Small World (closed)

[stubborn wench]

I printed off the five or six names on the website and brought it with me to the pharmacy. My sister met me at the counter, and I showed her the list.

"They're the only ones accepting. What do you think?"

Without hesitating, she pointed to the second name from the bottom. "Him. Definitely. Great guy, really nice - and the best in the city."

One of her co-workers came up behind her for a look, and winked at me. "To say nothing of his tight little ass.."

Reeeeeally... I mused, keeping my expression carefully neutral.

My sister elbowed her, and she backed off, giggling. I took the list back, and she nodded. "I'm surprised he's accepting patients this time of year - but yeah, if you want my opinion, he's the one."

I smiled my thanks, and tucked the list into my purse as I left, promising we'd get together for coffee soon.

Later that afternoon I called to set up an appointment, so glad I'd sought my sister's advice. It's hard enough, starting out in a new city, without having to pick your new doctor, dentist, hairstylist from a sea of strangers. It was a big help, to have someone "in the know" to steer you away from the weirdos.


***

A week later, I'm sitting in the tastefully swank waiting room less than ten minutes before my name is called - nice. A chipper, trim little nurse, perhaps a few years younger than me, leads me to an office in the back, making light small talk on the way. Upon learning that I'm new in town, she makes a point of welcoming me, and reaffirms that I'm in very good hands.

Taking my sweater and purse, she tells me that I can expect this appointment to take about an hour, to give the doctor time to get a complete medical history, and to perform a thorough examination. She leaves me then, saying he will be with me shortly, and closes the door behind her.

I exhale shakily, reminding myself for the umpteenth time that it is childish to be so nervous. But I am too antsy to just sit, so after a moment I get up and pass the time perusing the framed degrees on the walls. This guy's got a lot of them.

The door opens again, and I turn with my polite smile all ready, and - it's you.



"Oh God..." I murmur, before I can stop myself, as I watch your eyes widen in immediate recognition.

Your pert little nurse slips in the door behind you, and eyes us both with an uncomprehending smile. "Oh! Have you two...met?"

I can't answer her. I can only stare at you, frozen in disbelief. This can't be happening.

 

[Rockingham]

"Why hello," At once, the brightness of his face faded. He had a look, coming in to meet a new patient, a look of bland pleasentness which told a patient that he was smart and interested in their problems, and wanted nothing more than to help them.

It dropped as soon as he saw her face. He knew, he knew because he had seen that face several times in his head, playing it over and over again. His eyes pierced into her own, his smile almost a sneer, almost sinister.

"Yes, I think I remember you," He walked over to her, his chart in hand, eyeing through it, flipping past her life's story.

"The party, remember? You remember the party, do you not?" He smiled back to his cute little thing of a nurse. She seemed wide eyed, interested.

"Oh, yeah?"

It was a party all right. Very exclusive. People had come from all over to congregate together. Some were hung from chains, others carried around like dogs, whipped and fucked end over end, by whomever their Master wanted.

Some were forced to pee outside, while everyone watched and cheered. He had seen her do this, she had peed in front of him, as he watched. He watched the golden juice trickle from her shaved cunt.

And he'd wanted to fuck her right then, own her.

But she refused...

He stared at her now, "Well, it's been awhile since then, hasn't it? This is my nurse Candy. Now, I think we will start with a physical. I want you to take your clothes off."

He said this differently, he spoke like A dom would to his sub. He spoke with the affirming words that she would obey willingly, and he was completely in charge.

And... truth be told, he was. Doctor Thomas Stern leaned back against the counter, his eyes wandering her petite body underneath all those clothes.

"Please... I do not have all day. I need you to undress if I am to perform the physical."

 

[stubborn wench]

Emily's face went crimson - she felt it, and hated herself for blushing...but remembering the last time she'd seen him - and oh, he made very sure she remembered the party she'd spent months trying to forget - her humiliation came rushing back.

God - God help her...of all the people in the world, it had to be him. She hardly knew him - she'd watched him play, and had been attracted - but in the end, she was too uneasy of her attraction. She felt things she didn't understand, and craved things that made her ashamed. She'd shunned him at the party - had been rather rude, in fact - and had dropped contact with that crowd some time later.

She wanted to leave the office right now, just go and not look back... and if he was alone, she might have acted on impulse - but she couldn't. His nurse would wonder what had happened, and she was afraid of what he might tell her.

Better to just get this over with, as quickly as possible, and then just - never make another appointment with him. He was a doctor, after all - he'd remain professional, she was sure.


Em was almost resigned to this idea, when he told her to take off her clothes.


Oh God... She didn't want to undress for him, now, while he watched. To do as he said, to obey him immediately, like one of his sluts... But what could she do? She couldn't refuse.

She slipped her shoes off, slowly. She ventured a glance up at him, but he made no move to turn his back. She reached up under her skirt to pull down her nylons, and paused, cold with dread, as she fingered the waist band of her satin panties.

She cleared her throat. "Um...all the way?"

 

[Rockingham]

"Yes, all the way," He moved up to her, his body almost pressing into her. A small touch, as his hands guided down to her hips. There was a small smile on his lips, that only she could see. He was obscured, partially, from the nurse.

He put his thumbs into her panties, and dropped them to the floor.

"I must examine all of you, unfortunately. I have no other records from you. The last doctor you went to did not keep good notes. So, I have to start from scratch."

He held her underwear a moment, as it had pooled on the floor.

"In fact, nurse, would you go get some of the 92 files, I need to make a few notes here."

She nodded, bouncing away. So full of spirit that one, so determined.

As soon as she was gone, he brought those panties up to his nose, smelling them.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it? You know, I never did quite get over that day. I suppose, you won't either."

When the door opened, and the nurse returned, the panties were back on the floor. He took the pieces of paper, putting them into his medical file of her.

"Oh good, nurse Candy, you are just in time to hear about her medical history. So, when was the first time you engaged in sex?"

 

[stubborn wench]

She tried not to flinch as he moved in close, but wondered if he could hear her heart pounding - it seemed very loud, to her ears. She felt his hands at her hips, his thumbs hooking into her panties, and him pulling them down with a decided jerk. She tore her eyes from him a moment to glance at his nurse, who stood there, cheerily oblivious.

Unfortunately...he'd have to examine all of her. She could feel her flesh going cold as he sent the nurse out for the files, and sputtered to voice her objection - but she was gone, and Emily was alone with him.

As she watched him bring her flimsy satin panties to his nose, she flushed again - God, this was a nightmare - her spinning mind couldn't comprehend his ambiguous threat, but she remembered that voice, and that tone - it sent a chill down her spine.

Then the door opened again and the nurse came in with the files - Emily felt as if she was being slapped, repeatedly, in the face - she couldn't deal with the shock, first of seeing him - and then realizing that....he wasn't going to make this easy.

She began to unzip her skirt, taking her time about it so that she could gather her thoughts before she answered.

"Uhm...I-I guess I was around nineteen," she mumbled. She looked up at him with a guarded, imploring expression. Please...please don't do this.

 

[Rockingham]

"Nineteen," He wrote it down, loving the way her eyes pleaded with him. He stood the exact opposite of where nurse Candy was, he didn't want her interfering.

So, she could make all the silent pleads and have those soul filled eyes stare at him, without Candy noticing a thing. Indeed, Candy seemed bright and cheerful, and more than interested.

"Well, I assume there is more to the story. Did this man... I assume it was a man, did he actually break your hymen? Have you been sexually active since this one night since you were nineteen? I must know."

He leaned in, as if to inspect something upon her neck, his breath hot and desirable upon her skin. He watched her squirm, or maybe tremble. He wondered if secretly she hated this, or enjoyed it.

She had not left yet, surely it must be a little of both.

"You seem to be stalling, is there a problem?"

 

[stubborn wench]

Emily slipped her skirt down and stepped out of it. Her blouse came down to partially cover her, but it was little comfort - she had to take it off, next. It was a button-down shirt, and she didn't need to pretend to fumble with the buttons, to stall for time - her fingers were so shaky, it took her twice as long.

She cringed slightly at the string of questions - surely, these weren't standard fare? But, his nurse seemed unperturbed...maybe Em was just being over-sensitive.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes again, but was met with a flat, inscrutable stare. She looked away, clearing her throat to answer.

"I...yes, he did break my hymen. He was very thick and it took him a few tries, to - to get all the way in..." she stopped - why was she volunteering information he didn't request? She resolved to be careful, not to get caught up in his games.


As she hesitated, he leaned in close, and she could not keep from flinching away, feeling him so close, his heat and his authority..

His was sharper than usual as he demanded to know why she stalled.


Flustered, she pulled too hard and the last button popped off her blouse and it fell open. Shrugging out of it, she hurried to reply, "I - I'm sorry, I don't mean to stall....I uh, yes of course I've been sexually active since then."

Reluctantly, she let the blouse fall to the floor, leaving her in just her bra, before him. She was being silly, she knew - but she really didn't want to take her bra off. It took a serious surge of will for her to reach behind her and unhook the clasp. Feeling her breasts bounce gently out of the cups as she slipped out of them and dropped the bra, she lowered her eyes.

It was always frightening, how vulnerable she felt, naked. And never more so than this minute.

 

[Rockingham]

"Uh huh," This was entertaining. To see her so embarassed, shocked, frightened even. It was nothing like the party. She had squatted down and let go in front of him, for him to see, and refused in the same way, with confidence.

That is what he wished to take from her, confidence.

"You are sexually active, is this with just men, or both men and women? Do you use protection of any kind?"

His fingers came out to touch upon her skin, crawling over it with a slow determination. As if he were playing with the softness of her flesh. Indeed he was.

He was checking for marks of any kind.

"I assume this is regular sex, unless you do anything kinkier? If I am to be a decent doctor, I must know all of your sexual exploits. Candy, please, write down whatever comes out of her mouth. I need to continue examining her."

His hands moved down to her thighs, feeling the wonderful soft and yet firmness of them.

 

[stubborn wench]

Emily stammered - it wasn't like her - but it felt as if he was bombarding her with questions...like an assault - she almost imagined she could feel the blows, physically. In defense, she answered without thinking, babbling.

"I-I ... uh, I'm - currently sexually active, yes, with um...well, mostly men - but sometimes.... Look, I really don't see how -"

She froze, her voice cinching off with a little squeak as she felt his hands on her, plying her flesh, examining every inch of her. God, she couldn't do this...


She cleared her throat and tried to maintain some control. Ridiculous to feel this way - sure this guy had an axe to grind, but she was not going to be....well.....putty in his hands. She put the disgustingly fitting image out of her mind and tried fiercely to ignore his roaming fingers.

Her heart was racing out of control, and no doubt he could tell.

But damn him, she would not play this game. She'd said no once before.

Feeling a little stronger, Em concentrated on answering his questions. "I...I do use protection, of course." She hazarded a glance at him, but he seemed entirely focused on the examination.

In the same casual tone, he inquired into her "kinkier" sexual practices, as she knew he inevitably would. Setting her jaw, she replied stiffly, "No. Nothing even remotely kinky, doctor...my sex life is actually rather boring." Her lips twitched, in spite of herself. The fun stopped here. He would not expose his own dirty secrets, just to call her a liar.

Her hands clenched into fists as she felt his hands on her thighs, but she felt a measure of relief at the direction things were taking...this was the real world, not some play date, and she would not let him get the better of her.

It was a moment or two before she realized that his hands had stopped while he was examining her thighs. His thumb gently grazed a tender spot near her backside, and she knew, without looking...and felt all the blood draining from her face.

A welt. Left over from a fairly recent walloping - healing nicely, but still glaringly apparent and identifiable, to anyone who knew what they were looking for.

 

[Rockingham]

"Rather boring sex life... will you write that down Candy?"

He stopped, his head down near her neck, breathing her scent in. She had rebellion this one, she was trying her hardest not to give in. Give in to what though, his assault, or her own passion? What was she really fighting?

It brought a smile to his lips, as he looked down her back, to the small curve of her ass. He could see the perfect little welt growing there. Oh, how wonderful, this was even better than he hoped.

With a force he bent her over. Right here, his hands went to her back, pushed her so her head was down between her legs, and her ass stood straight up into the air.

"Nurse Candy, will you come see this a moment?"

His fingers danced around the welt. It was long, cylindrical, right above her ass. The bruising was healing perfectly, it would have been gone if she's made the apointment a few days later.

"It looks like a bruise," She eyed it, coming closer.

"Yes, indeed a bruise. But see how high it is, and nowhere near the hip. What does that tell you?"

Nurse Candy stared at it, mesmerized. She seemed lost in her own thought.

"I don't know."

"It means she did not get it falling down. If she had fallen down, she would have landed on her hip to the side her," His hand wandered, "Or her ass."

It wandered again, the bright pale globe in his hand, as he gripped it.

"This was made by something else, something hit her. It's too small to be anything dangerous, not a car or anything. In fact, are you familiar with whips?"

"Oh yes sir. I grew up on a farm. We raised horses."

The Doctor nodded, "Does this look like a whip mark to you?"

"Why, now that you mention it, it does. I was whipped, by accident one time. I was playing in the barn and just got myself. It welted just like that. Almost exactly."

"Yes," The doctor said, keeping her down, submissive so the nurse and him could continue to idly chat about her and her ass, "So, I don't imagine you have a horse farm, do you? Did someone whip you? On purpose?"

 

[stubborn wench]

Rather boring sex life. Emily swallowed hard, feeling a little less sure of herself than she had when she'd made the careless statement. He seemed to turn all of her answers into sly insults.

For a fraction of a moment, she allowed herself to believe that he would overlook the welt - not see it, or - or be a gentleman, and not point it out...

She whimpered just a little as he forced her head down between her thighs - and for a moment felt the deep humiliation she'd come to know well. She pressed her lips together tightly - it was just the awkwardness of the position, was all. How could anyone not feel...exposed and defenseless?

Her cheeks burned, and she was glad she was not facing them as they scrutinized the welt and he drew a possible explanation out of his innocent nurse - as if he were really stumped, as to its origin.

Emily's mind raced - she tried not to panic - knowing that she would have to provide some reasonable explanation...think, damn it....

He gripped her ass cheek idly, exploring the possibilities with Nurse Candy. Emily tried desperately to come up with a story.


She tried to straighten up when he addressed her, but he kept her down, with one firm hand on her spine. The feeling of being caught in a nightmare returned, as she forced a humorless laugh from deep in her belly. When she answered, her voice sounded nothing like herself.

"Noo...no, I've no room for horses, in my little apartment." She tried again to straighten, and was met with his iron will. "I um...it's a funny story, actually....I was - um...."

The strained pause seemed to stretch out into agonizing minutes, and Emily's mind remained starkly blank.

She forced herself to speak again - just say something, stop floundering!

"Oh I was hanging wet laundry and - a blouse got caught and...when I tried to untangle it, it snapped back in the wind and caught me in the leg." She uttered a cracked, shrill little giggle. "Craziest thing - hurt like you wouldn't believe..."

It sounded like a LIE....like a pathetic, badly fabricated lie.....and now she just looked like an ass, but she persisted in her desperately casual tone, "You don't think there's any risk of infection, do you? It um - doesn't hurt anymore."

 

[Rockingham]

"Wet shirt got caught in the wind... I see,"

Doctor Stern went to the sink, taking off his lab coat. He turned on the water, letting it soak up one of his sleeves. His eyes were twinkling with a sinister he had not felt before in years. It was like the first time he had conquered a woman, pushed her into submission.

Yes, it was wonderful.

"Do you feel she tells the truth, Candy?"

Candy eyed the welt again, and then shook her head, "It looks so straight... right along here."

One of Candy's perfect little fingernail with the bright red nail polish followed the contour of the welt. The doctor leaned in, looking over it, following it himself.

"Yes, yes, very straight... but I am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt."

He took his lab coat sleeve, wrung it out, and then, with her still bent over, whipped it right against the center of her ass. The coat caught her perfectly, the sound of wet cloth snapping, and catching her flesh was almost to die for.

Stern saw her try to get up, and pushed her back down again, taking her one ass cheek and kneading it, getting the bright red welt to come up.

"Do you see?"

Nurse Candy nodded. The welt was small, not in a straight line. It darted out almost like a stain, bright and red on her ass.

"Well, now I see I can not trust what you say, my dear? Now, how is that supposed to work if you lie to me?"

He finally let her up, his eyes dark and accusing. The nurse seemed to have the same tone on her, as she began making other notes.

"Now, answer truthfully my dear, is your sex life really boring? Did you get some random welt from just an accident?"

 

[stubborn wench]

Emily didn't straighten up, this time, though she had the opportunity - the doctor had left her side - she stayed where she was, watching him warily.

She lifted her head just a little, to watch him. He was going to the sink, turning on the water, and - oh no...no...he wouldn't... She closed her eyes for much longer than a blink, but then opened them again. Was it better to watch, or not watch?

He was behind her again in an instant, and she struggled with what she knew was coming, but still didn't quite believe. Whatever happened to 'first, do no harm'?

The snap of his wet sleeve, cracking against her ass, seemed loud in the small room, and she wondered if they could hear it out in the waiting room. The sting was nothing bad, she'd taken far worse - but the humiliation of it, that he would do such a thing, and that he had caught her in her miserable lie, was unbearable.

She should have taken her chance when his back was turned - he wouldn't let her up now. He'd proven his point, but he had to hammer it home, massaging the flesh roughly to bring out the welt. The silence that followed as he and his nurse compared the two only plunged Emily into deeper mortification.

At last, she was allowed to stand, and she did so slowly, resisting the urge to rub the spot on her bum. Meeting his eyes took much of her courage, and she could do nothing to hide the blush staining her cheeks. Even Nurse Candy seemed disappointed.

For a brief moment, she considered challenging him in kind......would another physician have immediately recognized it as the result of a whipping? Doubtful. But she dismissed the idea almost at once. She didn't want to start war with this man. Not here, anyway.

Still, she held his gaze...her eyes communciating many things that would never leave her lips. She relaxed her face into a sheepish smile, and nodded. "All right, it was a lame excuse, I know. I should've come clean from the beginning." She sighed, as if divulging her darkest secret. "I...do indulge in a little slap and tickle, from time to time."

She smiled sweetly, with murder in her eyes. "Forgive me, Doctor. But now, I assure you, you know the full extent of my kinkiness."

 

[Rockingham]

"The full extent? I don't think I do, but thank you for finally coming clear on this issue. Nurse Candy?"

"Little slap and tickle, I've got it Doctor."

"Good, at least now we can get onto more important matters. Up on the bed,"He slapped the small padded examination table, complete with paper which barely covered it on top.

He was hooking up stirrups, one on each side, high and far apart, to make her legs spread out as much as he dared them to go.

"I must ask if you have ever been a prostitute, sold yourself for money, or drugs? Have you ever done drugs, that is also important, pot, coke, anything of the sort..."

He went to the sink now, turning off the water. He began to put on small white plastic gloves. A smile escaping him as each one snapped home.

When he turned, he was ready.

"Please place your legs in the stirrup, and do try and be truthful this time."

 

[stubborn wench]

Emily's heart stopped for just a moment, watching him set up the examination table. Old, childhood fears of the doctor mingled with her very adult fear of this one...the result was mildly nauseating.

But of course, she had expected this. Now it was time to get it over with.

She moved over to the table as he returned to the sink, and sat down, feeling the paper crackle and stick to her butt. She kept her eyes diverted from the stirrups - they seemed awfully wide...but she said nothing.

Her eyes narrowed at his back when she heard his next string of questions. Now he was just trying to insult her. Em paused before she answered, and when she did, it was with another sweet smile.

"Really, Doctor - an educated man like yourself, asking such an ignorant question? Surely you know better. Consenting adults engaged in a little bit of power play is neither criminal nor immoral - and I must say, it's surprising that you would be inclined to question the rest of my lifestyle." She glanced at Candy, a glint of mischief in her eyes, then continued. "In fact - I've met people in certain circles who are very successful professionals, much like yourself."

She stretched out on the examining table, feeling a little better - until she heard the snap of his latex gloves, and her apprehension came rushing back.

When she spoke again, it was less confident. "But, if you must know - no, I've never sold myself. And while I experimented with a few drugs as a teenager, I've not done anything harder than aspirin in years."

He was at her side again, and her lips thinned into a grim line as, reluctantly, she slid down and put her feet into the stirrups. She was spread so wide as to be quite uncomfortable, but she wouldn't waste her breath complaining to him.

She tried to slow her pounding heart. This was going to suck.

 

[Rockingham]

Stern ran his hand down her thigh. It was creamy and pale, filling her just right. He loved the parted flesh, giving away to her more than wonderful little cunt right here. It was open, parted just so, with those pussy lips begging him onward.

"Nurse Candy, did I say her lifestyle was immoral, or criminal?"

"Why, no Doctor."

"These are the standard questions I ask to all my patients, are they not?"

"Yes doctor..."

He stopped, just on the inside of her thigh, just where her cunt started. One finger trailing those lips, pressing up and down. He smiled, slightly at this.

"I do not judge, I am not ignorant. I am only here to do my job. I must have a full medical profile of you, and know of your history. That you are involved in BDSM play helps me, if you ever some in with wounds or welts... I will know what they are from, I will know how to treat them. Your lifestyle is yours to live, I hope you are happy with it."

And with this, two of his fingers slid up inside of her. He actually started by examining her, those walls, thick and tight, upon his fingers. They were smooth, he felt no bumps or lesions. Her cunt was tight as well, something he always wanted to know with her.

"No odd lesions around the vaginal walls, write that down Candy."

She did so. And then Stern found what he was looking for. Her G-spot. He bumped it, nearly accidentally in his search, the second time he touched it was a bit more forceful.

And the third time.

"Are you allergic to anything, shellfish, peanuts?"

His finger pushed against her tight little button inside, daring her... he rubbed it, back and forth, slowly. Two fingers edging her on.

"Any history of heart disease or diabetes in your family?"

 

[stubborn wench]

She tried not to feel his leisurely, warranted touch, trailing across her inner thigh...then brushing her pussy lips lightly. She resisted the nearly unbearable urge to squirm away.

Maybe they were standard questions, and she'd been over-sensitive, but as she listened to his reasonable response, she couldn't help feeling that he was taunting her, with his reason. She just couldn't get the advantage, with him. But at least she wasn't utterly conquered, either.

Emily squeezed her eyes shut as his two fingers entered her. She didn't want him inside her like this, she'd be happier being wrenched open by his instruments. His fingers, even gloved, felt too intimate. She swallowed hard, feeling him exploring her tight sheath - and felt a measure of relief, that at least he hadn't noted anything wrong with it. Things could be worse...


Her eyes flew open as his fingers found her G-spot. She might have believed it was an accidental bump, the first time, but when he rubbed it again and again, each time stroking a bit more methodically, she knew he was doing it on purpose.


God....he was trying to make her cum on his examining table!

He kept asking routine questions, forcing her to think of the answer, and find her voice, when all she wanted to do was focus on keeping still, and not react to his satanically intuitive touch.

Emily waited until she could be sure her voice would not waver. Allergic to shellfish... "No-oooo -" he seemed to time that last stroke to catch her while she was speaking, but she regained control quickly. "I - I've never had a reaction to anything."

She clenched her teeth as the next question came - the bastard could keep this up all day....but how long could she fight the mounting excitement within her? Which had as much to do with his audacity as the physical reactions he was drawing from her. She felt her cunt clenching reflexively around his fingers. She couldn't take much more of this.

Exhaling slowly, she answered carefully, "Both heart disease and diabetes in my mother's family." Inhale....exhale.... "Which is why I'm particularly careful to...to maintain a healthy weight and get my exercise..." His fingers were moving more quickly inside her now - there was no time in between strokes to regain her composure. She could feel her pussy getting wet - he had to stop! Em took a gamble -

- and suddenly cried out sharply.

"Oh God - ow - oh, please stop!" She twisted her hips and inched back up on the table, away from him, her face pinched in pain. She lifted her head and shoulders up, supporting herself on her elbows, and pleaded with the doctor. "Please take them out - it hurts...it hurts..."

 

[Rockingham]

Just when they were having fun, just when it was getting good, she had to ruin it. He could have felt it, rising within her. When he took his fingers out of her, the stickyness of her cum was apparent.

She had gotten wet from his touch. Involuntarily, but the evidence was right in his hand. He looked up at Nurse Candy, who seemed wide eyed at the moment.

Confused. She must be thinking something had happened.

"I think there might be a tear," He said, looking up at her. Yes, this would work very well. He smiled, looking down at her. There must be something up there to cause such pain.

"Please, Nurse Candy you have smaller hands, put on a glove, help me out there."

She dropped her notes, going to get a glove. He waited, looking down at her.

"Could you describe the pain, was it a rip, or a tear, have you had this pain before, or is this the first time?"

Nurse Candy had her glove on, and they were now both between her wide legs. He stuck one finger back inside, pressing right against her G-spot.

"I was touching right here, Nurse..."

She followed him in, her finger parting the slit, moving alongside her. Pink walls of flesh opening up to her, until she too touched it.

"Oh yes," Nurse Candy said, nodding, probing the area. Both of their fingers working, his strong and masculine, hers tiny and more feminine.

"Does this hurt?" Nurse Candy side, eyes imploring the patient, as her sweet little finger rode along that smoothed edge.

 

[stubborn wench]

Emily knew a moment of relief when he pulled his fingers out, and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her cunt still throbbed and ached, wanting more, in spite of her better judgement. His gloves were shiny with her wetness, and no doubt he'd noticed it, too - but she couldn't worry about that now - the important thing was, his fingers were out of her.

A tear, yes a tear - whatever. She even managed to return a watery smile. He must know she wasn't really in any pain, but he was playing along - had he taken some pity on her, at last?

No. How foolish of her. Her world spun again as he asked his nurse to put a glove on - there could be only one reason she would need a glove...

Emily stared up at him in horror. Hearing his questions, but unable to answer. She couldn't believe he would have his nurse do his 'dirty work' for him...at least, maybe she wouldn't find the spot. Yes, this could be okay. Anything was better than his relentless stroking, inside her.

"I - I...don't know how to describe it..." she stammered her belated answer to his questions. "I think it's the first time I've felt this kind of pain.." I certainly have never been this uncomfortable.


The two of them stood between her legs, and, to her surprise, Dr. Stern was entering her again - she shivered violently, feeling his thick, strong finger pressing firmly against her G-spot again, and her arousal came rushing back.

And then, to her horror, his nurse followed with her own slender finger - the odd feeling of being penetrated by two independent objects quickly lost in the pleasure that engulfed her as Nurse Candy found the spot.

No, no, no.......

Emily squirmed on the table, gasping breathlessly, "Please stop..." But he had primed her for this, and her body, perhaps remembering how fleeting this pleasure could be, reacted almost immediately.

She felt herself squeezing hard around their fingers inside her, and, though she tried desperately to fight it, her hips began to tremble as the pleasure became so intense it was nearly unbearable. She let out an involuntary moan, and the sound of her voice - soo inappropriate in this place - and seeing the two of them, watching her with their fingers inside her - brought her over the edge. Her hips bucked gently, twice, and for a few blissful moments she knew nothing but the wave of pleasure crashing over her, and her own twitching pussy as she came so hard...

Oh my God oh my God

Before she had even dissolved into the shuddery afterglow, Em brought her hands up to cover her flushed face. Her mortification absolutely complete. She wanted to die, right here and now, before he could say anything.

 

[Rockingham]

"Well," Stern pulled out, a bright smile on his face, "If you've never felt one of those before I truly do feel sorry for you. Nurse Candy, what was that?"

The Nurse blushed, taking her own hand out, pulling the glove off, "That's not what I think it was, was it?"

She giggled, going back to her paperwork. Those bright red cheeks said more than they needed.

"You should probably give us a minute, would you Candy?"

"Oh, of course... sure. I'll just be outside."

She left, the door closing softly behind her. Once she did, the Doctor moved to his knees in front of her spread cunt. His tongue came out, licking at the juices now running, trailing down her body.

"It doesn't have to be this way, you know," Broad, long strokes of his tongue, these insatiable licks which went from the crack of her ass all the way up to her clit. Each one over and over again.

"If you keep fighting me it will hurt more... we can have a lot of fun together, if you just give in, My pet."

His tongue wanted more juice, pushing in, exploring, loving the feel of her hot red lips surrounding him, of her cunt walls closing in.

 

[stubborn wench]

Her face burned, and she kept it covered with her hands, wishing she could disappear, as they each pulled out - his poor nurse, God what must she be thinking?? Emily was relieved when he asked her to step out of the room - if she never had to look the girl in the eye again, it would suit her just fine.

She didn't trust him alone, though, and when she heard the door close, she took her hands away to glare at him. He took quick advantage of her spread position, and began to tease her tingling cunt with his skilled tongue. For a moment she could only stare, frozen in disbelief, as her body reacted again to his attentions.

Emily rose up on her elbows again, listening to his seductive offer, the fury boiling in her, and when he dove in for another taste, she pushed him rudely away by the forehead.

"You son of a bitch!" she hissed, mindful of the nurse, just outside the door. "You think you can just do anything you want? Might I remind you that this is not your dungeon, and I am not, and never was your submissive!"

She sat up slightly, her legs still held wide in the stirrups, and folded her arms across her chest. "So you just keep it in your pants and do your God damn job!" she whispered viciously.

Pressing her lips together tightly - dying to say more, but knowing that Nurse Candy could walk in at any moment, she lay back down on the table, keeping her eyes on the ceiling and her arms folded on her bare chest.

Every obscenity she knew running through her head.

 

[Rockingham]

Doctor Stern stood up, staring at her.

"You're right, this isn't my dungeon, and you're not my sub. I wish you were, I had wished you were long ago. No, this is just punishment, for you... and your fucking actions. You want to refuse me? you wish to keep playing this game, fighting me every inch?"

He went to the far counter, opening up a drawer. He was mad now, mad that after all this she still tried to fight him, to resist him. He had made her cum, and all she could do was glare in his face.

His hands clasped around an old spectrum, metal, cold... the feel of it golden in his hands.

"Nurse Candy, we're more decent now. Please come in..."

He turned towards her, as the door opened.

"Lay back... I promise you, this will only pinch a bit."

 

[stubborn wench]

It felt colder in the room than before. Emily's warming fury waned as she realized she was still on his territory, and very much at his mercy. And now she'd pissed him off. Good one.

His anger had stirred something in her, something she didn't like to admit - an uneasy lust, curdled with stark fear, in her belly. Truly a masochist on some levels, she'd always been attracted to the most dangerous ones.

She cursed herself silently - damn it, this was no time to confuse apprehension with arousal! This was a nightmare!

Her eyes widened as they confirmed as much when he turned from the counter to face her again.

You've got to be kidding me.

She recognized the speculum in his hand, of course, but it was bigger than any she'd seen - huge - and made of cold, stainless steel, where most GPs preferred the plastic, disposable type. Good God... And he was smiling again, his eyes flashing dangerously.


Em could feel her heart pounding again. Had to open my God damn mouth... Her pussy clenched once, reflexively, as if it could keep him from entering again - but she knew better. He had offered her a way out of this, and she'd thrown it back at him, scornfully...now it was time to face the music.

She leaned back on the table, uneasily, and stared again at the ceiling, willing herself to relax, at least physically. It wouldn't hurt as much if she could relax.

 

[Rockingham]

The cold sterile instrument felt good in his hands, almost like a weapon. It even looked the part of a weapon, piercing, probing, shuttering. It's purpose was clear and cut, now in his hands, that purpose would come to fruition.

He sat down in a small stool, wheeling it between her legs.

"You won't feel any pain," He lied, "But you will feel a fullness. Don't worry, just relax. Let me work down here, and you can tell the doctor about your medical history. Broken bones, surgeries, allergies, anything you feel is relevant."

Nurse Candy, her nose stuck firmly inside the notepad, taking notes, would never notice. Stern let his fingers come out to spread her pussy lips apart, to feel the first of the cold steel to enter her...

He was only gentle as the first part seperated her, pulling in... and then, one swift motion pushed it, thrummed it entirely down her fucking cunt. It took no time, he spread it open, that sea of pink parting, revealing the dark gaping hole underneath.

There it was, her cunt, the entirety of her cunt all the way down to her fucking cervix. Open, revealed, painfully made this way.

He pushed harder, seperating her more, those pussy lips stretched to their limit.

And, his anger subsided a bit, at the look of her legs on either side of him. Those legs, which remained closed, remained on the stirrups, slightly shaking, quivering from his touch.

What was she doing? She could stop this at any time. This was a fucking doctor's office, if anything she could simply leave. But... here she was, letting him perform these procedures on her, knowing what she will have to do. She'll be humiliated again, raped, maybe even made to cum.

She was letting it happen.

She wanted it to happen. Some part of her got off on the pain, and so she relished in it. She could not wait to get more.

What a wonderful thought. That wiped away his anger, and in the midst of it, he smiled up at his wonderful new pet.

"We doing all right?" He said, as he began to inspect her cunt.

 

[stubborn wench]

Emily snapped out of her initial shock and began to babble, "Uhm...I - well I broke my wrist when I was around twelve...and - d-does having my wisdom teeth out count as surgery? Because I had them out last ye-"

She froze and was silent again as she felt the cold steel of the speculum nudging between her pussy lips. Okay, fine - if that's the worst of it - and then felt him push it in deep, without warning, and she whimpered as she felt the instrument dig into the tender tissue around her cervix. Before she was able to recover from the shock, he opened it wide, and she felt herself being spread and exposed to him. Her breaths were coming in shaky little gasps now, but he seemed to take no notice as he adjusted the instrument again to his liking, forcing her cunt painfully wide.

It was a feeling she could never quite get used to, feeling so full and empty, having her most intimate parts wrenched open and displayed - and that he was doing it made it even more awful. She could feel the muscles of her pussy twitching and spasming against the intrusion - and, in spite of her best efforts, felt something of the same arousal she'd felt when he'd made her cum. A perverse, self-destructive lust to see how far she might degenerate, if he was brazen enough to take the lead...

She gave her head a little shake. Enough - she wasn't a slut, and she wasn't his plaything. He was going to make it hell, because - well, he was a vindictive jerk. She'd experienced a temporary lapse of control, but she could still make it out of here with a little dignity, if she just kept cool.

Emily inhaled and exhaled, slowly, and when she looked up at the doctor, she even managed a small smile. She cleared her throat, careful to keep taking deep breaths, and replied, "Yes - fine. Um - I had my wisdom teeth out last year, and they put me out for that. Is that all you wanted to know?"