.
It was over all too soon. Jenny lasted only a few moments
under the expert tutelage of the nurse. Her orgasm was never this
good, or lasted as long. She wanted more but was unsure how to
ask. Even when the nurse stood up and began to wash her face in
the sink, Jenny imagined what that petite body looked like, tasted
like. She wanted more!
Of course the girl knew what she had done, what people called
it. But she really didn't care, for the first time someone had
made her feel good, without wanting something in return.
The blond nurse turned towards the girl, "Do you feel better
Jenny?"
She was about to answer, but the woman pressed her lips onto
hers. A tongue slide into the mouth, played with hers. They
kissed for a long time, Jenny wrapped her arms around the woman's
neck not wanting to ever let go. The teen could taste an
unfamiliar substance on the woman's lips, and knew it was her own
vaginal juices.
Finally the nurse pulled away, smiled down at the urgent girl
and then said, "You should come back next week for another
checkup!!?" Jenny nodded enthusiastically.
When she was alone, Jenny began to touch herself, trying to
bring back that great feeling she had momentarily experienced
earlier. But couldn't. Her hands were nothing like the nurses
tongue, could never please her in the same way. Jenny would indeed
be back in a week.
Lisa
She was twenty-four years-old. And she was the only nurse
working for Dr. Allan. Her wage was double the normal medical
nurse with her couple years of experience. She had met the man a
year ago, when he spoke at a seminar on new procedures to help
people without using drugs. So impressed was Lisa that she waited
for the man, he met her and she invited him to supper. That first
evening he only kissed her on the cheek, she hated it. Dr. Allan
was so normal, middle class. He phoned only once, she denied him
another date. But two days later she was doing rounds in the
hospital she worked at when she bumped into the man. He invited
her to his office, for some reason she agreed. She drank the
coffee he handed her and they talked. In less than ten minutes all
of her motor functions didn't work, and the good doctor had laid
her onto his desk. He unbuttoned her skirt and blouse, ripped her
panties and bra. Then he shoved his penis into her vagina. It was
the most scary, sickening thing to ever happen to her.
It was also the most exciting.
When Dr. Allan was finished with her, he began to take
pictures of her, while telling her to keep quiet about their
meeting or many people will see them. He needn't have bothered.
The next day, before her shift, Lisa cornered the Dr. in the
hallway and asked him to his office. There she dropped to her
knees and took his penis into her mouth. The first time she had
ever used her mouth on a penis, or tasted the salty sperm as he
came. Later the same day, he placed her over his lap and gave her
a spanking so hard she couldn't sit for a week. She loved him, or
more correctly she loved it!
The next eight months were very interesting, he taught her so
much about her own sexuality. They were much alike, needing the
other, using each other for their unhealthy sexual desires. It was
three month into their relationship when she witnessed his abuse of
a patient. At first she was dumb struck, sickened. After seeing
her reaction, he drugged an attractive middle aged girl and told
Lisa to screw her, while he watched. Initially, she was like a
robot only doing it to please him, then she began to feel the
familiar itching between her legs. Then he ordered her to seduce
a young woman of twenty, to bring back her panties as proof. Lisa
accomplished the mission and returned sated. Then he told her to
fuck a male patient. Reluctantly she did, she returned and told
the doctor she was finished. She never wanted to fuck another man
besides him. When he was finished, she cleaned herself up. He
left bruised on her back and buttocks, ripped her anus with his
cock and left teeth marks on her breasts. But he never asked her
to fuck another man.
Today when Jenny, the young patient who she was ordered to
seduce, clung to her when they kissed. Lisa felt something she had
never felt before, she wasn't sure but it could be love! There
wasn't anything special about the young lady, and Lisa had "fucked"
several girls. Jenny was very attractive, the round face and ass,
soft smooth skin, just forming hips and breasts, the soft down of
her pussy. She had felt something in the girl when she licked her,
the need to be loved. But for Lisa it was the power she felt as
she controlled the young woman.
Ms. Wambaugh, the office secretary and clerk, waved the nurse
over and handed her a pink note sheet. Written on it was the name
Jenny, and a phone number. Not wanting the Dr. to see it she
stuffed it into her pants pocket. Then abruptly left the front
reception area. It was late in the day, all the patients were
gone, finished for the day. Only the three staff stayed on,
finished the daily paperwork.
Lisa closed the Doctors office door behind her. As usual he
ignored her, while she undressed. It was a standing order, that
she attend to him after every special session he sends her too.
And one of the things she had to do was be exposed when telling
what happened. Since meeting the domineering man, she never wore
panties, and often wore old fashioned stockings and garter belt.
He demanded her to be ready for him at any moment.
When she wore only her heels and stockings, she came around to
his side of the desk. She waited, her hands behind her back, for
him to notice her. As usual she waited several minutes, before he
sat back and told her to sit on his lap. Every time it was
different, sometimes she was asked to bend over his desk, or lay on
her back, maybe her face on his lap. She sat as a little girl
sideways, her head on his shoulder, her legs over the arm of his
chair.
She began, "I've been bad daddy." She used a small innocent
voice. His hands squeezed her to him. "There was a very pretty
girl who...", he slipped his hand between her thighs, "I played
with..." She remembered Jenny's taste, the scent of her skin, the
sheen of the oil on her bronzed buttocks, the desperate look in her
eyes as they kissed. "...Down there." She spread her legs and
pointed at herself. His hand reached her and immediately he
slipped a finger into her. He found she was already wet, the
picture Lisa had in her mind from earlier today caused her to be
excited.
"Did you kiss her vagina Lisa?" He was starting to breath
hard.
She nodded shyly, "I couldn't help it, she was so pretty. She
did taste good daddy, much better than all the others." Two
fingers slid into her. "Was I a bad girl?"
"No Lisa, you are a good girl. But I feel like punishing you
anyway." He pulled his fingers out of her snatch. "Come here and
receive your punishment girl!"
With a little smile , she turned towards him in the big seat.
With deft fingers she unzipped him and pulled out his already hard
cock. Swiftly she sat upon him, his penis spearing into her cunt.
Lisa needed him, wanting to feel his hardness inside her. She
prayed for an orgasm, needing it after this afternoon. She felt
his eyes upon her studying her as he so often did during sex. If
she didn't please him, he would often punish her more firmly, or
degrade her until she crawled back to him. Sometimes he was cruel
for no reason.
"You liked the girl didn't you?" She saw the frown on his
face and became worried.
"No Dr. Allan, I've been waiting all day for you that's all."
She realized he noticed her excitement, the extreme wetness of her
vagina, the extra effort she put into fucking his cock. Pleasing
herself instead of him. Something she knew he did not put up with.
He pushed her off him, roughly. "Over the desk bitch!" He
stood as she positioned herself face forwards over his huge pine
desk.
Lisa felt him push upon her back, reminding her to position
her buttocks to their maximum roundness. She realized what was in
store even before he touched her. One hand pulled apart her
asscheek. Then she felt him, the blunt end of his cock touch her
anus. But he didn't stop, forcing himself into her sweaty but
otherwise dry hole. When his hairy crotch tickled her soft ass,
did he stop, pulling on her blond hair. He rode her in that
position, often slapping a asscheek or reaching around and playing
with her hard little nipples. Lisa forced herself to be quiet as
she stifled a scream of pain. Dr. Allan was indeed pleasing
himself now, and not his nurse. He knew the one thing she did
hate, was being fucked in the ass, and often used it to punish her
for real.
He pulled out of her loosened anus, but she was too scared to
move until the order was given. "Come here and finish me Lisa."
She quickly turned and dropped to her knees. This part was
familiar to her, to use her mouth to finish him off. She usually
enjoyed it, but this time his penis had been in her backside. Also
she knew if she showed any reluctance she would be punished even
worse.
She took his cock in one swallow, feeling his stomach against
her nose. Holding back the renching as the taste and smell of her
asshole came to her. Using her best technique she began to suck
him off, wanting to please him quickly. Since first meeting him,
she had been taught to suck a cock like a expert.
He lifted her hand that lay on her lap, placing a familiar
oblong object in it. "Fuck yourself with it."
Swiftly she lifted her bottom off the floor and sat on the
object. It was a dildo he sometimes used with her, she often
enjoyed it, but this time he mind wasn't on a cock but on a young
girls pussy. As she bobbed her head on his lap, she moved her
bottom, fucking herself for his pleasure. Soon the familiar grunts
of pleasure came from him. Then she felt his penis enlarge
slightly before it erupted insider her. After the first spurt of
sperm she dropped her face as far down as it would go. Knowing he
enjoyed to cum deep inside the mouth and throat.
Swiftly she dressed and quickly left, the dildo on his desk
ready for the next time he wanted to use it. Lisa could taste the
familiar flavor of the doctors sperm, but her tongue could still
remember the aftertaste of the young nubile teenager she had
tasted. Lisa went home, her days work finished.
Louise
She saw her husbands car drive up and a wave of revulsion ran
down her spine. Louise Allan, wife to Dr. Allan quickly put the
finishing touches onto her meal. Roast beef and mash potatos just
the way he liked them. Without saying a word, he entered their
home. Then came to the table and sat down. She brought the final
platter of meat to the long dining room table and sat on his right
waiting for him to start.
"Where's Linda?" He asked, while loading his plate with the
hot food.
Gently she answered, "She had a school field trip today, she
should be home by eight." He grunted. When he began to eat,
Louise began to load her own plate, though in much less quantities.
In silence they ate.
Tonight she wore the black see-through blouse and no bra,
wanting to please her husband. When they were first married, he
was the most considerate, passionate man she had ever known. Then
he started to ask for kinky acts in their marrage bedroom. At
first it was harmless, sexly lingerie, massage oils. Then it got
kinkier, he tied her up, began to use pain with her, ordered her to
do things she didn't like. When she disobeyed an order to let him
cum on her face, nothing happened. But a year ago, things had
gotten much worse. He was quick to strike her, never in the face
usually on her ass, for any indescretion. She was constantly
reminded she was for his pleasure only. So to keep his temper in
check, she tried harder to please him. Six months ago, just before
moving to the new town, he brought home a resident from the
hospital. He ordered her to fuck him. He watched her bring the
young man off three times in as many hours. Since then he watched
her suck off a gas station attendant, fuck the mailman, and
masturbate for five men neither of them knew. She also had to make
passes at women whom he liked, even once sucking her husbands cum
out of a hookers cunt. He less frequently fucked her, but
usually abused her, watched her with others, made her masturbate
while he took pictures. She was scared of him.
It was only with Linda she had any pride, their daughter, a
sixteen year-old rebelous teenager. Who loved her father and
ignored her mom. But lately, Louise noticed her husband looking at
the young girl, who had become a younger version of the mom. It
went so far, that after Linda left for school one day, he brought
his wife into the messy room and told her to dress in the clothes
of his daughter. Then he spanked her over his knee, and told her
to fight him as he began to rape her.
"The carrots are undercooked." It was a simple statement, but
Louise became very pale and froze. Knowing her husband barely
needed a reason to punish her.
It was the first time he looked at her this meal, he barely
noticed her naked busoms. "Come here Louise." She stood and came
towards her husband. He nodded towards her chest, and she
immedialy began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands trembling. She
dropped the see-through blouse onto the floor. With firm strong
hands Dr. Allan turned his wife towards the table, her back to him.
He pushed her forward onto her face and hands. With his table
knife he slit her skirt down from her waist. It fell to her feet.
As was his order she didn't wear underwear unless it was skimpy.
"Pass me the candle and butter." She handed one at a time,
knowing but praying he would be gentle.
A large scoop of butter was applied to her anus. Outside and
in, he fingered her until she was well lubricated. Then she felt
the one inch wide candlle enter her bum hole. It seemed to fill
her up, stretch her spincter muscle. Her mouth opened in a silent
scream. The candle was four inches long, and an inch wide. Dr.
Allan forced the whole thing into her, until she felt the sharp
edges slide past her anus muscle.
Then he began to spank her, his hand firm and hard, he pounded
upon her round buttocks. Making them red and very sore. "Perhaps
you'll learn next time to cook vegtables correctly." He pulled on
her hair to force her to stand up again. "After you clean up, you
may ask to remove the candle."
Dr. Allan stood and went into the family room to watch the
news. Leaving his wife standing with shaky knees and a candle up
her ass. When he said "ask", he ment beg. She would have to show
proper manners for him to give his pomision to shit out the object
in her rear. If the candle fell out, or she couldn't stand it any
longer and let it out. He would beat her, posibly tieing her to
the bed and torturing her mercilessly.
Bill
Bill Rutherford opened the sealed envelope very carefully and
dumped the contents onto his bench. Three weeks ago, the developer
had sent a note with the daily shipment. It told him that bundle
number sixteen was very interesting. That meant nudity to the
young man. Inside he found developed pictures of two women having
sex. They were very graphic and hot!
He worked at the malls photo store, the only one in town with
overnight service on pictures. When an order came in, labeled John
Adam's, Bill knew it was for the same man who took all those sexy
pictures. Five times in the last three weeks had he opened and
discovered many photos. With only a woman and the man who picked
them up being regulars. Most of the time it was just attractive,
or cute, woman with either of the regulars. Bill didn't know
anyone in any of the pictures, until today.
Sandra B., his cousins wife. She lay on her back as the man
fucked her on his table. The view was from the side and up a
little. And the room looked like an examination room. The view on
her face told him she was enjoying herself very much. Their were
thirty-six photos, all very explicit. Sandra with a large dildo-
like thing in her twat, laying on her side with a couple of fingers
in her rear, her body almost completely arched off the table as he
fucked her.
Bill had always been attracted to the pretty woman, since
first seeing her at the wedding. and had the typical male fantasy
of having sex with her. But he always knew her as a devoted mother
and wife, gentle and happy. The fact that she was screwing some
man and taking pictures with him, proved he had been wrong.
For the first time since Bill worked at the photo mart, he
sent the envelope back, for reprints. For himself! When Mr. John
Adam's came in he would be told his pictures were not ready yet,
sorry. Bill had to have a set of those pictures. What he would do
with them he had no idea.
Lisa
Jenny stood wide eyed, quietly waiting for the nurse to say
something. It was the end of the day, and Lisa was just leaving
work to head home. Not thirty feet from the office, the teenager
came around a corner and stood in her way. At the first sign of
the girl, Lisa's heart began to beat fast, but she didn't show it.
"Hello Jenny." She walked around the girl, turning her head
to make sure she followed. "What are you doing here, the office is
closed?"
"I've come to see you." She was very nervouse. "I needed to
see you."
Lisa stopped and turned back towards the girl, away from the
windows of her work. "What about?" She was acting very calm.
Jenny shrugged her shoulders, unable to say it.
"Have you come to see if I would suck you off again?"
The girl looked shocked, and startled that she was that
odvious. "N..no, of course not."
Lisa was having fun. Now understanding what the doctor
enjoyed about the power he had over other people. Well Jenny was
out of his reach, and in hers. "Perhaps you want to eat me?" This
time the girl couldn't say anything but just stood their with her
mouth open and a suprised look on her face. "Well whatever, we
can't just stand out here all night." Lisa saw that the teen was
about to give up in defeat.
"Tell me the truth did you think about me the last few days?"
She nodded. "And did you play with yourself thinking about my
tongue inside you?" Even with the tan, Lisa could see her
bloushing. Gently, "Would you like to come home with me Jenny?"
She didn't wait for an answer but turned around and walked towards
her home. Behind her the near-silent footsteps of the young girl.
Less than ten minutes, Jenny had her jacket off and was
standing in the living room looking around at the decorations.
While Lisa sat watching the pretty girl, wondering what to do next.
She decieded to be blunt.
"Take your clothes off Jenny!"
After the initial surprise the teenager began to strip.
Wearing only jeans and a tee-shirt on the outside, it didn't take
long. Her body trembled as if she was cold. And she acted shy
under the gaze of the older woman, turning her hip away, or not
looking into the eyes of Lisa. But she also looked excited,
thankfull to be standing before the nurse.
"And your underwear." The training bra fell to the floor,
then slowly, shyly, the white cotton panties followed.
Lisa stood, a foot in front of the youth, she smiled into the
girls wide eyes. "Take my clothes off."
Jenny smiled, then began to undress the woman. First the
buttons of the nurses sweater, then the skirt. Both fell to the
floor combining with the teens clothes. The shirt was next. Jenny
saw that Lisa hadn't worn any panties or bra, and also wore
stockings and a garter belt. She looked delighted. Subconciously
she licked her lips. Lisa wrapped her arms around the young girl,
her lips pressed against the other.
She looked into the others eyes, "Tell me what you want?"
Jenny blushed. "Tell me!" Firmer, harsher.
"Please lick me." She sounded desperate, nervous.
Lisa held the girls head between both her hands, and said,
"No! You eat me." It was a order.
Jenny dropped to her knees before the nurse, and stared at the
trangle of hair covering her cunny. With a firm push of her hand,
the teen opened her mouth and covered as much as she could of the
coarse pubic hair. Lisa could feel the novice mouth upon her
mound, an inch too high, so she again pushed upon the head.
Lisa jumped, the tongue slide over the sensitive clitoris
causing a jolt of pleasure to run throughout her body. The teen
moaned and caused her mouth to vibrate against the sex organ. The
woman lifted one leg up to rest it on the couch, her thighs spread
wide. The teen didn't need any more encouragement and fell upon
her bottom, her face almost straight up in the air, her lips firmly
imbedded between the thick outer cunt lips. The nurse began to
ride her crotch across the young girls face, leaving a slimy trail
of pussy juice. A tiny firm tongue forced itself through the thick
wet folds to worm into the narrow hole.
Lisa screamed. The tiny tongue felt better than any penis
had, she felt the tip flick back and forth inside her causing
another intense emotion. There was no stopping now, the woman
needed an orgasm and only this tiny young girl could give it to
her. For a year now, Lisa needed the firm kinky attention she got
from her boss, nothing else pleased her. But with Jenny, something
new had awakened inside her!
Betty
The nurse assured her nothing was wrong it was only the normal
reactions of a woman who is seven months pregnant. But the woman
wasn't so sure, her body told her something was wrong and had
demanded to be brought to the doctor. Sitting alone in the
examination room she stared at the posters and pictures that seem
to adorne every doctors office. Betty tried to breath slowly to
become calm, telling herself that the doctor would soon be here to
set things right. In the waiting room her hushand and their first
child sat and patiently waited.
When the door finally opened, Betty jumped her mind going over
all the things that could be wrong with her pregnancy. Dr. Allan
came in, his nose going over her records that her previous doctor
had kept. Quickly Betty began to tell him all the symptoms of her
alleged problem. He sat in the only seat in the room except for
the examination table and wrote out her problems a small smile
coming to his face. When she finished talking she sat back and
waited for the diagnosis.
"Well Mrs. W., these all seem like symptoms of a normal
pregnancy. But if you like I could give you an examination just to
be sure." Betty was convinced something was wrong and nodded for
him to go ahead. "Please take off your clothes and sit back on the
table."
Unlike many women, Betty wasn't embarrased to be naked with a
doctor. This was her second child and the previous doctor was
nothing more than a perfect gentleman, except his elderly hands
were a little cold. So she undressed and set aside her clothes,
until only her undys were on. She lay back on the table and placed
her heels in the stirrups.
Dr. Allan had been washing his hands then wrote another note
in her record before turning and giving her all his attention.
First he took her milk heavy breast in both hands and began to
squeeze it, touching and pressing every square inch. Then switched
to the other breast, doing the same thing.
"I'm going to give the baby an injection? Just a growth
suplement, vitamins." Again Betty nodded. A moment later it was
done, the long needle was pulled out of her huge stomach.
Then the doctor asked, "Do you give your husband oral sex?"
This surprised the woman and took a second to reply, "Uh,
yes." Her unshakeable faith in doctors told her to turn a blind
eye to his question. But a part of her sent a chill up her spine.
"How often?"
What a strange question, "A couple times a month, maybe."
Betty realized her almost naked body for the first time. And both
her hands came up and covered her large breasts. Not too
successfully.
"Does he ejaculate into your mouth?" He watched her intently,
one hand upon her large stomach.
Betty guessed the sperm her husband left inside her was
somehow causing a danger to her unborn baby. She nodded yes, then
spoke rapidly, "Its difficult to make love, so I often just..."
"Do you like the taste?"
She was stunned, her faith in doctors was becoming lost. What
had the taste of her husbands sperm have to do with her baby. She
didn't know what to say and just lay their her mouth open, without
any words coming out.
"The injection I just gave your baby, in lay-mans terms, was
a poison." Betty was stunned, frozen unsure of anything any
longer. "And the fetus will die if it doesn't get another needle
every ten days." Why? "There is no antidote." He turned away
from her and closed her folder.
After a long couple of minutes, he finally spoke. Betty had
broke down and tears were running down her face. "Until your baby
is born, you will return for another injection every week. And you
will also do anything I ask. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She didn't.
"If you tell anyone, your baby will die."
That was the last straw, Betty broke down and began to loudly
cry. Confused and scared. Why had Dr. Allan do this? She didn't
understand much of what was going on but the last words he had
spoken were very clear to her.
"Turn on your side facing me."
Betty let go of her breasts and turned on her side, her mind
going a mile a minute. Dr. Allan unzipped his trousers and quickly
pulled out his semi-hard penis. The young mother thought she was
going to pass out. Now she knew what he wanted!
"You are going to suck my cock and swallow every drop of my
cum. Do you understand?"
The one-eyed penis was less than a inch from the pretty womans
eyes. The word barely came out of her mouth, "Yes." She was
defeated, her body exausted. Betty knew her hushand could never
know, and the doctor said it was only until her baby came out. She
had to do it, for her baby's sake.
"You will do everything I ask each time you visit my office,
correct?"
"Yes."
"Do you hate me?"
Betty blurted out before she caught herself, "yes!" To be
realistic she didn't hate him, she was still too stunned and
paralyzed to feel that much of an emotion. But later she would!
"Good! Now open your mouth bitch and suck me off."
He drove forward and forced her mouth to encircle his cock.
It was smaller than her husbands by a full inch and didn't have
much problem going in. But he doctor did't just stroke in and out
of her, he slammed into her face agian and again. Betty could
taste his sweat, smell the fabric softener on his trousers. Every
sense was hightened, but not in her favor. She didnt' want to
remember this.
He was hitting her lips so hard, her teeth were cutting into
her mouth. She could taste blood and his salty pre-cum, hating it,
but also enduring every second. She wasn't an active participant,
she only lay on her side and let him fuck her face. Betty had
begun to suck upon the member, wanting to finish this torture,
knowing she could leave only after he had shot a load into her
throat and mouth.
Dr. Allan reached down and slid his hand between her cotton
panties and her enlarged stomach. The fingers were rough as they
pinched the clitoris for several seconds before sliding down lower
until two of them slide into the dry cunt hole. His arm forced her
thighs to spread, only enough for his hand to work upon her sex.
She shivered in disgust.
"I'm going to fuck your cunt next week, and the week after
that I'm going to fuck your asshole." He was breathing hard and
gasped between words. "Your going to be my little fuck toy. And
every week you'll come back for more." He laughed insanely as his
sperm hit the back of her throat. His hands holding her head
against his stomach until he was finished with her.
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