Resignation Letter

[poohlive]

"This is not quite a school, but it feels like it some days. All of the women you seen are here for the same illness. In the west coast, this is the most exclusive mental sanitorium that deals with female hysteria. Here I have developed my method for mental health and stability."

He got up, sitting down next to her, one hand on her shoulder, while the other slowly snaked up her leg. Cruel warm delicate fingers still fresh with her scent trickled up her thigh.

"It is a simple treatment, based on rewards and punishment. A woman can control herself, just as a man, but she chooses to let go of that control."

He saw her legs part, those thighs opening ever so as his hand ran up, under the dress.

"Do you see there?" He said, rough as he talked to her, his mouth against her skin now, close to her ear, almost whispering, "You are stimulated and want more, but you chose to open your legs, to act like a common whore instead of a woman."

Fingers once more brushed up against her clean cunt, still wet, still fresh from before. They found her clit, rubbing.

"Punishment comes when you give yourself over from that control. It is designed to show you how dirty and wrong those feelings are. How wrong is this, right here, how wrong is it, to have some stranger touching you for the second time today, and you not stopping him? You must be punished, you will be."

 

[save_marla]

He sat down on the bed before she could react, and put his arm around her like a sweetheart, holding her next to him as his other hand trailed up her thigh. She froze at this unexpected attention, not knowing whether she ought to resist or allow it. His smooth voice in her ear, so very cool and controlled, set her trembling again. He was her only possible ally. Camille parted her legs slightly as his fingers sought the heat between her legs. This was the treatment, was it not?

But his words made her stiffen in distaste and at once she tried to close her thighs again, only succeeding in clapping his hand tightly between them as he held her struggling body close, still crooning in her ear. Tears stung her eyes as his fingers closed on the sensitive bud between her folds, and she jerked her head away in defiance of this lesson. Her outrage was complete when he pointed out the wrongness of her actions, and she struggled in earnest, trying to wrench out of his hold. She would not stay in this place to be continually insulted, this was not therapy!

 

[poohlive]

"You see, now I know this is fake. That is why I do not tell women the rules until I have tested them first."

He pulled her down on the bed, forcing her to lay back. His hand got a better angle at her cunt, and he plunged two fingers inside, purposely, probing, forceful. They invaded her deep center, touching and fouling it.

"Then, they feel they can just play along. Resist it, and I will let them go on to their life of sin and degradation. You are sick, and the sooner you accept it, the sooner I can help you."

He pulled his hand up, showing her his fingers once more. The cool sweet tang of juice running from his fingers. He forced them into her mouth.

"There! Taste it, taste what horrible thoughts you must be thinking now. What do you imagine, huh? That is is me, that it is some stranger, do you imagine anyone at all? Or, rather, you just want to present yourself, and the first person who comes along to touch you gets to have you?"

He lifted the dress, which was not hard to do, until her cunt was clearly showing before closed legs. His fingers were slick though, and wormed inside of her too easily. Far too easily.

 

[save_marla]

Her breath was knocked out of her when he flung her to the bed, and she shrieked soundlessly, flailing against him as he brutally shoved two fingers into her again. She wheezed the word NO! and clawed at his arm, trying to tear him away. Her voice came back just in time for her to gag and choke on his fingers, gurgling the taste of her sex (familiar now) in the back of her throat. She retched, but he only pushed his fingers deeper until her empty stomach heaved and hitched. When he removed them, she croaked, “I do not present myself to you, Dr. Swift – please, let me alone!”

His response was to flip her dress up over her hips and to drive his fingers into her defenseless cunt with more force than before. Camille bleated out in protest, but, in spite of her distress, found that his entry was much smoother, this time. He shoved deeper and her back arched, thrusting her chest forward in the thin dress, and she moaned and rocked her hips to accommodate the depth. At the same time, she felt a watery ripple of sensation curling in her belly. Reflexively, she squeezed her thighs together, pressing against his hand, before she could stop herself. But then it was only his pounding fist, jarring her insides painfully, making her writhe in agony. Babbling senselessly, her only objective to make him stop, she blurted out, “Please, doctor! I don’t want to cum, like a whore – please stop, please help me!”

 

[poohlive]

The doctor leaned up, looking at her legs forced together, knees touching. He used both of his hands to pry them apart. There was a moment of resistance, but as soon as he legs parted from their touch, they eased to her side easy enough.

Too easy.

"Do you think you will cum once more? Like a common whore?" He asked, fingers once more inside of her, teasing, playing, touching as he was. His lips came out, hot against her skin, pressing into her neck, playing the dirtiest of fantasies with her.

"What if I said I wanted you? If I did not want to be your doctor, or cure you, but just take you? What if I said it was my own weakness that I was here? You looked so delicious in the carriage, I could not help myself, and I was weak."

He looked at her then. Those weak eyes, pleading with her, struggling to find some solace, some peace for his shameful guilt.

"I saw you, and wanted you, I know it was wrong. But, it felt so good. Doesn't it feel good sometimes, to do something you shouldn't?"

His tongue came out, hot upon her skin, licking down where her neck met her shoulder.

 

[save_marla]

She shrieked as he forced her knees apart again, sparing her no dignity, and she let herself go limp in despair – should she exhaust herself, fighting him? His teasing words made her insides clench around his fingers, and she shuddered at his gentle kisses, such a horrid contrast.

She moaned at his words, thinking it another cruel trick, wailing to drown out the words. But when she looked up at him and saw the pained sincerity in his burning gaze, she felt another fear, blossoming like a black rose in her heart. Camille tried again to pull her legs together, but he was too strong, she was completely at his mercy.

Her voice wavered as she tried to ignore his hot wet tongue trailing down her neck, “Dr. Swift, you know that I am a married woman – you m-mustn’t…”

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, I know you are married. And I am supposed to be your doctor, I'm supposed to heal you, help you. I don't want to though, I just want to touch you, feel you, lick you."

His cock sprang to life against her. With each moment of her thigh, she graced his ever hardening cock. He whimpered, taking one of her hands, guiding it to her.

"How wrong it is. For both of us. We should stop... we need to, but I can't."

He licked her, licked her tender neck with a weakness he knew he could not control. His moan against her was hard, fast in her ear as he felt her fingers grasp around his cock.

His own fingers still worked at her cunt. Forcing themselves deep inside, pressing against her clit, rubbing it with a more gentle ease than before. He did not want to make her cum, he only wanted to please her.

"I am so weak, I could no control myself..."

 

[save_marla]

Camille felt a stiffness she recognized from her amorous encounters with David – a wife’s duty, so long as the husband did not expect it too often, and was gentle. She tried to pull away but he caught her hand and placed it on his hardening crotch. His whimper frightened her more than anything he could say to her – was he such a slave to his desires? Would he lose all control if she gave him the wrong signal?

His next words, such an admission of defeat, broke her paralysis and she struggled violently again, screaming the words, “You MUST – doctor, please! You MUST stop!”

She whined feebly, feeling the warm tip of his tongue tracing the lines of her neck, and his answering moan struck her with a deeper fear. She squirmed as his fingers coaxed another unexpected spasm of giddy pleasure, and sighed, feeling her cheeks grow warm again at her reaction.

She cleared her throat and tried to speak calmly, but his fingers did not stop moving, and her voice shook with her emotions. “Doctor Swift, I must ask you to stop this. Please – leave this room until you have regained control of yourself. I must insist.”

 

[poohlive]

He did not hear her, at least he did not understand her. The words themselves came up to his ears, but they were nothing more than the twisted moans of frustration coming from her. Instead, his thoughts were more towards her body, the way it moved, how it reacted, weakening.

Each push away was weaker, smaller, and each move to guide him, to excite from his touch grew. She had not left his cock though. He did not force her to keep her hand there, and yet it remained on his manhood, throbbing and pulsing beneath her fingers.

"I can feel it. Feel your body, what you really say. I know you must say no, I know that it is proper for you to say no, but I can feel you under each of my touches, I feel you now... look."

His thumb ran along her clit, attacking it, teasing it roughly, proving his point. He watched that rexsolve grow weak, thos hips arch up, demanding for more touch.

"You can say no all you want, but don't deny what you feel, don't deny that lust inside"

 

[save_marla]

Camille held her tongue. She wanted to protest that - if she was indeed so ill as to desire him, too - then he must treat her, help her overcome these strange feelings! But he was so changeable, she did not want to -

Her thoughts disintegrated and she was senseless of everything except his thumb teasing her clit. A powerful rush of pleasure flooded her whole body, and she felt it reacting, in spite of her wishes. Her legs spread a little wider and she thrust her hips from the bed, following his fingers as he took them away.

His words made her weep a little, in sheer frustration, and she asked herself again, why she was fighting him? What could she do to stop this? Her screams would only be lost in the cacophony in the hallways, unheeded by his staff. She felt her sex, hot and wet and exposed like sliced fruit, aching for his touch. He would take her anyway, was it not more dignified to accept her fate?

"I - I don't deny those feelings any longer, doctor.." she murmured, shifting her weight on the bed to be more comfortable. Her cheeks flushed hotly as she hesitated before adding, "If you must do this, please do it quickly."

 

[poohlive]

He stopped kissing her as soon as those soft words left her mouth. Already he turned cold and bitter toward her, nodding at her own hidden realization. He did not desire her, never would desire a woman like that. But, look, look how weak a few words and few touched could get to her.

"I knew it. You can say all you wish, deny what you will, but I know what is inside. I know that true sickness. How easy does it take to bring out that whore in you? A simple touch, a few well said phrases against your ear and you take yourself over?"

He climbed on top of her, between her legs. He forced her thighs to part for him, dominating over her, standing there, her legs around him whether she wanted them or not.

"Look how sick you are. Look at yourself. What would you husband think? I must tell him, I must tell him everything about you. Detailed versions of what you did, of how you wanted to cheat on him with a perfect stranger. Is that what you want?"

He pulled down his pants, his cock coming out. It was large, thick, and throbbing against her creamy thighs. He pressed it against her sex, holding her down to stop from squirming.

"Oh, look at that. It does turn you on. To be taken like this, even against your will? But it's not. You want this... what did you say, just so long as it is quick? Is it easier for you to cheat on your husband so long as it does not happen slowly?"

His cock pressed against her slit, the head pushing inside, watching her sweet cunt, flowing with juice come out and grip him. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to watch.

"See? This is what you want, isn't it? This is how a whore should be treated."

 

[save_marla]

“No…no!” Camille wailed, bringing her hands up to her face in despair as she shook her head from side to side. He was heartless, he spared her no mercy – his cruel little digs wearing down her resolve until she was deeply heartsick and confused, feeling little else.

She uttered an open-mouthed sob as he crawled between her legs, his endless scathing tirade seething in her ears. Her stomach cramped in dreadful anticipation, but she could not bring herself to look up at him, only shaking her head more violently, thrashing on the bed, and moaning to drown out his talk of her husband! She could not bear to think of David now – yet, unbidden, as indifferent as the good doctor, her mind conjured up his face in the darkness – just as she felt the warm nudge of flesh, probing her cleft.

He held her, unyielding as she let out a wild-eyed shriek, more animal than woman, and twisted her hips, trying to prevent his entry. He manipulated her thin body as easily as a rag-doll, propping her up to watch him slide his organ into her with intolerable sloooowness. She sobbed ceaselessly, feeling him plumb her secret depths, feeling her own slick wetness betraying her, seemingly by his will.

She lay still on the bed, jarred by his thrusts, her face turned to the wall. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her chest hitched with sobs, but otherwise she made no sound. Terribly shocked and dazed by what was happening to her, Camille remained sentient enough to know that she must neither hinder him nor aid him, in his endeavors. She lay limp, and waited for it to be over.

 

[poohlive]

His cock searched her, probing, invading that sweet hole of hers. It burrowed down deep, taking away that warmth of her, that sweet heat that a cunt always posessed. This was not sex, it was rape, taking something from her. Sweet and deep within her, her body limp and decayed around his touch.

She neither accepted it or denied it, she merely endured such a horrible touch.

"You can't do that to me now. You can not get lost in yourself. That is the first mistake. Many women with this affliction get lost. They realize who they are, and find themselves trying to run from it, hide from it."

He rammed his cock inside of her, shifting so that her poor cunt got the full brute force of his body. She collided with him, crashed into him. Her arms forced around him, her legs curled up, thighs pressing wonderful against him.

"Look at you. You look so beautiful," He leaned down, his lips upon her neck, kissing, caressing her sweet tendered flesh. When he entered her, it was so gentle, so soft. He made love to her, wanting her to feel his cock slowly push inside. Every vein sticking out, every sweet throb of his cock, caressing her sweet pink walls.

"Such a beautiful whore," He grabbed her hair, forced her up, to look down at what they were doing, look at her beautiful legs wrapped around him, her cunt spreadinw ide open as he forced his way inside. He bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth, biting it, chewing it, twisting it in his mouth with his teeth, humiliating her, degrading her.

He calmed down though, he relaxed, his tongue coming out to lick her poor wounds. His body on top of hers, colliding with pleasure, easing out that sweet silk of passion between them.

 

[save_marla]

As it burrowed into her, Camille wondered dimly if David’s organ had ever delved so deeply – she couldn’t remember. It was always such a hasty, bashful, clumsy affair – she had never really paid attention. And now it seemed she felt every fraction of an inch as the doctor lunged into her, forcing his way – she felt every sensation, the thatch of hair around his manhood tickling her thighs, his eager sweat, wet against her skin, the musky scent of his lust filling her nose. She marked every detail of this terrible encounter with the attentiveness of a schoolgirl forming a cherished memory.

His rough voice broke through her clouded thoughts, but before she could understand his meaning, his rhythm turned savage, ramming her inside, sending a jolt of unimagined pain through her very core. She curled around him instinctively, like an impaled insect, dying on its back, and her head bounced against the mattress with his efforts.

Then – inexplicably – he paused again, leaning down to nibble at her throat, and when he resumed, it was with a tenderness unusual for a man. As her abused cunny tried to relax, she felt her body reacting to his touch, responding much more quickly than before.

She tried to scream when he hauled her up again, forcing her to watch him penetrate her, but her voice failed her beyond a hoarse squeak. For the thousandth time, Camille wondered how their professional relationship had degenerated so rapidly… Her wordless screams were deafening in her own ears when she felt his teeth close on one bared nipple and twist ruthlessly. Her hands flew up again, this time to clench in her hair – she couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t fathom what was happening to her, and her ululating, throaty sobs resounded in the room long after his thrusts stopped and he collapsed onto her, his seed oozing from between her thighs.

 

[poohlive]

He thrust a few more times, softly, his cock still hard inside of her, as if trying to pus his seed further into her body. Eventually he came out of her though. It was a dirty sickening flop, juices trailing down her body, pooling around her ass. He fell down next to her, catching his own breath.

She looked beautiful, she really did. And confused. Moreso than before. What had happened? Did she like it? Wonderful thoughts of confusing running through her mind, especially the ones that surrounded his gentleness with her, and the words he spoke earlier. Was he playing a game with her, or had his weakness been shown, was he desperate for her body?

He finally got up, going back to his notepad to write a few more things about her. Then he showed her the care package.

"There are supplies in here for you. Soap, shampoo, perfume everything you will use regularly, to be nice and clean. There is a razor as well, you are to shave every hair from your body, except your head. That is standard procedure. There will be an orderly in here in an hour to check up on you. You will get cleaned, and clean the sheets as well. Whenever this happens, it is the patient's job to clean up the mess, no matter where it is. I gave you special circumstances in the carriage, but only because this is your first day."

He smiled to her, as he paused at the door.

"I did not lie when I said you were very beautiful."

His lips moved, as if he were about to say something eelse, but then he simply closed the door behind him, leaving her all alone.

 

[save_marla]

She had cried herself into a fierce headache, punctuated by thin pain as she pulled her tangled fingers from her hair and half sat up, staring at him mutely. She was sticky from the breasts down, with their mingled sweat and his pooling spend. She felt a sort of silent desperation, watching him jot a few notes in his book, as casually as if he were alone in his office. Camille made no move to decently cover herself – a sullen despondency had fallen over her. She glanced with little interest at the care package he described, seemingly a precious luxury, in these austere rooms – but the suggestion that she shave completely, that she do so regularly – she simply could not grasp it, in her bewildered state.

Not hearing his words, her heart began to race as he moved toward the door – he was leaving her, at last – some peace! Camille remained still, like watched prey, as he looked down at her from the doorway. And again, he called her beautiful… As he closed the door behind him, she felt herself give way to violent trembling – she no longer wondered about the strangely listless girls she had seen upon her arrival – she was beginning to feel it was only a matter of time, before she lost her tenuous grip on sanity.

She lay on the bed in the sticky mess for several minutes, listening to her heart pound, trying to believe that he was gone. She felt the sudden, dragging urge to just turn over and go to sleep, just close her eyes and shut out this place – but one nagging thought would not let her succumb. He’d said an orderly would be checking on her, to see that she had followed his directions. In one hour.

If she had learned anything during the doctor’s attentive visit, it was that if she did not follow directions, she would be forced. She sat up and looked over at the parcel he had left behind. A basin of water stood on the windowsill. Gingerly, Camille slid off the bed, feeling the cold smear of the doctor’s seed between her thighs, and took up the package to attend to her toilette. It was an awkward task, and she nicked herself several times, shaving, but she managed well enough. When she was finished, she stripped the bed and scrubbed the sheets in the basin water, and hung them across the narrow room to dry. She changed into another scrap of a dress and was washing out her cum-slimed frock when she heard someone in the hall outside her door.

 

[poohlive]

"Present yourself," He spoke, a soft boring tone in his voice as he entered the room, a call sheet in one hand and a well chewed pencil in the other.

He was a large man, bulging biceps and thick thighs beneath a white orderly shirt. He had short brown hair in a crew cut, and deep dark eyes. He didn't look up at her at first, only glancing around the room and at the order of it.

"Nice and clean," He looked at her, frowning.

"Present yourself."

She did nothing. He glanced at his chart. She must not have been taught. She had only been signed in an hour ago. Usually the doctor likes to teach them himself, but apparently he didn't have enough time.

That was all right. From the look of what she was cleaning, he could tell why.

"Whenever an orderly or a doctor asks you to present yourself you are to immediately go down to your knees. You will lift your skirt or dress up, revealing yourself for inspection. You arch your back, but your head is lowered, not to make eye contact. You are then inspected."

He spoke clearly and plainly the rules, and stood there expecting her to get down upon her knees and do it. She didn't seem to though, and it only took a second for anger to stir in those vacant eyes of his.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck, and gently but firmly pushed her down to the ground, on her knees. He kicked them so they spread out, and lifted her skirt high enough to see between her legs.

"I have a schedule to keep, you are not to make me late, do you understand? If a patient does not present herself when asked, she gets a punishment."

He took his hand from the back of her neck and began looking her over, filling out paperwork here and there.

"No, you shaved all wrong. There are still hairs, stubble. You are to be completely clean. Take off your dress and lie down on the bed."

 

[save_marla]

She stood staring at him, hearing but not understanding his casual order, even when he repeated it. She could do nothing but stare up at this huge man filling her doorway – she dared not guess at his meaning.

Her gaze fell on the chart cradled in one arm, and she wondered suddenly what he had been told about her. Must she assume that her first meeting with anyone here would be tainted by the doctor’s diagnosis of her? Would they all look upon her with the same spite?

The orderly regarded her patiently, eyeing the dirty basin water, and calmly explained to her another one of the house rules. Her nostrils flared in disbelief at his description of the expected behavior, and she pressed her lips tightly together to keep from protesting. So, any of the men here could order her to her knees and to expose herself! Camille was sickened all over again at the way he ran this so-called institution.

In a heartbeat she found herself on the floor, knees thudding in a painful landing on the scarred hardwood floor, a heavy hand on the back of her neck, forcing her down. A brief, half-hearted resistance assured her that her eyes had not deceived her – the man was an ox. As a final insult, he kicked her knees apart, and though she yelped in surprise, she made no move to close them. In one swift motion, he had flipped her skirt up above her waist.

She lowered her head in chagrin, flinching at his stern warning. She resolved to remain completely still while he inspected her – she would not be any trouble – but already she could feel her body quivering in apprehension. She closed her eyes as he approached her and bent to examine her carefully. She could hear the scratch of his pencil, and every muscle tensed for in anticipation of his touch, but it did not come.

His disappointment was audible, a note of impatience in his voice as he shook his head at her fine handiwork, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. Her body stiffened at his instructions to lie naked on the bed before him, and she found her voice at last to blurt out, “I-I’ll do it again! Please – it is my first day, I’m sorry – I didn’t know! Finish your rounds – and when you return, I-I promise, you will be satisfied.”

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, is that how things go around here?" He said, looking down at his chart. There was a bit of confusion playing on his eyes, shifting his focus from the chart back to her.

"Well, then I will go and return."

But he did not move, instead he growled, once more grabbing her by the back of her neck and throwing her onto the bed. His muscles did not betray him, they flew her through the air as if she weren othing more than a whisp of cloth to do with as he pleased. He grabbed her dress, tearing it in two, ripping it right down the front, exposing all of her.

"This is your first day, and what is why I am not giving you the collar to wear right away. But you will remember this, whenever you are given an order, you follow it immediately. You do not stall, you do not hesitate, you do not ask to try it your way. You do as you are told."

He took the small pieces of what used to be her dress and threw it to the side, where the pail of dirty water lay, cum floating on the water. He grabbed the razor she had been given, and began to apply it to her legs.

"This is sharp, I would not move if I were you," He warned, running the naked blade up her creamy thigh. He worked with careful precision. Each twist of the blade touched against her skin, a cold passionate embrace with such a crude instrument. He made sure it never cut her though, each length was nothing more than a shivering kiss upon her flesh.

He got up to her cunt now. He ran the razor down the sides, cutting up that peach fuzz, and the hard bristles that she had not gotten the first time around. He could feel her beginning to squirm, his eyes fierce, angry, running up her naked body.

"You are trying to make my day difficult, aren't you?" He shoved two fingers deep inside of her cunt, forcing them inside, curling them up so it was like he had her in some sort of grip now. He could move her, control her, his fingers inside of her twisting and turning her like a compliant rag doll.

"Our patients are allowed a little strip here," He said, letting the razor touch upon the flesh just above her clit, "Just a tiny trail, nothing more. Some find it appealing, others decorate it. But make no mistake, you are supposed to come to us clean. Clean, free from hair, from dirt. You are bare now, naked, and you must expose everything if you are to be cured. That is what the doctor said."

He emphasized his words by twisting his grip inside of her cunt, making sure she understand what was expected of her.

 

[save_marla]

She whimpered in real fear before she felt his hand cuff the back of her neck and throw her to the bed, and squeezed two hot tears indignant shame as he tore the cheap dress from her in one motion. She lay still, as she had with the doctor before him, and this assault seemed as horrible a degradation as anything she had endured in the doctor’s care. Her skin went cold as she felt the razor gliding up her leg, and she kept her eyes closed, knowing that she had ruined the blade in her earlier attempts. But the orderly was meticulously careful, and left her body shivering at the chilly specter of slashed skin.

Camille moaned when the blade touched her crudely barbered sex, and then wept silently at this final sloughing off of what remained of her dignity. She found herself half expecting the fingers that violated her – was it not everyone’s right, here? And she twisted her hips to relieve the pain, even if pleasure was the dreadful alternative. His intimate knowledge of a woman’s sex, and of the doctor’s preferences, were too much to be borne, and she fought him again as he took steps to make her hairy mound conform to these standards.

It was useless, of course – her small homebody was a blade of grass crushed in his fist, and her struggles only confused her body until she began to respond sexually, again.

Knowing that he would feel the change in her, she raised her voice in authoritative tones, “I-I demand to see Dr. Swift immediately! I will not be manhandled by the likes of you – I tell you, I will NOT!”

 

[poohlive]

"Is that right?" He said, forcing his fingers into her now, no longer playing that he was doing it simply for the job. His fingers were pressing against her sweet little cunt, pushing in to see just how far he could go. She had not been stretched out much at all. How interesting, this he would have to tell the rest of the staff. They loved the new ones.

"All right, I'll call Dr. Swift," His fingers left her, a soft pop as they were released from her cunt. He placed them against his lips and licked all of the juice off of them. A dirty sick smile wrapping around his face.

"Don't move, we'll return in a minute."

He left the room. There was time to herself, for herself. It was locked after him, so she could not leave. The dress, ripped, next to the basin of soiled water, dried cum and other things still floating in its recess.

When Dr. Swift returned, he had more than confused look on his face as the orderly showed him in.

"What is wrong?" He said, glancing down at his chart, "I was only gone for an hour or so, and you are already stirring up trouble. Oh, this will not go well for you."

The orderly nodded his head, "I was simply helping her with her hygiene, giving some pointers, and she demanded to see you. She said she did not want to be manhandled by me."

"Manhandled? Oh goodness, were you mistreating her?"

"Not at all Doctor Swift, let me show you," He came up on her, pushing her down on her back, forcing his two fingers up inside of her, "I simply held her down like so as I began to shave her."

Doctor Swift came over to inspect the touch. He ran his fingers down to her cunt, pressing one inside, three fingers wiggling inside of her, as he felt how far this orderly had gone.

"I don't see anything wrong," He said, taking out his finger, letting it linger upon her clit, flicking it, while the orderly began pressing in and out of her.

"There's nothing wrong, is there?" He said, looking down at Camille, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

 

[save_marla]

She groaned as the orderly’s fingers pushed deeper into her, his knuckles meeting bone and making her ache, before he pulled them out and agreed to find the doctor. Camille cringed and turned away from the sight of him licking his slick fingers. She was surrounded by monsters, here.

In his brief absence, she shivered on the stripped bed, thoroughly unprepared for the doctor’s return. His manner was impatient as he stepped into her small room again, and she curled into a fetal position as both men approached. The orderly explained his case, and with remarkable ease, pushed her down and regained his position up inside her. She grunted, feeling the aching fullness of his hand again, and in growing horror, felt her body beginning to react again. Her cunny clenched around his fingers, tried to draw them in deeper, and her hips writhed, grinding out some small pleasure. She gasped as the doctor introduced his finger slowly, stretching her beyond endurance, and she whined like a cat, lifting her hips, trying to relieve the ache.

He withdrew his finger, unconcerned of her misery, and the orderly’s fingers slid more easily in and out of her as the doctor played casually with her clit until her back arched and she thrust her pelvis up to meet him. She tried to answer him, gabbling breathlessly, “No-nno-no, he did-didn’t...oh please, stop!”

She felt it again, tipping over the edge of self-control and dissolving into the mindless spasms of pleasure, and Camille burst into tears at her immodesty and sobbed. The force of her emotion only prolonged her orgasm, until her body rocked with combined ecstasy and humiliation.

Her shoulders shook with sobs long after the shudders of orgasm had subsided, but she made no sound. Her mind whirled at what she had just let happen, again, and she hugged herself on the bed and pushed her face into the mattress. When she could find her voice, it was to moan weakly, “Please help me, Dr. Swift. I-I can’t continue like this, I’ll go mad…”

 

[poohlive]

Dr. Swift watched her body begin to thrash and writhe against their simple touch. It only took a moment before she submittied and came all over the poor orderly's hands. What had the orderly been doing, simply pressing in and out, while he toyed with her clit?

Could such a small stimulation truly do that to her? Or was it something more? Was she such a whore she got off on stranger's fingers playing and toying with her. He had to find out the true problem before he could help her.

"I need you to tell me exactly what excites you," Dr. Swift says, as he leans down next to her, pressing his finger against her lips so she could suck off her own juice. He nodded for the orderly, who began to undress.

"In order to help you, I need to know what stimulates you more. Is it the body? Could anyone simply touch you like this and you would become excited? Is sex like this with your husband?"

The orderly, big, strong, muscular, got onto the bed, between her legs, throwing them easily over both of his shoulders as he plunged into her. He had a thick cock, very thick, and it was slowl pressing inside of her.

Swift made her watch, as usual, forcing her head up, pulling her by the hair, to see her cunt open and take on this fresh new cock for the day.

"Tell me exactly what sends you over the edge, why you keep getting off even though you do not enjoy these acts, unless, you finally admit that you do enjoy them? Because your mouth can say no all day long, but your body will orgasm at the slightest touch, my sweet."

 

[save_marla]

His fingers were at her lips again, and this time she parted them compliantly – he seemed to want her to know her own taste and scent, wanted her to have the taste of her sin in her mouth at all times. But her eyes widened as she watched the orderly shed his uniform and approach the bed, the head of his turgid organ nearly the size of her closed fist. Camille tried to scramble away, but he caught her as easily as before, and forced her legs up over her head as he drove into her without finesse. Her sex was, by now, raw and swollen after the attentions it had received, and she bit her fingers to keep from screaming as the orderly pounded her.

Doctor Swift held her and made certain she saw it all, her torn nether lips clinging to the thick cock that inched its way deeper. As the orderly battered her insides, she felt that edge of sweetness, like stubborn bits of kindling that would not catch fire.

She looked up at the doctor – was this what he wanted from her? Hesitantly, she began to speak, her voice jostled by the violent thrusts of the orderly between her legs. “I – I don’t enjoy these acts, Doctor Swift – I know it is sinful and improper. My husband is – is very kind to me, and gentle – never like this.” Her brow furrowed and she pleaded directly with the orderly, “You’re hurting me…”

He did not falter in his established rhythm, and the doctor seemed to anticipate additional answers, so she winced against the pain and tried again to articulate her troubled thoughts. “I don’t – enjoy these acts, I… But I cannot stop you, and it’s frightening and so very wicked – I’ve never felt so wicked, in my life, “ she gasped, her eyes brimming with tears as the heat burned steadily within. “I’m afraid of my body, I lose all control, though in my mind I want only to be a chaste and dutiful wife...”

She reached out and clasped the doctor’s wrist with cold fingers, her eyes and nose red from crying. “But I know it will happen again, doctor, I can feel it.”

 

[poohlive]

The Doctor was very interested in what she had to say now. He nodded, was paying attention to her. It was like they were having a regular session, a break through of truth and understanding, if it weren't for the orderly's thick cock constantly pushing deep inside of her.

He tore open her insides. His cock was larger than any she'd ever taken. Not longer, but thick. Her pussy lips were sore red, bulging with the excess girth she was forced to take. Her legs were run up, obsene against her.

Still, the doctor's hands were on her, smoothing over her skin, touching her and comforting her.

"This is the dual between body and mind. That is where your true problem is. You have forced down these bodily thoughts and urges, because you have always wanted to be a good wife, a good woman to your man. You never dealt with your cunt, and its need for cock inside of it, your body's wanton wish to be thrown down and taken. That is what a woman wants, not to be prim and proper, but to be used like a whore. Your body has these needs."

He held her hand, moving down, whispering these thoughts, "Why do you think you cum for these strangers? Why do you feel so excited with his cock inside of you? It is wrong and a sin, but why is your cunt leaking so? Why are you thrusting back up to meet him? Feel your body."

He ran his hand over her eyes to close them, "Just feel your body against his. Feel the rhythm you two are making. Forget it is rape, forget you are being taken without your will. That is not important, that is irrelevant to the experience. Feel yourself, feel your body, feel your cunt... and yes, call it a cunt. That is what it is, you know what it is. Feel it being stretched out, know what it is, what it wants..."

His whisper was hoarse, and filled with desire, "Tell me..."