When I posted “Making a Circle Complete,” I was accused of liking the idea of using women. I never actually denied it. I have to admit that there is something kind of hot about that.
This first chapter is like that. Maybe you will like the characters and maybe you won’t. I’ll let you be the judge of that part. Ultimately this story, like most of my other ones, is a story though. If you remain patient and open minded throughout you will see that there are reasons for everything I write.
I have this story tagged as BDSM, humiliation, etc. etc., not just because that’s the most accurate way to describe it, but because I’ve taken flack in the past about writing stories about women being treated this way. The truth is I get bored with the same ole ole. Sometimes I want something different than lovey dovey kissy face. There are already enough stories on this site that fit those tastes, and if you’re not into rough and raunchy then you shouldn’t read this.
I have to beg for leniency from true BDSM fans though. I am not a pro at this type of story and I don’t know if I have it right. Please go easy on me if I don’t.
*I don’t actually advocate treating women this way. Especially underaged ones, nor do I advocate having any sexual contact with a minor. This is just a fictional story to me. I like taboo stories, and I would hope that people that read this and other similar stories can separate fiction from reality, and know that hurting someone else for your pleasure is never a good idea. (Unless the other person is an adult and actually wants it, and says so of their own free will).
The reason I am even bothering with this story is because I have met numerous women that are in abusive relationships, and for whatever reason refuse to leave them. This story is an exploration of that concept, and I want to see how it works out. That is all.
The other thing I want to mention is that, no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to write a story without exploring fully the thoughts of each of my main characters. There are advantages and disadvantages to that. The advantages are that if you’re like me, you want to know what the characters are thinking, and the disadvantages are that it slows down the sex scenes, and sometimes even makes them less hot.
Sometimes it may actually be better for the characters to be “Cardboard,” and unexplored. Oh well. Like I said. I just don’t seem to be capable of not exploring their thoughts, and making them as real as possible.
Thanks and I hope you enjoy,
Examination Room Three
Dr. Mitchell had just finished the last of his paperwork, and was just about ready to check the building over one last time to make sure it really was empty before going home. As soon as he got to the front door, he wished he had decided to trust his receptionist though, because there was a woman and her daughter standing on the other side.
He knew the woman immediately, and he had mixed emotions about her surprise visit. Mentally he hadn’t prepared for an after-hours visit. He was tired and worn out—ready to go home—ready to kick back with a beer, and watch some television.
“Sorry we’re closed,” he yelled through the glass.
“Please doctor. It’s important,” the woman responded.
It had been a very long day and he was done with being a doctor for the day, and not in the mood to “play doctor.” He’d had just too many serious cases for the day, and he was just plain done. He opened his mouth to tell her just that, but she looked desperate.
He was pretty sure what she wanted. At least he knew what she usually wanted. Her husband was out of work, and she needed money. At least that was her norm. She had discovered her on Craigs-list, vetted her, and paid her $250 to be his patient, and fuck pig.
That wasn’t something he did often. It was risky business. If it was ever discovered he would most definitely lose his license, and God knew what else. He was as careful as he could be about it, but no matter how careful he was it was still risky.
He had also been introduced to a club of sorts. Other people, both men and women, that liked the same kind of thing. He had, on occasion, brought a man’s wife or girlfriend—once it was even a guy’s mother—in for an exam, and performed it right in front of the said guy. They weren’t normal exams. Far from that. They were extreme sexual fetish fantasies lived out.
He doubted that’s why they were here though. It didn’t make sense for that to be the case, because whenever Katrina Albright came for that, she came alone.
“How important?” He asked her.
“Very important. Please just let us in.
He turned the bolt to the door and backed away.
“Thanks a lot doc. I thought we had gotten here too late,” the woman said.
He couldn’t help but to check her out a little as she stood in front of him. The woman was attractive. She was in her very early thirties, blonde, and well endowed. She wasn’t afraid to show herself off a little either. She was wearing a tank top that was cut low in the front, and tight jeans that sat low on her hip. The shirt was short and there was a gap between it and her jeans which left a little hint of a gap and showed off her tight stomach. It was obvious that she wasn’t upscale though. Her clothes looked nice, but they weren’t new. She could use a trip to the mall, but he already knew that she didn’t have the money for that.
“Actually you are too late. We’ve been closed for an hour and I am done being a doctor for the day unless this is an emergency,” he said the doctor part as a hint to her. He wasn’t in the mood for any of it. Not today anyway.
“Oh it is doc,” she said bringing her daughter closer to her. “Her father is out of town on a job interview and won’t be back until tomorrow morning. You see we just have to get this done tonight.”
“Get what done?” He asked her angrily. She was wasting his time, and taking advantage of his generosity and he didn’t like it. It was typical behavior for attractive women to automatically think that just because they were pretty that they should be able to get whatever they wanted no matter how ridiculous the request and if this wasn’t extremely important then he was going to usher her right back out the door. No matter how pretty she was, and regardless of their previous encounters.
“I need to get her on the pill. You know to regulate her period,” she said emphasizing the words pill, and regulate.
“I’m sorry missus???” he said pretending that he didn’t know her, and keeping the discretion promise that he had with her.
“Albright… Katrina Albright,” she said extending her hand.
“Mrs. Albright,” he said not bothering to take it. I’m sorry about your situation, but like I said. We are closed for the evening. You will have to come back another time.”
“But there isn’t another time, and there won’t be any time soon. Brittany here needs to be on the pill,” she said bringing her daughter right in front of her. Once again he sensed the insinuation that she was making, but he had a difficult time believing that she was really asking what he thought she was.
Dr. Mitchell looked at her daughter for the first time. She looked to be about fourteen. She definitely had her mother’s looks, and she was well on her way to having her build to. She was still dressed in her school cheerleading outfit, and the doctor couldn’t help but notice that the outfit was way shorter than the ones the girls wore when he was in school. It barely covered her bottom and her belly button was completely out in the open. She had an amazing little body, and doctor or not, teenaged girl or not, he couldn’t help but admit that she was a knockout. A part of him was really hoping that her mother wanted what he thought she wanted, but it was ridiculous. She was just a kid, and his evening time examinations would traumatize her for life. He was used to being rough, but only with women that wanted it that way.
“To regulate her period? How bad is her flow?” He asked losing his patience. This really was turning out to be a waste of his time.
“It’s pretty bad doc. She really does need it,” she said trying her best to use her charm, and once again he got the sense that she was overdramatizing.
He knew he had her cornered then and she was as good as out the door. “Well then her father will understand when you explain it to him that she needs to schedule a visit for medical reasons,” he said placing his hand on her shoulder and guiding her toward the door.
She took a couple steps, knowing that she was beaten, but then stubbornly stopped just before she got there. “Okay… Okay… It’s not to regulate her period. I don’t want her to get pregnant.”
“Then tell her not to have sex!” he said and started to push her again.
“But you know teens. They don’t listen to their parents. Please!”
“I told you I’m done being a doctor for today. If I take her back into the exam room now it will be as a man, and not as a doctor,” he said cutting to the chase.
“Wait!” she said eyeing her daughter. She had a worried look on her face, and Doctor Mitchell could tell that she was thinking her next words through carefully. “She’s demanding to be on the pill, and I agreed to help her. We can’t really afford to pay you though. If she wants it I don’t see why she shouldn’t earn it.”
“Huh! Mom!” Brittany said horrified, speaking for the first time and elbowing her mother.
“What? This was your idea. Do you want the pill or not?”
Brittany didn’t know what to say. She wanted the pill, but she’d not considered having to do anything to get it.
Katrina looked at the doctor again with a more business like expression. “So…. Ummm… That would be free wouldn’t it? I mean…. Hell…. You should probably pay us. Shouldn’t you?”
Doctor Mitchell smirked at her, and the business tone left him. “Actually Katrina I don’t think that’s a good idea. If I have to pay for it then I tend to forget about her needs, and focus on my own.”
Brittany had a dumbfounded look on her face, but Katrina had greed on hers.
“How much?” She inquired.
“Mom! Jeez oh peets! Seriously?”
This wasn’t normally how this kind of thing worked, and the doctor knew that it was even riskier than usual. He had a lot to lose, and normally he wouldn’t even consider someone under age. He’d had a really rough day though and the prospect of getting laid was too tempting to ignore. Not only that, but the idea of being able to take his aggressions out without worrying about hurting the girl’s feelings was enough for him to agree.
“Five hundred sound okay?”
“Seven sounds better.”
“Well the more I pay the more focused I am on what I want,” he warned her.
Brittany kept looking back and forth between her mother and the doctor, as if she were watching a tennis game instead of a conversation. She shifted nervously on her feet, but she wasn’t throwing a fit.
“Make it a thousand then,” she said with finality.
He didn’t have that much on him, but fortunately not everybody paid with insurance, and not everybody wrote a check. He excused himself and went to the safe, retrieved the cash, and went back to them. He handed her half of the cash.
“Wait that’s only five hundred.”
“You get the other half when I’m finished. Along with the script.”
“Oh,” she said. “Okay then.”
Doctor Mitchell took Brittany by the hand and started for the door that leads into the hall. Brittany was hesitant to follow, but she wasn’t kicking or screaming, and Dr. Mitchell couldn’t help but to be turned on by it. The girl knew what was about to happen, at least generally speaking, and was coming along anyway.
“I’m just gonna head out then. I’ll be back in what? An hour?”
“Better make it two,” he said and he took Brittany through the door.
Brittany came the entire way to exam room three without speaking a word. She followed along, tugging back every now and then, but all the doctor had to do was tug back and she would resume course.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m actually going along with this,” she said as he guided her into room three. It was the room he always used for this kind of thing, and the room where he kept his, “supplies.”
“You’ll be fine,” the doctor answered gently not wanting to scare her. Her cooperation was still important. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight. He guided her to the center of the room and stood in front of her. He knew that his best bet to keep her calm was to start off slow. He stepped up and kissed her softly on the lips, and she willingly kissed him back. He let his hands slide down her back until they were cupping her firm ass. He could feel her muscles flex as he began to knead her fleshy buttocks, and it was abundantly clear that she worked out to stay in shape for her activities at school. The muscles in her legs were firm and defined and he couldn’t wait to get her on his table. He boldly let his right hand drift around to her front, letting her know for sure who was in charge, and making sure she knew just how inappropriate this exam was going to be. His fingers reached the front of her bloomers, and slid up and down her fleshy mound. She sighed into his mouth as his fingers explored the meat between her legs.
He reached down and lifted her skirt, hooked his thumbs into her bloomers, and began to slide them down, hoping that she wouldn’t oppose. She didn’t. Her muscles stiffened, but she didn’t argue with him.
She stepped out of them as soon as they were around her ankles, and he went for her top. She permitted him to remove that without argument, and she stood before him in just her bra, tennis shoes, and socks.
“How do I look?” She asked him coyly. She had her hands folded in front of her waiting for his response.
“You look absolutely tasty,” he answered. She blushed, but a smile crossed her face. “Take off the bra.”
“Thanks,” she said.
“Okay hop up here on the table,” he said patting the metal chair that had stirrups at the end of it.
Brittany stared blankly at the table as if it were a rabid monster with teeth. She tentatively placed a hand on the seat like she expected it to bite her. When it didn’t she slid her butt onto it, kicked a leg onto one stirrup, and followed with the other.
“See that’s not so bad is it?” Doctor Mitchell asked her.
“I guess not,” she answered.
The doctor pulled his key ring out, and went over to his special little drawer. He kept it locked, because he didn’t want any of the nurses to see the contents. One of the nurse’s curiosity had gotten the better of her once, and she’d asked about it. He didn’t fire her right away, because that would have been too suspicious, but two weeks later she made a mistake reading a chart, and it gave him the perfect excuse to let her go. He unlocked the drawer, pulled out four small leather straps, and headed for the examination table.
Brittany eyes widened when she saw what he had in his hands. “What are those for?” She asked, but she didn’t jump up, and she didn’t pull her legs back away from him as he began to wrap one of the straps around her ankle, securing it to the stirrup.
Instead of answering her question he changed the subject by asking his own. “So why the big hurry for the pill?” He asked as he switched to her other ankle.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
Doctor Mitchell stopped just as he had the end into the buckle. He found her response interesting and he was glad he’d asked. “I’m a pretty understanding guy.”
“Well… There’s this guy I like… But he only goes with girls if they are on the pill. He says he hates condoms.”
The world was definitely evolving. When he was a kid, the last thing a mother would do after being told a story like that by her fourteen-year-old daughter, was bring her to the doctor to get her on the pill. Not only that, but he found it pretty hot that she was okay with that, and he was glad that she was on his table.
“So in other words the only thing you are good for is sex?” He asked her as he moved up to secure her wrists.
She thought about his question for a minute. He let her have her thoughts, as he slid one of the straps around her right wrist.
“I guess I never thought of it like that. I guess it makes sense though,” she said.
He brought her wrist down to her side and secured the other end of the strap around one of the supports, still not believing that she was actually letting him go this far. His dick was already responding in anticipation.
“And your okay with that?” He asked moving around to her other side.
“I don’t know,” she said. “He’s really cute. He’s the captain of the football team and a senior, and I’m a freshman. I’m pretty lucky to even have a shot.”
“Fair enough,” he said looping the last of the smaller straps around her left wrist. He brought her wrist down to her side, and secured it to the other support. So far so good.
Brittany began to test her restraints. She tugged with each of her arms, and then her legs. She quickly understood that she wasn’t going anywhere—whether she wanted to or not.
“This is so friggin kinky. I can’t believe I’m actually letting you tie me up,” she said. She looked at the doctor seriously and then added. “Do you really think I’m worth a thousand dollars?”
“So that’s her motivation?” The doctor thought with a smile. The truth was yes. There were girls that would let you do it for free, and he’d bumped into a couple, but for the most part letting a guy tie them up was rare, and even when they did let you tie them up, most of them still wanted to be treated with respect. To him that didn’t make sense though. Why tie a girl up if you were still going to treat her nice. It was a contradiction on the most basic level. He wasn’t going to tell her any of that though.
He opted not to answer the question. He went back to the drawer and pulled out three longer straps. Two of them were about three feet, and the longest was five. Ultimately she was secured, but she still had too much room to move around. He went to her knee and wrapped one of the straps around her lower thigh and buckled it in. Then he started on her other knee.
“Well… Do you?” She insisted.
The answer was obvious. If he hadn’t he wouldn’t have offered it. He stopped what he was doing just as he was moving to her waist.
“Girls that understand that they are only good for fucking are rare Brittany…. So yes I do.”
She crinkled her eyes into a frown, and her jaw opened up . “That wasn’t very nice,” she said.
He knew that was true. It wasn’t very nice at all. There was a time in his life when nice dominated his life—a time when he treated every woman with respect—and would have never considered doing any of what he was about to do to this girl. Alexia had changed all of that though.
Alexia had been his first and only real love. She was the prom queen at his school, and the girl he had given his virginity to. He was also her first love and after high school they got engaged, and attended college together, both of them were studying to be doctors. He was specializing in OBGYN, and she was focusing on Pediatrics.
For years everything went great. The problem was that his ole factory sense was just too keen. He had been blessed with a nose that could smell much better than the average nose. He had realized this at a young age. It seemed that his nose was almost as keen as a dog’s nose. Not quite as good, but a lot closer than the average man’s nose.
That was the reason that he developed a love for craft beers, and wines. His nose was so good that he could identify a beer or a wine from three feet away. He could tell you in which country it was produced, what type of grape of hoppe was used. He knew the barley or wheat, and sometimes he could even tell you what year, and he could do that without even touching the glass.
His talent wasn’t limited to wine though. He could also smell it when it was a woman’s time of the month. He could smell it if someone had just had sex. He could even tell it if a person was horny. Alexia, it turned out, was horny a lot, and at first that was a good thing. Eventually though it turned out to be very very bad. She had come home to his dorm room late one night, and the minute she walked into the room he knew that she’d gotten laid. The problem was that he hadn’t.
She tried to lie her way out of it, but the nose knew. He had kept his talent to himself, because it seemed freakish to him. She accused him of being paranoid, but he knew the truth. He could smell the guy’s cologne. He could smell the man’s saliva on her neck, and he could smell his scent coming from between her legs. She could lie all she wanted, but the nose knew.
He tried for years not to resent all women because of it, and it worked with women that were trustworthy and loyal to their husbands, boyfriends, or even with the ones that were true to themselves. Women that reminded him of Alexia, though, were a different story.
He wrapped the last of the straps around her waist, just above her hip bone, and strapped her in.
“I’m just being honest with you Brittany. Look at it this way. The captain of the football team thinks the same thing about you, only he’s not offering to pay a thousand dollars for you. He don’t think you’re worth that much.”
She snapped her mouth shut. “I guess you got a point,” she admitted.
Doctor Mitchell moved back to her feet, and opened the stirrups so that Brittany’s legs were spread for him. He stepped back to admire his work. He had to admit that Brittany was, by far, the most appealing out of anybody that he’d ever actually strapped into his table.
She still had her skirt on, despite the fact that it was now useless, and covered nothing. The fact that she still had her tennis shoes and socks on also added to the overall effect. Other than that she was on complete display, and completely vulnerable. He could do whatever he wanted with her.
Her body was evenly bronzed and there wasn’t a single tan line on her body. Her breasts were full and so firm that they were barely flattened out even though she was lying on her back. The muscles in her legs were stretched tight as she lay there with them spread wide open, and he could see that her pussy was wet. He wanted to take a picture of her, but didn’t think having physical evidence lying around was a good idea.
The most appealing thing about her though was her scent. He could smell the hint of strawberry perfume that she wore. Despite the fact that it was a cheap blend, something that she probably got from Wal-Mart, it was still pleasing to him. It wasn’t overwhelming enough to cover her natural scent. The amazing thing was that her sweat didn’t have the normal pungent odor that most people had. She had a gentle sweet odor that was pleasing to his overly sensitive nostrils. The best part was the smell coming from her womanhood though. It was the bold crisp smell of nectar. She was turned on and he could tell, and not only that, but the smell of her was intoxicating.
He walked up to her and began to caress her legs, working his way slowly up her thigh and toward her tight, pear shaped pussy. He moved his hand slowly up until he was cupping her mound. As soon as he got there she tried to jerk her legs closed, but it was way too late for that. The straps did their job holding her legs firmly in place.
“Oh God,” she said. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Reality had set in and she was afraid.
There was no going back though. Her mom had half of the money, and she’d left. He knew that when she came back that at least half of that money would be gone--Maybe more. Not only that, but he couldn’t forget the way that her mom had described the girl during the sessions he had with her. She had called her daughter a spoiled little brat. Brittany, it seemed, didn’t seem to care that her father was out of work. She still had her demands, and she still wanted to live the same lifestyle that she was accustomed to, regardless of her parents financial situation. Brittany’s needs had been one of the reasons her mother had come to him in the first place, and her trips had gotten more frequent recently.
He continued to knead the soft and delicate folds of her pussy and she squirmed at his touch.
“Can we just stop?” I can get you your money back.
“No Brittany. I don’t want the money. Besides… We’ve already established that this is all you are good for. Remember?” he said spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and rubbing her clit.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
He was saying that because he saw that was the road that she was heading down anyway. It was obvious to him, even though she hadn’t accepted the truth of it yet. She wanted to get put onto the pill because there was a popular boy at school that wouldn’t have anything to do with her if she didn’t. He wanted to fuck her, and that was all that he wanted. She had hopes that she could use her body to get him to love her, but whether she knew it or not, that was never going to happen. Chances were that he would fuck her and dump her and that was it.
Whenever he had a girl in this position he treated each one a little different based on whatever the situation was. In Brittany’s case he wanted to turn her into a little slut. He wasn’t going to let her out of her restraints until he was confident that he had broken her will, and faced the reality of her choices.
“Are you denying it?” he asked her, sliding his finger up and down her slit. “This is what your pussy is for and this is what the team captain wants from you. Are you going to give it to him?”
She shrugged her shoulders but didn’t answer.
“Answer me!” he said firmly and smacked her pussy.
His slap surprised her and her entire body tensed up. He noticed that her stomach muscles were more defined than any he had ever seen before. She obviously had a rigorous and impressive workout regimen and her efforts had paid off nicely. “He won’t like me if I don’t,” she answered defensively.
“So you are a fuck-Pig” he said. “Your pussy is only good if you use it to please men. Otherwise it’s just a pee hole, and it’s worthless. Promise me that you won’t be selfish with it.”
“I’m not a slut!” she argued with disgust in her voice.
“You’re not a slut?” He asked her as he continued to play with her pussy. “You are strapped down on my table and I am playing with your pussy as if it were a two dollar toy, because I gave your mom money to let me do it.”
“Oh my God. I want you to stop now!” she begged, but her pussy was telling a different story. She was wet and he could actually smell an increase in her pheromones. She was saying no, because she wasn’t used to hearing anyone talk to her like that, but that didn’t stop her from liking it.
He took his hand away from her pussy and slapped her hard across the face, and a look of surprise and stark terror crossed her face. It was obvious to him that her parents had never spanked her, but she should probably get used to it. The types of guys that she was obviously into usually weren’t opposed to abusing their women.
“MOM!” She screamed out. “HELP ME…. MOM!”
She could scream out all she wanted, but it wasn’t going to do any good. He wasn’t going to completely risk it so he walked back over to the drawer and emptied some more of the contents onto his tray table, and wheeled it back over to her. She watched him with guarded suspicion.
“What are you going to do with that stuff?” She asked.
He picked up the ball gag and went to her head. She struggled against her restraints as he slipped it over her head. She went to scream out again, which only made it easier for him to insert the ball into her mouth. He tightened it, muffling her cries.
It didn’t stop her from struggling though. “A good slut knows when to keep her mouth shut. It’s a lesson that you haven’t seemed to learn though,” he said.
“I’m going to leave you to get used to things for a bit,” he said leaving her to wear herself out. She continued to cry out, but her eyes were wide as he walked to the door, as if she didn’t want him to leave her alone. He did it anyway.
He went to the refrigerator in the break room. He hadn’t had time to eat earlier, and he took advantage of the time he had now to snack on his sub that he brought earlier. He stopped half way through it, rewrapped it and put it back into the refrigerator.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin and went back to room three. Brittany had calmed down and resigned herself to her situation. He went to her side, leaned up against the table, and spoke softly to her.
“I know you think that I’m being mean hear, but I’m not. You are making these choices yourself. Choices in which you are boxing yourself in to being treated like a piece of meat.”
“Okay, okay! I won’t let him fuck me.” She said into her gag.
Doctor Mitchell laughed. “You’re misunderstanding me,” he said. “I’m paying for this experience. I don’t care what you do after you leave here. For tonight, however, you are a slut. For the next couple of hours you belong to me completely. You will say what I want, do what I want, and be what I want. What you want doesn’t matter. You are a slut, and you are my slut! Understand?”
She hesitated, trying to think of a way out, but eventually she nodded.
“Can you take this thing off of my head?” She mumbled through the gag.
“Call yourself a slut,” he demanded.
“Oh Gawd… Really?”
He pinched her nipple hard, and she squealed, enjoying the way that she tensed up, and once again noticing the increase in the odors that she produced.
“Okay, Okay! I’m a slut. There I said it.”
A deal was a deal so he walked around to her head and loosened the gag. “If you scream it goes back on get it?”
“What’s the stuff on the table for?” She asked when he had the gag removed.
“Punishments, and rewards,” he said walking over to the small table. He lifted up a flog, “If you misbehave, or fail to say or do something that I want you to say or do, you get this. If you fail to say or do it convincingly you also get this, but,” he added—picking up one of the three vibrators that were laying there, “If you do it right the first time you get one of these.”
“What’s the big one for?” She asked, referring to the vibrator with the large rubber ball on the end of it.
“Enough talk,” he said picking the flog back up. “It’s time to get started.”
Her eyes widened.
“The only thing I am good for is fucking. Say it!”
She clapped her mouth shut, struggling to form the words in her mouth, and he brought the flog down against her outer thigh.
“Ouch…. Shit that hurt,” she said, and he brought it down again.
“Don’t hesitate and don’t complain. And Thank me for punishing you.”
“Thank you?” She asked incredulously.
“I am teaching you discipline, and you should thank me for it!” he said sternly raising the flog up for another strike.
“Okay, okay! Thank you.”
“Thank you sir,” he said striking her again with the flog,
“Thank you sir!” She added.
“Now say it. I am only good for fucking.”
“I am only good for fucking… Jeez,” she said.
He whipped her with the flog again.
“O wow ow!”
“Say it again, but with more enthusiasm.”
“I’m only good for fucking!” she screamed angrily. “I know its true Goddammit, but it sucks okay! All guys want to do is look at me, and I know that’s all they want from me, but what am I supposed to do?” She was nearly screaming. As soon as the words were out of her mouth she tightened up and flinched waiting for him to hit her for acting out. No blow came though.
“Good,” he said.
“Good?” She repeated. “I thought for sure you were going to hit me again,” she said resentfully.
“You were honest with yourself, and with me. And you were passionate about it, I’ll never hit you for either of those things.”
“Oh,” she said. Her anger had brought the tears to the surface, and he went to her and wiped them for her. It was time to switch gears so he walked back to the table and grabbed one of the smaller vibrators. She watched him as he turned it on and brought it to her slit.
She stared at him the whole time with amazement. She couldn’t believe what he was doing and he could see that on her face. She was confused, but there was no denying that she was also turned on. AS soon as the tool was near her pussy she arched her hips upward toward it as if she could grab it with her pussy lips.
Over time he had learned that there was one good thing about whores. You could treat them like shit, smack them around a little, and pretty much do whatever you wanted to them, as long as you satisfied the hunger of their pussy they would forgive you for almost anything. They were predictable that way and he found comfort in that.
“Oh my God. Uh… Uh,” she panted, forgetting about the punishments. She started to pant heavily as he worked it around her. He started off by teasing her. Avoiding the areas where he knew she would want him to use it, and occasionally hitting those spots.
She started to struggle a little with the straps, but now it wasn’t from fear. It was more from lack of control.
“It’s not all bad though is it Brittany? Knowing that the guys like to look at you… Knowing that they all want to fuck you? Admit it. It’s nice to be found desirable.”
“Uh… Uhh,” she said responding to his words.
“I want you to imagine yourself actually letting them fuck you. Imagine what it would be like if you just gave in and let them have your pussy!”
“Oh God…. That would be soo bad!”
“But a part of you wants to doesn’t it?”
She hesitated for a second, but her hips didn’t shut up. She was bucking herself into the little rubber dildo feverishly.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Oh God… I do!”
Her hips were moving up as if she were trying to fuck the vibrator so the doctor moved it down and pressed it against her hole.
“Oh fuck!” She squealed.
“Who do you want to let fuck you?”
“You!” she said. “I want you to fuck me!”
“Jacob. The team captain!”
“Oh God! I don’t know…. I can’t think!”
“Tell me,” he said pulling the vibrator away.
“I was almost gonna cum! Put it back!” She begged.
“Danny, from the wrestling team, and Jonesy, the center on the basketball team. Fuck… I guess I really am a slut!”
He put the vibrator back, and began to work it again. She had calmed down a little, and the moment for her to cum had passed, but there would be more chances.
“I want you to actually consider letting them all fuck you. One at a time or all at the same time. The choice is yours.”
“Oh my God…. Really?”
“Mmmhmm. Just think about it. You’re not making a commitment here, but consider letting each one of them have your pussy. Think about letting yourself give in to their desires. Put their wants ahead of your own. You know what they want. Now think about giving it to them. Using your pussy to please them.”
“Shit!” she said moving her hips up and down again. “Oh Fuck… I actually want to…. I wanna let them all fuck me at the same time! OOOOOHHHH Shiiiit!! I’m cumming…. GAAAWWWD!!!”
Hearing her admit it was making the doctor as hard as a rock. At first he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get her to overcome that obstacle. Not being as young as she was, but so far things were moving right along.
“That’s a good little slut, he said setting the vibrator aside. Your pussy is worthless unless you use it to please men. Brittany looked at him and nodded. He slid his hands up her stomach enjoying the softness of her skin, and continued up to her breasts. He cupped one in his left and squeezed her nipple. She sucked air through her teeth.
She was doing well so far. He was sure that she didn’t realize yet that he was training her, but now it was time to switch gears.
“I still can’t believe I’m doing this though. I feel like such a whore,” she said matter of fact.
“You are a whore Brittany. But you’re a good one,” he said squeezing her nipple again a little harder.
“Ow,” she said. “Not so rough!”
He slapped her across the face and the sudden change in gears surprised her.
“What was that for?”
“Thank me,” he demanded.
She had forgotten the routine already, but she would remember. She stared at him dumbly and he slapped her face harder, turning her cheek a light pink.
“Thank me,” he said more firmly.
“Thank you!” She said angrily. “God… I was just getting to like you.”
He slapped her again, harder, letting her know that she was out of line. “Say thank you sir!”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she conceded. “Thank you sir,” she said resentfully.
“Good,” he said.
“Why do you keep hitting me?”
“Because you are a stupid cunt that only thinks of herself!”
“I do not!”
He went to the table and took the smallest vibrator off of the table. It was only three inches long and an inch in diameter. He lubed it up and went back to her.
“Prove it!” he said.
“Okay… How,” she said defiantly.
“I’m going to slide this up your ass. If what you want is more important than you will tighten up and try to stop me. If what I want is more important to you then you will loosen your ass up for me like a good little whore!”
“Oh Fuck! That’s gross!”
He put the dildo up against her anus and added some pressure.
“Please don’t!” She begged.
He pushed a little harder she kept her ass puckered trying to fight against the intrusion.
“I’m gonna make you taste it afterward,” he informed her.
“Oh that’s so fucking gross,” she said.
He reached up and slapped her again. Her face was starting to turn red from all of the slaps and his dick twitched as he noticed. He slapped her again just for the fuck of it.
He pushed a little harder, and despite her efforts to stop it the dildo penetrated an inch into her.
“NOOO!” she squealed. “It’s in there. I can feel it in my butthole,” she admitted. “Get it out! Please!”
He slid it in further. At first she continued to grip it with her ass, but as he started to slide it in and out she began to get used to it, eventually she let up on her grip, and lay silently as he pumped it in and out of her.
“That’s not so bad,” she said finally as he continued to add more depth to her ass fucking. “Go deeper.”
He pushed the small dildo all the way in, and then pulled it out. The dildo was surprisingly clean. It wouldn’t have mattered either way. One of the things he loved was watching a girl taste her own ass. There was just something wonderful about it to him and he couldn’t help himself. He brought it next to her lips.
At first she pursed them, and he just knew that he was going to have to force her to suck it for him. He wanted to watch it slide into her mouth and nothing was going to stop him from seeing it. She surprised him though. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and he slid it into her mouth.
His dick throbbed as she closed her mouth around it. She sucked it willingly and he watched her tongue follow it out as he pulled it back and re-inserted it into her waiting butthole. He buttfucked her some more just so he could watch her suck the dildo clean again. She did it again, but this time with even more enthusiasm. She was a quick learner.
He couldn’t wait any longer. His need to have her was overwhelming him. He unzipped his fly and took himself out. He started to rub his thick cock up and down her slit, feeling her soft flesh against his throbbing head. She looked at him with anticipation, waiting for him to insert himself into her. He found her opening and slid himself in, but only a little.
“Is this what you want?” He asked her.
She shook her head no. “Please. I’ve had enough okay. I’ve done everything you want. I proved that I’m not selfish. You are. Now stop it!”
She had a point, and he felt a flash of anger at her for pointing it out. What he was doing was selfish. He was taking what he wanted from her without regard for what she felt, but he was beyond the point of being able to stop.
“You’re right Brittany. I’m selfish. You are gorgeous and I have to have you. Your perfect skin. Your perfect shape. Your gorgeous little face, and your tight little body. I have to have you. I can’t stop myself.”
He could feel the pressure from her hymen and he knew for certain then that this was her first time. He had suspected that it was, but this confirmed it.
She was begging him to stop, which was a change of pace for him. A part of him wanted to listen to her but he ignored it. Instead he listened to that part of him that actually enjoyed hearing her pleas to stop. The part of him that wanted to hear her beg for him to stop some more.
He thrust himself into her and held himself inside of her, letting her get used to having him inside of her. She looked at him waiting for whatever came next. He began to pump slowly in and out of her. She laid there silently trying to get used to being fucked.
“Mmm,” he said. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.” She responded with her hips greeting his. She was a whore all right. He could slap her one second, and get her forgiveness the next just by sliding his dick into her pussy. She couldn’t help herself. Her eyes glazed over from the pleasure of it.
“Please stop,” she begged. “I’m not a whore! I’m not. I’m not.” She was shaking her head no, but her pussy was so wet, and the smell of her was overwhelming. She could beg him to stop all she wanted, but he knew the truth. She was loving every second of it.
“This is all you are good for Brittany. You are nothing but a little fuck pig! A cum bucket slut!”
“Oh God NO!” She squealed, but she started to pant harder. “I’m not a slut! I swear it. I don’t want this. I don’t want to like it!”
“But you do like it don’t you? Admit it. You love having my dick inside of you. You don’t even know me but you love that I’m fucking you.”
“I don’t,” she insisted adamantly but her hips were grinding into him as he continued to slide himself in and out of her. “I want you to stop. Please!”
He stopped and pulled out of her. He stood there stroking himself in front of her and she couldn’t help but to watch him. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his dick and the look of loss was unmistakable.
“You want it back inside of you don’t you?”
She looked him in the eye, and her eyes were drawn back to his throbbing member. He touched it up against her slit again and she drew another breath between her teeth.
“Do you want it or not?”
He slid it back into her and slapped her across the face again. “You love being fucked by me. Admit it whore!”
She moaned out, but said nothing.
He increased the pace and she started to pant as he fucked her.
“Call me a whore again…. I’m starting to like it when you say it!”
He looked her straight in the eye. “This is all you are good for Brittany. Letting guys fuck you!” He said increasing the pace, and slamming into her hips.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she started to pant.
“You’re a dirty little tramp,” he said and he slapped her again for emphasis.
“Oh God,” she said. “It’s true and I don’t fucking care! Just fuck me harder.”
He slammed harder into her tight little cunt.
“You’re a dirty little cum dumpster Brittany. All your good for is pleasing men, and that’s it!”
“Uh huh,” she said. “Do you want me to fuck them?”
He had to admit that he loved hearing her ask him that. At first it was all just a challenge to him. He had started off just wanting to see what he could get her to admit to, but as time went on he started to like it himself. Alexia had fucked another guy behind his back, and he hated her for it. Now he was basically asking another woman to do it. She wasn’t his girlfriend and it was different, and yet somehow it was related. He wasn’t sure how, but at that point he didn’t care.
“Yes,” he said.
“I’m gonna do it doc! I’m gonna let them all fuck me. I’m gonna let whoever wants to do it fuck me whenever they want to!”
“Oh God you’re such a little slut!” He yelled.
“I know it… Fuck… I can’t help it…. Guys make me so fucking horny looking at me all the time. I just want to lay under them and let them have me. I want them to like me… OOOOHHHHH!” she squealed.
Hearing her say that was more than he could stand. He slammed deep into her pussy, and came inside of her. Then he pumped a few more times letting his cum build back up, and he squirted another load into her.
When he was finished with her he leaned down and kissed her. This little tramp had been one of the most amazing experiences he’d ever had. Just hearing her say the things she said had driven him wild inside, even if she didn’t really mean any of it. She had sounded sincere and that’s all that mattered. Honest and sincere. Not like that lying bitch Alexia at all.
She kissed him back. He slid his tongue into her mouth and felt hers meet his. He broke away and began undoing her straps.
“Is it over?” She asked.
He laughed and winked at her. “I think you’ve had enough young love. You were amazing by the way. I think maybe the best lover I’ve ever had.”
“Huh uh…. Really? It was my first time ya know,” she said proudly, relaxing a little now that the conversation seemed to lighten up.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?” She asked coyly.
“Which part,” he chuckled.
“You know…. When you said that you couldn’t stop…. Because I’m pretty?”
He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I meant it. You are pretty you know. Young… But very pretty.”
She smiled back at him, and made her own confession. “I guess that’s why I was telling you no. I didn’t really want you to stop. I just wanted you to not be able to. Is that bad?”
He shook his head no.
“Your dirty by the way,” she added. She had a smile on her face though, and he knew that it wasn’t a problem for her.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “I guess I can’t deny that.”
“I liked it,” she admitted. “Most guys are, but you are really dirty and somehow that must be what I want.”
“Is she coming on to me?” he thought.
He finished her straps, letting them fall to the floor, and she got up just as he was starting to put himself away, and zip himself up.
“Wait,” she said. “let me do that for you.”
He shrugged and dropped his hands away. Brittany knelt before him. She took him into her hands, but instead of simply putting him away, she began to fondle him and toy with him instead. “I haven’t even really seen one before.”
He let her experiment with him without saying anything to her. Before he knew what she was doing she slipped him into her mouth and started sucking him clean. He leaned back against the counter and watched her work at pleasing him with her mouth.
“This is what a good whore does for her man… Isn’t it? Clean him up when he’s done fucking her?” She pulled back to ask him. He nodded yes. She sucked him a few more times and then looked back up at him. “I want to be a good whore for you.”
“Her man? Uh oh,” his mind recoiled. “She’s too young for you big guy. Better fix that right away.”
He let her suck him for a little longer, but her words wouldn’t leave his brain. He couldn’t help but wonder exactly what she thought was happening here, but as her lips were gliding over his shaft he became lost in the feeling.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Fuck Brittany. You’re a natural.”
She smiled up at him. “You can cum in my mouth if you want,” she said, and then slid the head of his dick back between her luscious little lips.
His mood was already returning, but for the first time in his life he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. He had cum in her pussy earlier, and he wanted to do it again. He grabbed her roughly by the hair, and stood her up. Then he pushed her up against the counter, lifted her up so that her stomach was laying on it and her feet were dangling off of the ground, and he mounted her from behind.
“You really do like being a whore don’t you,” he said as his dick was penetrating her tight little pussy for the second time. Once again he was surprised at just how tight she was. It was as If he could barely fit. He didn’t start off slowly this time. He grabbed her by the hair for leverage and began slamming into her admiring the sound of his hips smacking up against her ass.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted as he grudge fucked her from behind.
“You like that? Huh?”
“Oh fuck… It’s going in so fucking deep!” She said between gasps.
He pulled her hair even tighter, and fucked her with everything he had, as if he were trying to make her a permanent part of the counter top.
“Your pussy’s so fucking tight you dirty little slut!” he said, as she continued to pant and grunt beneath him. He reached down from her hair, wrapped his left hand around her neck and started to choke her, cutting off her air flow. He could feel her pussy clench up as soon as he did, but he didn’t slow down. He continued to slam into her as if there really was no tomorrow. He let up, and he heard her gasping for air.
“Oh fuck,” she screamed. “Do that again…. Shit that was hot!”
He backed off, spun her onto her ass and mounted her from the front. He started fucking into her again, and this time choked her with both hands, and spit in her face. “You like that slut?”
He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head. At first he thought he went too far, but he could feel her cum splash up against him, and she collapsed backward onto the counter top. He kept fucking her until he came again even though she was limp on the counter. He pulled out of her sloppy wet pussy, and they both panted to recovery.
“Oh my God I can’t believe you actually did that!” she said after she regained her breath.
“Sometimes I get carried away. Are you okay?”
“Fuck yeah!” she said. “That was friggin awesome! I never knew an orgasm could be that intense.”
“I thought you were a virgin?”
“Well I was, but I do have fingers ya know.”
Doctor Mitchell put himself away, and zipped himself up.
“How much time do you think we have left?” She asked him hurriedly.
He looked at his watch, “about an hour I think. It really hasn’t been that long.”
Brittany jumped off of the counter, and leaned backward up against him. “I don’t want this to end.” He wrapped his arms around her. She was a lot shorter than him so it ended up being over her shoulders. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands, and she looked up at him and smiled.
Out of all of the things that she’d said to him this was by far the most surprising. He never expected her to be as compliant as she was, but the last thing he expected from her was that reaction. It seemed, at least to him, that it didn’t matter how he treated her. That no matter what he said or did to her, that she still wanted more than just an orgasm, and that surprised him.
“Well you knew from the beginning that it wasn’t going to last forever. I’m surprised you’re that into it though. I really have treated you pretty poorly so far.”
“But this won’t be the only time…. Right?” She asked completely disregarding his comment about how he’d treated her, and spinning around to face him.
“Well… It’s not like I can be your boyfriend Brittany. You’re what? Fourteen?”
“Yeah… So…. Age is just a number,” she pouted.
For the past hour he’d been treating her like crap, and she’d taken every bit of it. The truth was that despite his fetish, to him it was just about sex, and stimulation. Outside of sex he didn’t want to treat her like crap. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel rejected, and hurt. He didn’t want for her to look back on this night and hate it. He didn’t exactly why he cared, but he did.
“Look Brittany. I’m not rejecting you or anything, and if you were say twenty or so… There would be no way I would let you out of my sight. But think about it. After tonight how could we even see each other. I’m just being realistic here.”
“So if there was a way then you’re saying it doesn’t have to end?”
“You’d better think closely about what you’re saying, is what I’m getting at. This was mild Brittany. I actually held back. Not only that, but to be completely honest here. I kind of meant it when I said that the only thing you are good for is fucking. I’m not trying to be a dick Brittany, but at fourteen we have nothing in common except for the fact that I like fucking you. Is that really what you want?”
“Shut the front door! Really? Ya mean there’s more?” She asked. “I didn’t think it could get any better!” She touted. Once again only hearing the parts that she wanted to hear, and completely ignoring the rest of what he said.
This time it was him that was dumbfounded. “Better?”
“Well duh! I mean after tonight I am kinda thinking I might be bored with anyone else. You fucked the shit right out of me.”
“No Brittany. I didn’t… But if we keep going, I will. Litereally… Not only that but I’ll make you suck me off afterward.”
He was doing his best to let her know that she was better off with someone less perverted. He knew that most women weren’t into things as extreme as he was, and he couldn’t possibly imagine a fourteen-year-old girl going for that kind of thing.
“It ain’t so bad,” she answered. “You can do that to me if you want to. You can do whatever you want to me. Except dump me. I’ve done everything you asked, said everything you told me to say. Now it’s me doing the asking.” She held onto his arms tightly as she made her plea.
“I don’t know Brittany. I had an awesome time, but I don’t want to out and out ruin you.”
“Then don’t dump me!” She said defiantly.
“How would we even see each other. It sounded to me like your dad keeps pretty good tabs.”
“You got kids? He’s been after me to babysit, but I don’t really like watching kids very much. Wait…. You’re not married are you?”
“No,” he laughed. “So far the only women that seemed interested, for some odd reason, only want to be treated nice and that’s it. I gave up on that kind of love sorry to say. I don’t really go for that kind of woman anymore. Not only that, but now it seems that I have a whole other issue. It seems that I’m suddenly into sharing.”
“You’re serious about that huh?”
“I’ll do it. If that’s what you really want me to do.”
“If you want a boyfriend you should find someone at least relatively close to your age Brittany. I can’t be that for you. I’m pretty satisfied with the way things are. It’s just me and my dog and that’s it. I’m used to that. I like it that way.”
“Guys! I hope your decent. I came back early!” Katrina’s voice cut in.
“In here mom!” Brittany yelled out eyeing Dr. Mitchell.
“Is it okay if I come back?”
“Yeah!” Brittany said. “I think we’re done,” and then she added more quietly. “For tonight.”
“Pick that stuff up and throw it in the drawer, and don’t give your mom all of the details please.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she said. “I don’t think she’d get it.”
“You’d be surprised kiddo,” he thought to himself.
She gathered up the stuff and began tossing it into the drawer. She shut it just as her mom finally came through the door.
“I had trouble figuring out which room you guys were in. You could have told me.”
“Oh… Sorry mom,” Brittany said.
“You don’t even have your top on sweetie. Are you sure you guys are done?”
“I think so…. Are we? I mean he does want me to babysit, but that’s not tonight.”
“Oh,” her mom said. “You have kids.”
“No,” Brittany answered for him. But don’t tell dad that.”
“Oh,” she said simply. “Well umm…. Did you write Brittany’s script yet?”
“I’ll get right on it,” he answered, but he knew that her mentioning the script was really about the money. “I’ll write it and give you the remainder of the cash Mrs. Albright. As promised.”
“Oh… The cash… Yeah I almost forgot about that part,” she lied. “So when she babysits?”
“It’ll just be enough money to show dad mom…. And that’s it.”
“Oh… Right…. Of course,” she said but it was obvious that she was disappointed.
Dr. Mitchell went to write the script. He also grabbed a sample of the morning after pill and a bottle of water. The last thing he needed was for her to get pregnant. He went back to room three, and watched as Brittany swallowed the pill, chasing it with water. He handed her mom the script and the money.
He didn’t, however, write his number down, and he wasn’t planning on it. She had it in her head that this was going to continue, but he hadn’t actually agreed to it. If he could avoid it he was going to.
“Did you go shopping earlier mom?” Brittany asked.
“God no,” Katrina answered. “There’s bills that aren’t paid yet, and I deposited almost all of the money, and grabbed something to eat.”
“You should go shopping. Treat yourself to something. Dad won’t ever know the difference. He doesn’t even know about the money!”
“I don’t think so Brittany. Just because he doesn’t know about it doesn’t mean that we won’t need it next week.”
“You should at least get yourself something though. Treat yourself a little bit. You deserve that much. I mean I worked hard for that money, and I want you do something nice with it. I mean it.”
Dr. Mitchell’s suspicions started to raise up a little. He didn’t think that Brittany really gave a crap about her mom enjoying herself. It just didn’t seem like her style.
“Well… I don’t know. You actually want me too?”
“I will be mad if you don’t! I didn’t do that for bills!” She said trying to sound disgusted, but Dr. Mitchell already knew that wasn’t the case.
“Okay. If it’s what you want.”
Brittany smiled, a crooked little smile, and looked at Dr. Mitchell. “Okay, but while your shopping I want to spend more time with…. Hey… What’s your first name anyway.”
“Benson,” he said feeling pressure in his chest. “Dr. Benson Mitchell.” She had pulled a hat trick.