Doctor's Orders (Closed)

My name is Doctor Johnny Fartale, I am a 34 years old doctor of psychology, medication and drugs. I am the head of a private clinic for women with mental problems, though not all of them have those problems, as they mostly just come to get fucked or get free sex drugs from me.

I am a maker of sex drugs and often have a patient try one of them, after making sure no dangerous side effects were there, and had made a good deal of money on this. But though I love the sex none of the women I have fun with have the certain spark I desire, they are mostly timid, regular, simple or shy, it gets boring.

What I'd like is a sexy piece of ass with an appetite for sex and kinks like myself, but then again I had only meet few real nymphomaniacs in my work here, and they were not much fun, plain bodies, older then I'd like or just mindless fuck toys who only wanted to ride cock and nothing else.

Looking upon my next, and last, patient of the day after a pregnant Mrs. Hervendale left the clinic with a bottle of breast milk drugs in her pocket and cum running down her thighs. It was a Mrs. Summerfield, an 21 years old american, married to a well known business man who was constantly off on world wide businesses, leaving his trophy wife horny for sex. It had gone so much that she raped her own brother, gotten into four orgies and offered free sex to their neighboors, and had amazingly never gotten pregnant or diseased, she had a lot of luck there.

She was a pretty face on the picture, but I wouldn't judge her until she was face to face with me, perhaps I had found the certain spark I needed. I look myself in the mirror for a moment to straighten my tie after dressing myself properly after my last patient, deep red brown and spiky wild hair, a strong goatie along my chin, green eyes, athletic built from many hours of sex and going to the gym, dressed in a white shirt, a dark blue suit, dark blue pants and nice black shoes.

"Milly, please let Mrs. Summerfield in." I stated into the box on my desk, my beautiful secretary, a great lay during the slow days, respondign with her sultry voice and the door opened.

I frowned slightly at the pretty secretary that let me in. Taking out my mirror, I flipped it open to make sure that my long, midnight-black hair was still tucked securely in the ponytail that I kept slung over a bare shoulder. My vivid green eyes blinked twice before the mirror flipped shut.

Then the most beautiful man I had ever seen was sitting at the desk. My eyes lit up as they traveled down his body, not subtly in their heated gaze. I felt myself walking forward as I extended my hand towards him.

"Hello Dr. Fartale, my name is Ashley Summerfield. But you can call me Ashley." I glanced down at my body. I was wearing a black low-cut halter top and low-rider blue jeans. Underneath was nothing.

"I have a problem." I leaned forward so I could speak to him closely. "I had an overpowering sex drive. Is that something you could help me with?"

"A pleasure to meet you Mrs. Summerfield, please call me John, or Johnny, and yes, I heard about your case, please have a seat." Motioning for the black sofa next to a fine leather chair I guided her to lay down o nthe sofa while taking a seat on my chair. Pulling out a notebook and a pencil I adjusted my square glasses, fake glasses as I had no problem with my vision, but I was told they made me look more attractive.

"Now then, would you explain how you came to gain this overpowering sex drive? I read in your file that your husband has been out of the country since you were married, only visiting once every month for different parties and your birthdays. Has his absent from you left you frustrated?" As I asked I thought up the possible ideas to use on her, she had already a good sized chest, beautiful curves and a pretty face, perhaps one of my milk drugs that caused minor inflatation and hightened sensitivity? Oh well I will have enough time for that later, now I would focus on this sexy vixen and see what made her tick.

I smiled at his introduction and followed his instruction, laying myself on the expensive black sofa. My body stretched over the length of the sofa, making the legs on my 5'4" frame look even longer.

"Yes..." The affirmation left my lips like a hiss as I looked down at myself and crossed my legs, trying to stifle the dampness growing between my legs. I smiled at him before swallowing thickly.

"Yes, his consistent absences has left me in quite a predicament. Indicated quite well by my most recent records." I shifted yet again and laid my hands on my stomach. "I'm a very sexual woman..."

"Hmmmmm... Outside of your husband's absent, what was it that brought you become so sexually addictive? From what I understood you didn't show any sign of frustration until you suddenly just went down on your big brother while he was visiting for a night." Writing down some notes of ideas to do with her, hmmm I could fuck her here but that would be no fun, have her submitting to my will while holding her desire right out of her reach was plenty of fun though.

Uncrossing my legs, revealing the bulge in my pants, I swear even when I am not hard these pants make my cock stick out like a badly hidden gun on a swimsuit, and after a few seconds crossed them again. "I want you to tell me what it was that drove you over the edge and made you rape your brother, was he the only man who had been in the house with you so far? Did you have a brother complex on him?" Hmmmm I could have her take some orgasmic drugs, they would make her pussy and tits extremely sensitive, or why not the balm? It worked just as well and it took much faster to activate, plus I could rub it in myself while giving her orders to not have sex or fingering herself to orgasm for the rest of the day, and I would give her something as a reward.

"I'm not really sure..." I shook my head gently. My hand travel from my thigh to gently stroke my toned stomach. I inadvertently glanced down at his crotch as his legs shifted. A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed dryly. His crotch was rather prominent, and his erection was straining against his pants.

"It's a combination of things, really. It's like everything works in tandem to go against me. But before I recount those factors, I have to ask you a question." I slid off the couch and kneeled at his feet and gently pushed his legs apart.

"Is this for me?" A grin made its way to my face.

"Hmmm... depends how good you will be on our seasons, releasing tension is part of the cure but it won't do to have those tensions sealed off before we can start the relaxing treatments. But that's not for a while now." I stated calmly as she pushed my legs apart, to see my bulge clearly, seriously, it was way too tight even without an erection and I had not one yet so it would be a while before I had to pull my pants down to get some release of the pressure.

"Now explain how you came to submit to your bodily desires and get so sexually addictive? You may play with yourself if you wish, but you may not have an orgasm yet, nor may yo uplay with my manhood, until I give a clear go, is that clear?" I asked calmly as I gently too ka strong grip on her shoulder and lfited her up back to the sofa and pushed her down, havign her lay down on it, my own body still sitting on my leather chair, my cock was starting to grow hard but I had enough control to keep it from making the pressure in my pants too much.

"Uh..." I moaned at the mention of playing with myself. "Yes, I understand..." My mind barely registered his words as my hand snaked down my body to pushed gently against my mound.

"Huh?" I gasped when he finally touched me. My new-found sense of relief evaporated when he set me gently but firmly onto the couch. I groaned with suppressed need.

I refrained from playing with myself, but the need soon became overpowering and my fingers quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slipped into the denim. I took a deep breath as a finger slid into my sex.

"Yes..." The hiss of a madwoman lingered in the air as I fingered myself.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes, but you still haven't answered my questions, and if you do not answer them then i have to either punish you or have you leave for a different doctor." I stated with a stern voice, I wouldn't give this babe up for anything, but she didn't know that, I would have her crawling for me, begging to make me her master, claim her as my own, oh better keep my head clear or my pants will get too tight for me to not pull them down and claim here there. Watching her as she writhered on the couch I waited for her response, taking my time to look over her large breasts, beautiful curves and dangerously sexy movements, man this woman was a sex freak, wonder if I could make a duplicate situation like this by having another woman raised like her and then made into this situation? Would be a nice research project.

"Punish me? What kind of punishment?" I was sorely tempted to find out exactly what type of punishment he was talking about, but didn't want to risk him actually implementing his threat. Two fingers shot in and out of my lower lips to play with my clit.

"Oh god..." The moan came unbidden to my lips as I shuddered. With a great effort of will, I removed my hand to focus enough to talk.

"I've always been sexually aggressive. I had managed to keep it suppressed as best as possible throughout our marriage but it all unwound when Sean, my brother, came over for a visit. He's just so... sexy..."

"Hmmmmmm... do you know how yo ucame to become sexually agressive? Something from your childhood perhaps?" I watched her carefully as she panted and moaned ,her body sweating lightly, oh she was a beautiful speciment, I'd love to just ram my cock into her and make her my bitch.

Oh but that would be too soon, way too soon, at least one more visit, then I could make her beg and crawl to me and I'd make her mine, forver. "Would it be possible that you had a... sexual experience during your childhood days?"

"My childhood? Heh...". I drifted off, stalling to ponder if I should tell my tale. "Okay, I'm going to tell you something thay I've never told anyone else before and would like to keep this between just the two of us." I paused a second to gather my thoughts.

"You remember me talking about my brother, Sean, right? We had always been close, some would say too close. But we never paid them much heed. You must understand something, Docter. He was more than just an older brother, to me at least." I licked my lips, they were a little dry. "And I made sure that he knew it. My touches were anything but sisterly. But he always somehow found a way around them."

I slid a hand back towards my sex and resumed playing with myself at a leisurely pace. "That is until he came home one night, drunj and frustrated that his girlfriend left him with a set of blue balls when her dad caught them going at it. I remeber being drawn to his emotional high. I thought that a massage would calm him down. Boy was I ever wrong..." I swallowed at the memory, a wry smile forming on my lips. "Mere minutes after I had my hands on his shoulders, he decided that he needed another form of release. I'm not sure if he thought of me as sister anymore or not. But he suddenly flipped us around and slid himself into me. He, he, he raped me..." I trembled at the vivid memory that took place not three years ago. "My own brother raped me. And I liked it." I looked up into his eyes and offhandedly noticed that they were the same green as mine. "Does that make me a slut, John? Don't answer that. He apologized the next morning but I refused to acknowledge that he did something wrong. Just to show him that there were no hard feelings, I let him have his way with me again and again and again."

"This continued for sometime until he finally stopped it after fully realizing what we did as wrong. That was after I met my current husband." I twitched as my thumb brushed across my heated clit. The stimulated nub was fully engorged with blood and stood at rapt attention.

"The first few months of our marriage were bareble. But then it got to the point that my body demanded Sean's touch again. I invited him over for a few days. When I brought up the subject of sex, he wouldn't hear of it. So I waited until he was asleep. Then I tied his arms and legs to the bedposts and had a little bit of fun. That held me over for a few days but I had to have more. I found couples that would let me in on their sex life. But I still had to have more, always more." I paused during my monolague.

"I finally realized that I had a serious problem. My friend had been your patient for years and recomended that I should visit you. She had extremely good reviews.". I twitched again as the tingling started, signaling an expected orgasm. My fingers worked faster as I looked over at John.

"I know that you said I can't cum without your permission. But can I cum?" A gasp interrupted me. "Can I cum please?" My hips bucked against the digits thrusting into my hot snatch.

"Hmmmmmm... a brother as a crush, turned into a sexual desire for said brother, turned int osexual desire and need when married without sex after many years of incest, then turned into a permanent case of sexual need. Yes this is an unique case but not all that uncommon." I stated calmly while I wrote down some notes, and then stood up and spoke to her.

"No you may not cum Mrs. Summerfield, now I want you to strip and lay down on your front and try to keep your fingers away fro myour pussy while I give you a massage that should help your tension." She practically threw off her clothes, revealing her underwear free body, before lying down on her front, her large breasts bulging out like a big pair of pillows beneath her torso, her fingers trying to finger her pussy, but she couldn't without my permission, oh she was a natural sub this girl.

Placing some sex oil onto my hands I begin to massage it into her fine back, from neck, spine, rear legs and feet, the oil was made to cause warm sensations in the body and cause heightened sensitivity. I kept massaging for about an hour and she looked ready to orgasm just from my massage. I then stopped, cleaning my hands as she whimpered in protest, and wrote down a recipe before pulling out a bottle of fertility drugs that had a side effect of heightened sensitivity to the breasts and the vagina, became permanent in too high doses. "I want you to take two of these every day, one for the morning and one for the evening before bed, you are to not cum without my permission, you will have a meeting with me on Friday within four days, unti lthen you need to take these pills and keep yourself from cuming or having sexual contacts."

Oh it would be hell for her, the oil already in her body and now these pills, she would be drooling rivers from her thighs, and her mental state didn't allow her to cum without my permission, I was sure that she would attemtp to sway my command and make her cum during the coming four days, oh how I was going to enjoy this.

"Your wish is my command." I yelped this out quickly as my hands worked the restricting fabric off. I almost jumped onto the couch and lay there. With an extremely large amount of will, I managed to keep my fingers from making their usual home in-between my pussy lips.

"Oh god... I don't think this is helping..." A desperate whimper surprised me. The biggest surprise was that it had come from me. I had always been a strong-willed individual.

His hands were oh so sensual and that oil was absolutely amazing! But he left me in a worst state than when I started out. Oh god... How am I to last four more days like this? My body moved automatically to the door of his office before I remembered that I wasn't wearing any clothes! A great blush came to my face as I hurriedly dressed and practically ran home.

"This is going to be hell on me!" I whined to no one in particular.

The drive home felt like eternity but in reality must have lasted less than 15 minutes. A great sigh of relief saw my house. I practically flew into the front door and straight onto my living room couch. I worked on my jeans and noticed that the whole crotch area was wet!

Did I wet myself? Taking the material up to my nose, I took a sniff. Oh god... It's cum. I shuddered and started working my fingers into my pussy once again. My orgasm seemed just out of reach but I stopped.

I can't cum! This is going to be hell.

Four Day's Later

I chuckled to myself as I remembered the frantic calls I had recieved the following days, her panting, her desire, her lust and her desperation for release all over his ear as she begged to be allowed to cum. But she wouldn't get it yet, I hadn't finished with my fun yet, this time I was dressed with blue jeans, white shirt and blue jeans jacket, a casual social outfit to put thep atient on ease, and to make the ladies find my looks more rough and wild.

"Mrs. Summerfield is here for her appointment."

"Excellent, please let her in."

Soon enough came the sexually frustrated woman into my office, her body sweating, her eyes glaced with lust and her lips red from licking, biting and panting. "Please have a seat Mrs. Summerfield and tell me how my treatment went and if you followed it, to the word."

Day of the Appointment

I was a quivering mess as the pretty receptionist announced me and gestured towards the door. I had decided to forgo a bra in favor for a light summer dress with a neckline that showed a mind-boggling view of cleavage and ended a few inches underneath my ass.

I was already regretting my decision. The fabric, even though it was the softest of cottons, rubbed against my extremely sensitive nipples, causing them to turn into rock-hard points. The only thing from keeping my juices from dripping onto the floor was the red thong that was already soaked.

I must had been a peculiar sight, many a man had asked me if I had needed some help on the way here. At first, I thought that they really just wanted to help but then I noticed that gleam in their eye and realized that they meant other forms of help. That had almost been my undoing, but I kept right on walking.

The couch beckoned towards me and I allowed myself to sink into the black leather. My eyes looked over towards him and I smiled. It came out more like a grimace however.

"It's been hell..." I was practically quivering now. "I can't walk or even talk correctly. I can't even think..." I was nearly in a panic now. "Doctor, you must help me!"

"Hmmmm... strange... the medicine was supposed to help you suppress your urges. Hmmmmm... your sexual hunger must be far worse then I thought it was."Scratching my chin I wrote down some notes on my notebook, she looked good enough to eat, I could practically smell her fertility in the air, now I just had to place the hook, the line and then the sinker and reel her in.

"Perhaps we should try a different method, telle me about your deepest fantasies, those that turns you on the most and which person, or persons, you wish to preform those fatnasies with." Hehe oh this was mean and crel watching her needy body twitch with desire as she opened her panting lips to speak up, I was sure she would soon look like she was on drugs, staring into empty space, imagining her fantasies as she spoke of the. Then I could sink my teeth in and start her training to become my personal fuck toy.

"Yes... It must be. I trust you doctor." I let off a low shudder at his suggestion. "My fantasies? I'm not sure what my fantasies have to do wit this, but..." My hand cupped and squeezed a breast through the material of the dress. "Do you mind?"

"I've always wanted to be... treated roughly." I swallowed moistly. "Tied up and treated roughly." My eyes met his and I smiled weakly. "And at the center of my most recent fantasies is...you."

"Pain... is a new concept for me. And I would like to explore it." I was looking him in the eye but my mind wondered elsewhere. I shuddered at the thoughts that ran through my head.

"Hmmmmm... interesting..." I watched carefully until her eyes were unfocused, her hands rubbing her breasts, I had already prepared, I had a hook on the ceiling and the rest of my meetings canceled, ropes nearby along with handcuffs. Soon as she was rubbing her breasts frantically, on the edge of release, I grasp her arms and lift her up from the couch and cuff her arms above her head and hang over on the hook, her feet barely touching the floor.

Before giving her any chance of focusing I stuff a small egg vibrator into her pussy as I lift up the hem of her dress, making her tense and frantically thrust against the vibrator for release, but couldn't get it as she needed cock. "This is your punishment for nearly breaking the rule Mrs. Summerfield, you were to not orgasm, now we will have the next of the season like this." I undress her and her naked body is on display for me and I sit down on my chair again, her body dangling in front of me, and I speak up.

"Now then, continue where you left of, and no attempts for orgasm again or I will make it worse for you."

"Huh?" My mind groggily registered his movement too late. Rough hands grasped my elbows and lifted me up. I offered little resistance as my hands were cuffed over my head and I was suspended by my wrists.

"Arh-" I gasped as the strain on my shoulders forced my toes to push off the ground to support my body. "What are you doing?" I twitched as a small round object was inserted into my overheated sex. It was barely a second later when it buzzed, sending a shock throughout my body. I felt as my body struggled against my restraints.

"Arh!" I cried out as his hands stroked my flesh as my clothes slipped off to lay on the floor in a heap. Dr. Fartale slipped into his chair with a smug look on his face.

"Now then, continue where you left of, and no attempts for orgasm again or I will make it worse for you." His voice was so deep and sensual that another tingle ran through my body. I pulled against my hands, but it was all in vain.

My eyes were wild as they darted from item to item in the room before settling on John's observant gaze.

"Let me go!" I whimpered, breathless as I hovered on the edge of a massive orgasm but unable to go over. "Please!" Tears welled up in my eyes and I closed them, refusing to let him see me so weak, so vulnerable.

"No my dear, this is your treatment, now keep going, or I will make things worse." I held up the remote control to the vibrator, and showed her that it was only on the lowest setting, for each time she didn't follow my command, I would raise it, then lower it, never giving her the release she wanted.

"Now then, you thought about me binding you up and bringing you physical pain while having sex with you? Then this treatment should fit you as I have bond you, just not given you pain yet. So tell me, what else have you desired to cause you to become so sexually addictive." With my voice calm and stern I keep my eyes lowered, not looking at her sexy body as she wiggled in her bonds, but I didn't need to as I had a perfect view from the slight reflection in the coffee table, mmm yeah watch those titties jiggle, she was almost ripe for the taking, I justh ad to sink my claws in a bit more.

"Dear God!" I cried out at the remote he held in his hand. He had me at a loss and he knew it!

"But I didn't..." Dr. Fartale raised the vibrator two levels, causing me to arch my back and leave the ground. When I was just moments away from a mid-blowing orgasm, he lowered the power setting and denied me my orgasm.

"Arg!" I screamed out my frustration toward the heavens. "But you were supposed to be fucking me!" I heard myself whine as my body thrashed, desperate for release.

"Please, John, let me cum. I'll do anything!" My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as my eyes clouded over. "I'll do anything."

"Now now, tell me more, let it all out, tell me what caused your asexual addiction to manifest." I stated in a calm voice as I kept my eyes on the notepad in my hands, she was just there, once she had given me the answer on the question, I could start, the 'treatment' and the 'cure'. My favorite part of the whole thing, and it got me so much more then your average payment check as I finished it, mmm it makes my mouth water. She is ripe and ready, but just needs a little flavoring, before I devour her, body and soul.

"Oh God..." I groaned as he continued to sit on his chair. "Please, I don't want to tell you." He gave me a disinterested look. "Fine, I'll tell you. Remember Christina? She was one of your patients and the friend that I talked to you about. She had this pills and I took one of her spare bottles without her knowing it. I was hoping it was a depressant for my condition."

I shuddered and nodded jerkily at the purse on the ground. "I read the label and it said Therminetriascolate." Little did I know that Therminetriascolate was a powerful aphrodisiac designed by the Dear Doctor to gradually increase lust. "Ever since then, I started losing control."

Tears worked their way down my face as my body was racked with shudders, shudders of need and desire that had been unfulfilled for far too long. I feared for my sanity as my eyes glanced wildly around the room, looking for something. What that something was I did not know.

"Mmmmm... well that's unfortunate, that medicatio nwas specifically designed for Christina and not for others to take, she has a lack of sex drive with her boyfriend, who she dumped after discovering him cheating on her with a hooker. The drug permanently raises the sexual needs of the taker, for you who already had high sexual drive, it must have gone through the roof. Good thing you only took one pill or you would have been a drooling vegetable who'd kill for sex or hunt anyone smelling of sperm." Finishing my detailed words I stand up and pull out the vibrator from her pussy and gently rub her pussy with my fingers.

"I am afraid I cannot do anything to remove your urges, not without high medical treatment that might take years, but I do not think you would be willing to do such a treatment. It onvolves you coming here every week, every weekend or so, and let me release your urges for the week, it will gradually satisfy your needs, but it will take time. So are you willing to go through the treatment or shall I have to shift you to a specialist?" I then rapidly begin to rub her pussy, but doesn't give her release, and unnoticed by her glazed eyes begin to unbuckle my pants and unzip them, once she broke, she was mine.