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His nails dig into my clit.
“Ouch!” I yelp.
“Still mouthy,” the doctor says. “We’ll have to remedy that. However, it appears the patientlikespain, so we’ll have to adjust the punishments.”
He pinches my clit again, and the pain zaps through me.
I shout: “You fucking ass?—”
“It is quite reactive,” the doctor murmurs.
It.There’s that word again.
An object. A toy. A thing.
An unmistakable drip travels down my pussy lips to my ass. I close my eyes, willing the sensations to dissolve. I’m reacting to physical touch; it has nothing to do with being objectified or withhim.
“Look at the natural lubrication,” Dr. Ambrose says. “She’s leaking like a broken faucet.”
“Perhaps sheisbroken, sir,” the assistant says.
They break into laughter. Flames demolish every part of me, and need oozes out of my pussy. I’mnotbroken. My mother wasn’t broken either. If anyone is “broken,” it’s the fake doctor who uses his status to take advantage of patients.
The vial.The acid is underneath us.
If I split the acid between two people, there’s no promise it will blind both of them enough for me to kill them with an accessible makeshift weapon. But maybe, with some luck, I can do it.
The sink. The filing cabinet. No…the stool. I’ll probably have to use the stool to attack them. Will I have enough time to kill both of them?
Metal glints at the corner of my vision. The assistant hands Dr. Ambrose a vaginal speculum the size of a large forearm.
Every thought evaporates from my brain. My vision tunnels.
“That’s way too big!” I kick my feet, knocking straight into the assistant’s hand. The metal instrument clangs to the floor. I leer at Dr. Ambrose. “You arenotputting that in me.”
I scramble off of the table and reach toward the floor. The vial is there. My hands frantically sweep the tile. Where is it? It has to be here!
Dr. Ambrose picks me up and shoves me down flat on the exam table.
“Steady the hips,” he says. The assistant seizes my shoulders and lies across me, using his body weight to keep me down. His lab coat scratches against my skin. Dr. Ambrose steps back and grabs the speculum off of the floor. “Keep her steady now. We don’t want to damage her any further.”
“Fuck you,” I yell as I flail, but with the assistant lying on top of me, it’s impossible to do anything. “Fuck you both?—”
The metal pries my pussy apart, like a knife cutting mysides open. With a punch to the back of the device, Dr. Ambrose crams the metal inside me. Convulsions wreak havoc through my abdomen, my body instantly cramping.
I heave. He is literally prying me apart.
I breathe as slowly as I can and push the pain away.Follow the rules. Obey. Soon, I’ll?—
A metal gear churns; the speculum’s mouth widens with every twist of Dr. Ambrose’s fingers. Spasms charge through me.
He’s going to rip me in half.
As I whimper, the assistant looks over his shoulder between my thighs. Dr. Ambrose fixes the bolt into place, then leers at my pussy hole. My clit throbs. I’m so wide, I’m positive he can see my cervix.
Dr. Ambrose stretches my pussy lips hugging the speculumevenfurther apart. My clit pulsates; each throb travels to my head, making it so I can barely think. Why am I doing this?
I’m here for a reason,I think.I’m here because of him. He has to?—
