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My lips are parched. He’s talking about Benji. Benji never said I was a freak, but I could tell he thought I was strange, and now, Dr. Ambrose thinks I am too.
But Dr. Ambrose’s mouth is open and wet, and his erection pokes his pants. Arousal ravages his eyes, his intensity aimed at me.
Every part of me aches. I’m strange, and I’m a freak. And Dr. Ambrosestillwants me.
“My assistant barely has to hold you down now,” Dr. Ambrose says.
The two men exchange a glance, and I whimper.Damn it.Why does the assistant have to be here? If he wasn’t here, I could kill Dr. Ambrose right now. Acid in his eyes. The stool in the back of his head. As soon as he was done inserting his fingers, I would?—
Dr. Ambrose pulls out his fingers rapidly, and their sudden absence steals the air from my lungs. He spits into his palm, then rubs the saliva over his hands.
“The patient obviously doesn’t need the extra lubrication. Regardless, we must test for arousal due to saliva,” Dr. Ambrose murmurs. “You see, Oliver? Her mouth dropped open with this simple gesture. Imagine what she’d do if I spit on her nasty twat.”
I smash my lips closed. Every fiber in my body tenses. My fingers contort. My heart races. Dr. Ambrose is driving my pussy—and mymind—insane. He said my pussy smells strongly, that I was too loose for a twenty-five-year-old, and that my pussy juices tasted rancid, and somehow,he’s aroused by doing this to me. Why don’t I want him to stop?
Then my mind spins.
Saliva.
Lubrication.
He’s going to put his fifth finger inside of me.
I can’t fit his fist!
“D-Dr. Ambrose,” I stutter. Fear churns my stomach, waves of nausea reaching the back of my mouth. I lift up, and the assistant pushes me back down on the exam table again. “You can’t put your whole hand inside of me. I don’t want that. It’s too big!”
“Ah, but with a used-up cunt like yours, you can take it,” Dr. Ambrose croons. He lowers his mouth, and his warm, wet tongue slides across the ridges of my asshole, tickling me, then his tongue dips up into my cunt, lapping my arousal. His mouth hovers over my clit, his breath teasing me. “You can verbally deny your desires if it helps you acclimate to our procedures here, but the evidence is plainly visible between your legs. I know what your body can take. And youwilltake it.”
I gulp. Dryness irritates my esophagus. I’m being squished to death by invisible forces of desire: the need to do what he says, to hear his approval when I take his fist, and the fucking terror of how it might shred me to pieces.
This is for my mother,I tell myself.My mother. My mother. My mother.This isn’t what I want. This isn’t for me. I’msupposed to?—
The assistant tightens his grasp on my shoulders, and I rattle on the table, the paper crackling. Dr. Ambrose puts his fingertips together, creating a teardrop shape with his fist.
My eyes burn; my vision blurs. It would be stupid of me to fight him now, wouldn’t it? The assistant is here; there would be no chance of success. I have to wait until we’re alone. That’s why I’m sitting here, waiting to be fisted. It’s not because I want to do this. I don’twanthis fist.
Do I?
Dr. Ambrose puts his coned fingers at the edge of my pussy hole.
“Show me how much you can take,” he growls.
His fist pushes past my pelvic bone. I wail. Pain obliterates me, my pussy pulsating around his fist. Everything aches like my insides are exposed and raw.
Tears stream down my cheeks. I don’t know what’s happening to me.
This is not for me,I tell myself.Not for me. Not?—
“Look at the puppet!” Dr. Ambrose’s hollow laugh booms through the exam room. “You may simply observe now, Oliver.”
The assistant steps back as he reclines against the wall and watches me.
Dr. Ambrose ripples his fingers in my pussy, and I can’t focus on anything buthim.I weep. I want so badly to move—to scream and tear Dr. Ambrose apart with my bare hands—but if I move, overwhelming ecstasy rips through me, and I can barely breathe as it is.
“The stretched out cunt likes it,” Dr. Ambrose says. “Isthat the only way it can cum? By being used to the point of worthlessness?”
It.My pussy is an it.
