Cave Man's Captive

by Juliana Conners

  “These are very nice,” he says. “Have they ever been touched?”

  “No, Doctor,” I say.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mom.”

  He leans in closer when he says this, and whispers into my neck while staring down at my breasts. I sit very still, afraid that if I move, he will too.

  “I promise, Doctor,” I tell him, in a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. “No one has ever touched them.”

  “Good.”

  He reaches out and cups both of my breasts in his hands.

  “I’m the first to touch your perfect tits. They’re so full, yet perky. And they’re all mine.”

  The way he says “tits” makes me even wetter, as well as the way he says they’re his. I want him to say both things again, but he doesn’t.

  He seems to be holding back, as if he knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but can’t help himself.

  “Elizabeth Jane, you’re a grown woman now,” he says instead, as if this is news to me.

  I nod.

  “You truly have the perfect body. You should use it. It’s yours to do with what you want. You know that, right?”

  “Right,” I answer, too mesmerized by his hands touching me to say anything else.

  His gentle caresses become firmer grasps that feel so good I could explode.

  I don’t really believe his words— it seems to me that my body pretty much belongs to my mom and her weird rules until I can afford to move out— but I just go along with whatever he says.

  He rubs my nipples with his fingers, voraciously, and licks his lips as if he wants to devour me with his fingers and then his mouth, and I feel a gush of wetness in my panties. I had already been wet but now I want him so badly that it’s becoming physically obvious. I can’t believe my fantasy of being with Dr. Monroe is coming true.

  He gives one of my nipples a firm twist, as if telling it that he owns it. And he’s right— he does, he can have it. He can take anything he wants, and I believe he knows how eager I am to give it to him. He moves one of his hands down my side, my stomach, my hips, and lets it rest on the top of my thigh.

  “You know that your panties are going to have to come off in order for me to be able to fully examine you, right?”

  He says it in that way that reminds me why I have a thing for older men. They know what they want, and they go for it. So unlike myself.

  “Right,” I say, and inch my legs open a little bit, so that his hand can travel up my inner thigh and rest on the outside of my underwear.

  My most private part lies just beneath the thin fabric, and he lightly rubs its lips. I let out an involuntary moan.

  This is it. I can’t believe he’s touching me, taking me. At least I hope he takes me. I’ll do anything he wants, if only this handsome, older, experienced doctor will make love to me for my very first time.

  Chapter 15 – Elizabeth Jane

  “You’re a very good patient,” Dr. Monroe says, pressing firmer so that I can feel him through my panties. And I know he can feel that I’m dripping wet. “And I just want you to know the specific process. You are going to have to be fully naked and I’m going to have to keep my lab coat on. You will have to submit to me and do what I say, in order for the procedure to go well.”

  “Okay,” I say eagerly, as he strokes his fingers up and down on top of my underwear.

  “Since no one has ever touched your perfect tits, I’m assuming no one has ever touched you down here, either?” he asks, as if expecting a quick affirmative response.

  I hesitate. I think about lying to him but I wonder if he can somehow tell. He is a doctor after all, and uncovering the truth is the purpose of his examination.

  “Someone has touched you down here?” he asks, hooking a finger under my panties, so that’s he’s touching my flesh underneath.

  My legs tense up a bit, fearful, and I say, “Well, yes, Doctor.”

  “Someone has touched this beautiful little pussy of yours?” he asks, and shakes his head sadly.

  I can’t tell if he’s faking it or if he’s genuinely upset.

  Nor can I get the word “pussy” out of my head. It sounds so foreign to my ears and it’s strange that I’m sitting here in Dr. Monroe’s office— the same doctor who treated me when I was a child— as a fully grown 19-year-old woman, feeling shocked that he used the word “pussy.” It seems as if I have a lot of growing up to do still.

  “Someone put their hands on this perfect cunt?” he asks again, as he himself inserts a finger into me.

  I moan again, tightening my legs around his hand so that I can feel him all the way inside me. He takes his finger out of me and we both look down at my juices dripping out of my pussy and into his hand.

  “Your little pussy is so tight and it’s so wet,” he says, looking into my eyes now.

  I stare straight back, daring him to do more.

  “Why’s it so wet?” he asks me, as he puts his finger back inside me.

  He pushes it in and out of me, grabbing me, penetrating me, and I close my eyes for a second before opening them again to look back at him.

  “You make me wet,” I tell him.

  “Hush,” he says, again taking his finger out of me and this time sticking it into my mouth.

  Surprised, yet even more turned on than ever, I lick my own juices off his finger while he starts rubbing my clit with his other hand.

  “Suck on my finger and stop talking for a minute,” he says. “Before you make me do something we’ll both regret.”

  He jams his finger down my throat and I suck on it harder, looking deep into his eyes, begging him to give me more. He sticks another finger in my mouth and I eagerly take it, sucking hard and fast while he fills up my mouth with both fingers.

  Finally, he looks back down and says, “You need to lie back, so that I can properly examine you.”

  This is exactly how I had dreamed it would happen. I obediently lie back and spread my legs wide open for him.

  “Did the boy who touched you do anything else down here?” he asks, as he rubs his finger up and down inside my hole, filling my entire body with pleasure.

  “No,” I tell him, and I’m glad I can give him an honest answer.

  I guess my mother was right, and I’m glad I’ve been waiting for a special time with a special man, even if just by default, I think. I’m so sure I want Dr. Monroe to be that man.

  “What were the circumstances of this violation of your beautiful, tight little pussy-cunt?”

  Now he’s using his thumb to rub my clit, as I bounce my bottom up and down a bit to get some good vibration going. I can’t believe I’m being so brash. I just want him so badly.

  “We were playing Truth or Dare,” I tell him, embarrassed at how juvenile it sounds. “And someone dared him to finger bang me. So, he did.”

  I shrug, because that’s the beginning and end of it.

  “Did you like how it felt?” he asks me, thrusting his finger in and out of me with more vigor.

  “Yes,” I answer him, honestly.

  “Did it feel this good?”

  He’s playing with my clit while his fingers are inside me and I’m humping his entire hand.

  It literally feels as if he’s fucking me with his fingers. It didn’t feel anything like this last time.

  Nothing has ever felt this good— not the boy’s hand, not my own hand. Only Dr. Monroe can make me feel this amazing. I hope he keeps going, because I never want him to stop.

  Chapter 16 – Elizabeth Jane

  “No,” I answer Dr. Monroe, honestly. “It didn’t feel anything like this last time. This feels really good.”

  “Where did the two of you go when this happened?” He asks, as I’m on the verge of climax. “A closet?”

  “No,” I gasp, almost unable to talk.

  Now he takes his other hand and plays with my nipple again, increasing my sensation of euphoria. I try to finish my sentence.

  “We were just out in the open. We were
all in a circle.”

  “A circle?” He asks, interested. “There were others there, watching him do this to you?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, almost coming. “Well, kind of. They could see what he was doing but it was under my skirt.”

  He pinches my nipple differently now— harder— and rubs it in between his fingers. At the same time, he grabs ahold of my clit, as if claiming it as his own.

  “That’s good,” he says. “Did you like when people were kind of watching him finger fuck you?”

  I can tell he wants me to say yes, and I suppose I did like it. I enjoyed knowing that they knew what a bad girl I was being, but couldn’t exactly see everything the boy was doing to me.

  I liked how the other guys looked at us, as if they wanted to finger bang me too. And I liked how the girls looked at me in shock.

  Maybe I really am a whore, like my mother always insinuates, I think.

  “Yes, Doctor,” I finally answer him, as I begin to come on his finger.

  “Look how soaking wet your perfect pussy is,” he says. “Look at how much I make you come when I grab your hot little clit and play with your pussy. Tell me how much you like this.”

  “I love this,” I nearly shout, surprised at how bold I’ve become. “I love when you finger fuck me. It feels so good.”

  “I can tell you like it, Elizabeth Jane,” he says.

  “I love it,” I say, as my entire body is seized with an orgasm.

  This is so much better than when I do it by myself at home.

  I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the orgasm all throughout my body.

  Dr. Monroe takes his finger out of my pussy— now I can only think of it as a pussy, his pussy — and walks closer to the side of the examination table where my head is lying. He sticks his finger into my mouth again.

  “Lick your cum off my pussy,” he commands me, and I do.

  I lick it long and slowly, looking into his eyes as I do it.

  I can’t help but want to laugh when I think about what my mother would think about “good Christian Dr. Monroe” now. I imagine her sitting in the waiting room looking at her watch impatiently, wanting to barge in on me like she always does at home. But this is a doctor’s office and we have doctor-patient privilege. No one can be here except for Dr. Monroe and me.

  I want him to take my panties off and fuck me for real. But he takes a break and just looks at me, as if he’s deciding what to do with me.

  Fuck me, I want to tell him. Take my virginity.

  He stares at my body, naked except for my panties, which are soaked in my own cum. Underneath them, my pussy is aching for him to finish what he started.

  He has been my family doctor since I was young. And now he just finger fucked me and played with my nipples while I told him how I’d never had sex.

  He turns around and gets something from his desk drawer. I feel abandoned and alone. My face blushes with embarrassment as I remember spreading my legs so that he could finger me deeper and harder, but I have to admit that I liked it. I didn’t want him to stop.

  It seems to take Dr. Monroe forever to walk back to me. When he does, he has a dictation recorder in his hands.

  “These are my notes on my examination of Elizabeth Jane Suttell,” he says, speaking into the recorder.

  I guess he wants this exam to be official.

  “Her mother would like me to thoroughly check her for signs of impurity. I have been in the process of doing just that.”

  He smiles at me and I nod at him, willing him to come touch me again. He winks at me as if he knows what I want. He’s just teasing me, drawing this out, making it take forever.

  Dr. Monroe continues talking into the machine.

  “Her mother caught her masturbating in her room. She thinks she’s been a naughty girl, and has brought here in here for an examination as to her physical purity and her mental state.”

  I look down at my bare feet hanging above the beige carpet. I can feel myself blushing in embarrassment at the fact that I have such a ridiculous mother.

  “She let a boy finger-fuck her sweet little pussy in high school, during a game of Truth or Dare. Otherwise she’s been completely chaste. Except that she let me finger fuck here right now in this very examination room. So, she obviously has some urges she has been wanting to act on.”

  I look up at him, betrayed that he would spill my secrets, even if just into the recorder, and also afraid that I’ll get into trouble. Is he going to give this tape to my mother? No, he couldn’t. It would show that he isn’t exactly innocent either.

  And then I realize that he’s recording this for posterity’s sake, like I do when I write in my diary at home. Only he probably won’t rip up the tape he just recorded like I always do the equivalent of when I tear up the pages that I write.

  “You’re a very naughty girl, who has very, very dirty thoughts, aren’t you?” he asks.

  “Ummm.”

  I gulp, hesitating to answer, so unlike myself just a few minutes ago when his finger was in my pussy and I was yelling about how good it felt.

  “I guess so.” I shrug.

  “Well, here’s how this is going to go,” Dr. Monroe continues, regaining the authoritative tone in his voice.

  And suddenly I’m wet again, because I love when this older, more experienced doctor tells me what to do.

  “You’re going to submit to further examination, and we are going to carry this all the way through, since I know how much you liked to be finger-banged.”

  I lower my head again, ready to submit to whatever Dr. Monroe wants. I know that I, for one, want him inside me. I want him to take my virginity, and I’m hopeful that that’s exactly what is about to happen.

  But he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself to stop.

  “Not today,” he says, as if talking to both himself and me. “I will need to see you again. I have got to stop for today.”

  My heart sinks, as if he just told me the worst news ever. I already feel empty and alone waiting until the next time I get to see him again.

  “If you cooperate and allow me to do the complete examination eventually, then I’ll give a good report to your mother,” he says.

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  I don’t know what else to say, because it seems beyond my control.

  Not that I’m unwilling. I’m glad that my mother will hear what she wants to hear, and also that it sounds like Dr. Monroe eventually plans to have his way with me. I just wish it would be now.

  “All right then,” Dr. Monroe says into the recorder. “I’m making a note of the patient’s consent to the complete examination at a later date. At this stage of the examination I’m satisfied that she is in fact pure.”

  He sounds official now, as if he is documenting this to protect himself. Even though he just said some very incriminating things into the same tape.

  He switches off the recorder. I hope this means he’s going to pick right back up with me where he left off, but I have a feeling he’s ending things, if only because he feels he has to.

  Chapter 17 – Elizabeth Jane

  “Elizabeth Jane, you were tight when I touched you so I feel you are a virgin.”

  Dr. Monroe looks very pleased when he says this. He pauses, as though he wants to say more. Do more. And I’m hoping that he will.

  But instead he says, “Next time, however, I might have to explore deeper.”

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  “Elizabeth Jane, I told you your panties must come off,” he tells me. “Why are you still wearing them?”

  He looks frustrated.

  I touch them, wondering if he wants me to take them off. He’s sending such mixed signals.

  “I… uh…” I blush, not realizing I had made a mistake.

  He just looks at me, waiting for me to continue.

  “I thought you were going to tell me when exactly you wanted me to take them off?” I finally offer.

  “That’s a good girl. And you always ob
ey my orders, don’t you?” he says.

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  “Next time, I want you to be naked except for your panties as soon as I come in, do you understand?” he asks me.

  I nod, loving to hear the words “next time.”

  “I can’t hear you,” he says.

  “Yes, Doctor,” I say.

  “That’s more like it. I’ll have Trisha schedule your next appointment. I’ll let your mother know that I need to do a more extensive examination but for now you’ve passed.”

  “Thank you, Doctor.”

  I’m glad he’s going to tell her that and that I’ll get to see him again, but I also wish he could do the extensive examination now. Why must he drag it out like this, torture me like this?

  “Until next time, then,” he says.

  He turns to briskly walk out of the office but then he looks back around, glancing up and down at my still naked body.

  “I love how you were dripping wet for me,” he says, as if he just can’t stop himself from making that remark. “And next time I’ll make you even wetter.”

  He reaches down and adjusts his pants, and I can’t help but notice his bulge. I just know his cock is huge. I want it inside me so badly, I’m hoping he’s changed his mind and he’ll come take me right here, right now.

  But instead he pauses, takes a noticeable breath and then nods, mostly to himself. I can only assume he’s satisfied that he’s not as rock hard as he was just a moment ago.

  He opens the door and I want to call out, “Wait! Come back.”

  But I don’t. That would be silly.

  I’ll just go home and write about this encounter and then tear it up and throw it away like I always do. I’ll wait patiently— or impatiently— until the next time I see him. Hopefully he’ll take my virginity then.

  That’s all I want him to do. Fuck me.

  Then I can get that out of my system and move on to a more normal life—one in which I’m not kept locked up by my over-protective mother and I’m not a virgin anymore. Dr. Monroe will solve that problem for me and give me freedom to cut loose and really live my life.