by Loki Renard
If it weren’t for her bottom clenching around the hard nozzle, the length of it filling her, she could almost have forgotten about the enema. The cramps dissipated as her hips began to rock back and forth, pressing her pussy against his fingers with a needy little humping motion.
Her hair fell over her face, providing a little bit of respite from the doctor’s piercing gaze. He brushed strands gently away from her eyes, looking down at her with an expression of masculine care that sent a bolt of excitement zipping through her stomach. He could be so tender, even as he took every part of her body, her bottom, her pussy, and made both his.
“That’s enough for the moment,” he said, swirling his fingertip around her clit.
It took her a moment to realize he was talking about the enema. Enough water had filled her and was gently sloshing around inside her bottom. He cut the flow off, but left the nozzle inside, acting as a plug to keep the liquid in. She was so full, she could barely stand it—and when his fingers slid from her clit to the entrance of her pussy and slid inside her tight vagina, Sophie grasped at the bed and let out an animal moan. Her cunt gripped his fingers, two of them spreading her lips and inner walls. Her cry seemed to touch him. He let out a growl of his own and thrust his fingers harder inside her with a fucking motion that made his palm slap against her pussy.
Finger fucked, bottom full, pussy spanked, Sophie writhed on the bed, moaning and wailing with complete abandon. She felt lighter and smaller than ever before, her lust driving her to the edge of containment. Orgasm was inevitable, a full body release that was heralded with a feminine scream as every muscle in her body contracted.
Sensing her imminent loss of control, Richard removed the plug, swept her off the bed and into the en suite bathroom in one swift motion. He placed her on the toilet and shut the door to give her privacy, and not a moment too soon. A second wave of relief swept over Sophie, quite different from the first, but no less powerful. It felt as though every bit of nastiness inside her was swept away in the torrent, leaving her empty and clean.
She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, still blushing. What an indelicate procedure it had been. She did not like thinking that the doctor had been witness to such basic bodily functions.
“Feel better?”
Sophie made a little mumbling sound that might have been a yes, but was simply a way of avoiding conversation.
“I’d like to rest,” she said. “I’m tired.”
“You’ve had quite enough for one session, I think,” the doctor agreed. “Let’s get you back to your room for some rest.”
A nurse was called to escort her back to her cell and Sophie soon found herself incarcerated once more. This time it was different when the door closed on her. This time she did not feel the momentary spike of panic, because this time she had the key to her prison.
* * *
Sophie waited all of thirty minutes before using the card on her door. It worked immediately when she pressed it to the lock, making the mechanism obediently disengage. Cautiously, Sophie stuck her head out of the door and looked around. Nobody was there. She took the chance of sidling down the hall to the examination room she’d first started in.
It was empty. She sneaked through it and found herself in yet another hallway. Hallways followed hallways. Doors followed doors and before Sophie knew what was happening, she was thoroughly lost. Some of the rooms she passed were occupied. Those she tiptoed past, unobserved. It was fairly clear that nobody in the facility expected to find so much as a bandage out of place, let alone a patient wandering around on her own.
Sophie opened a door and found herself in a viewing area overlooking a treatment room she had never been in. A large machine took up most of the room, the strangest machine she’d ever seen. It was comprised of a bench, over which a subject was strapped in place. It was a woman, though Sophie could not see her face it was clear by the flare of her hips and the generous curve of her bottom that the patient was female. Her bottom was bright red, thanks to a lash that was being mechanically plied against her rear over and over again while a doctor in a white coat looked on, overseeing the procedure and making occasional adjustments to the machine via an electronic pad.
From the viewing room, Sophie could see a readout with the patient’s data displayed. It was very precise, and more complete than she had imagined. A line followed the subject’s responses, and every time the lash landed there was a corresponding blip. There were also readings on the subject’s heart rate and blood pressure and also her lubrication levels, which were presumably being taken by the probe that Sophie could see was snugly fitted in the woman’s vagina.
The patient was squirming and whimpering as the lash landed with impressive precision, each stroke landing just below the previous one in a punitive cascade. In addition to the lashing there was an audio track playing. A masculine voice that vibrated with gravitas even through the viewing screen where Sophie stood unobserved by those below.
Obey the law. The voice droned. Follow the tenets. Obey the tenants. Follow the law.
The mantra was repeated with every stroke of the flexible lash that seared the woman’s rear. It was a kind of brainwashing, or something. Sophie didn’t know. Her eyes were wide with fascinated horror as she stared at the squirming woman who was being so thoroughly punished by the spanking machine.
The woman’s bottom was rising and falling between swats, and Sophie soon realized that was because the probe was actually fixed in place and she was fucking herself on it. The patient seemed to be enjoying the punishment on some level, grinding her hips back and forth and then actually lifting her ass to receive the next stinging stroke. And, was there something in her bottom? It was impossible to tell at such a distance. Sophie leaned over further to try and get a better view. She was perched over the railing, staring down at the unfortunate patient being punished below when quite suddenly, a palm exploded across her bottom with a slap that would have jolted her over the edge but for the glass keeping her in place.
“What do you think you’re doing, girl?” A hard voice growled behind her.
Sophie turned to see Doctor Richard standing over her, hands on his hips, brows raised in a way that made her stomach quiver.
“You are in big trouble, little girl,” he growled. “Very. Big. Trouble.”
Chapter Six
The little brat had stolen his pass card. As far as he was aware, in the history of corrective treatment, nobody had been that foolhardy. Richard had known from the outset that Sophie Eins was no normal patient, but he had not expected this level of misbehavior from her. He stalked back and forth in front of her as she stood in his office, entirely disrobed. Clearly she could not be trusted with even the simplest of privileges, like clothing.
Her body was a distraction, the soft curves of her feminine form drawing his eye, but Richard had no intention of letting the little nymph get the better of him yet again. She was not at all penitent, not yet. She stood with her hip cocked, hair tossed over her shoulder, her eyes burning with rebellion. She was a self-possessed confident young woman. And he was going to turn her into a sobbing, red-eyed, sorry little girl.
He stopped in front of her, hands on his hips as he gave her the full force of his glower. “Do you know what the penalty for attempting to escape corrective treatment is?”
She rolled her eyes. “More corrective treatment?”
Such a little smart ass.
“Keep it up, Sophie,” he growled. “It’s going to make disciplining you that much more satisfying.”
“Yeah? Well, enjoy it while I’m here,” she snapped. “People are coming to rescue me.”
“Who do you think is coming to rescue you, Sophie?”
She smirked at him with that attitude that made him want to spank her round little bottom until she squealed for mercy. “People.”
He shook his head. She was really quite convinced that the rules did not apply to her. That she would not be punished for her transgressions; that she w
ould not have to finish her course of treatment. He supposed he was part of the problem. He had given her preferential treatment, and she had used it to flout his rules in a flagrant display of utter disrespect.
Richard knew he was really angrier at himself than he was at Sophie. He was the one who had not noticed his card was missing until a full forty-five minutes after their procedure. And, noticing it missing, he had assumed that he had misplaced it until the system had shown Sophie as being out of her cell. Truth be told, he’d gotten a hell of a fright thinking that she had somehow managed to escape. The notion of losing her… the idea of perhaps not seeing her ever again made his stomach feel hollow with a gnawing fear that seemed to touch the very heart of him. In a short time, Sophie had become very precious to him. Clearly the feeling was not mutual.
Richard pointed toward his desk. “Bend over,” he growled. “And spread your legs.”
Her blush was somewhat gratifying. When it came to Sophie, her sexual response was always at the fore. If he knew her, she was probably already wet. She’d probably been wet since swiping his card. Girls like Sophie enjoyed being disobedient. It was a self-rewarding behavior, which had to be dealt with sternly.
* * *
Something was different. Sophie couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but the doctor actually seemed personally offended that she’d tried to escape. The implication of bending over and spreading her legs made her feel hot and squirmy low in her belly, but she didn’t move. She stood there, looking at him, wondering if he was as serious as he seemed to be. Was this really the same man who had been so kind earlier? Yes. Definitely. But now he was lit with a punitive intent that left no room for disobedience.
When she hesitated in getting into position, he reached out, took hold of a thick handful of hair at the back of her head and marched her into position, sweeping her feet out with his leg to expose her cunt to his gaze. He held her there, her breasts pressed against the hard wood of his table, one hand in her hair, the other running over her ass and pussy all in one possessive motion.
Sophie let out a little gasp of surprise and arousal. She had never been this wet before. Sophie knew she was in trouble, but the doctor’s roughness was only making her want him.
“Do you know what would have happened if you had actually found the exit?” He lifted his hand from her pussy and dealt a hard slap to her ass.
“No!” She screamed the answer as the print of his palm seemed to sear right into her core.
“There are guards outside this facility, Sophie. Guards who shoot on sight.” His hand landed hard against her other cheek, searing agony into her skin with the force of the slap. “If you had found your way out of the facility, you would likely be dead now.”
“No,” Sophie denied. “Someone told me to take the card. People are trying to help me.”
“Or someone is trying to get you killed,” he growled against her ear. “Someone told you to take the card? Who?”
“I don’t know. They talked to me through the wall… owwww!”
She squealed as another brutally hard slap burned her bottom.
“You hear a voice through a wall and trust it? Really, Sophie? Are you that naive?”
The answer, unfortunately, was yes.
“Listen,” he growled. “I don’t know who it was speaking to you through that wall, but it was not a friend. You are in an authority institution. There are dozens of staff here reporting directly to the authority. If anything, that was a test to see if you were part of some insurgency. If you had gotten out, you would have failed. And it would have been the end of you.”
“It was a trap?”
“Don’t sound so shocked, Sophie. You were sentenced on rumor alone. Do you really think the people who want to be rid of you will stop with having your bottom spanked a few times? You are in danger, Sophie, and I am doing my damnedest to protect you, but you are not making it easy.”
His hand fell with hard, fast swats that made her dance onto her toes and kick her legs. Every time she tried to close her thighs, the doctor kicked her feet apart again, keeping her pussy exposed. His fingers occasionally landed near her lips, scorching the delicate skin of her inner thighs as he spanked her like she had never been spanked before. His palm drummed against her bottom relentlessly, turning her sensitive skin to a hot sheet of fire, her bottom swelling, her pussy welling with treacherous moisture that started to flow down her thighs.
“This isn’t enough,” he said suddenly, stopping the spanking. His hand went from her bottom to slide down to her pussy, two fingers pushing inside her wetness. “I thought so,” he said. “Look how wet you are. You need more than a spanking. You need a man, Sophie. A man to keep you safe, from yourself and from the people who want to destroy you.”
Sophie didn’t know what he was talking about and in that moment, she didn’t care. She grabbed hold of the desk and arched her back, lifting her greedy cunt to his fingers that sluiced in and out of her pussy, driving her close to the verge of orgasm but artfully keeping her from the brink.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he announced, his words rough.
She felt her entire body flush with heat at the announcement. “Fuck me?”
“Yes, Sophie. It’s what you need. Fingers, probes, they’re not making any impact on you, and why should they? You’re a woman who needs a man. There is no substitute for that.”
She heard his fly slide down and looked around to see his thick cock spring free from his crotch. She stared in wonder at it, the thickness and length intimidating her. His manhood was brutally erect, the thick head pulsing up and down as it bobbed near her bare pussy.
“You can’t do this to me! You can’t!” Her panic was out of modesty more than real fear. The sight of his cock was making her pussy melt around his fingers, fresh flows of arousal coating his hard digits as he swirled them inside her.
Richard’s voice growled darkly in her ear. “I can do as I please with you, Sophie. You are mine. The moment the authority signed you over to me, you became my material. Mine to discipline, mine to take, mine to mold.”
An erotic shiver coursed through Sophie. She had completely underestimated Richard. He was no mere doctor, no simple establishment peon. He was a dominant man who had her in his power and he was going to make certain she submitted before he was done with her.
The thoughts alone made tremors start to rise within her, but before she could come Richard slid his fingers out of her pussy, leaving it painfully empty. Her back arched and she let out a whine, mourning the denied orgasm.
“Tell me, Sophie,” he urged. “Tell me you want me to take you, fuck you, make you mine.”
Every cell in her body was screaming for the release only he could give, for the protection he was offering. Richard was the strongest man she had ever known, a fact that both comforted and frightened her. If she were to be his, she would never be alone again. He knew her too well already. She would always be seen, always be known… it was everything she had ever wanted and yet some part of her mind, some reluctant, fearful part was holding shreds of resistance.
“I have to hear you say it, Sophie,” he growled in her ear.
“Yes… yes!” She screamed the words and a moment later he pushed her thighs apart and thrust forward. The head of his dick found her wet, swollen lips unerringly and began to part them.
Sophie gasped as the doctor’s cock slid inside her no longer virginal cunt, his heat making her pussy clench, his thickness causing her inner walls to sting and ache as they adjusted to the intrusion. Being fucked by Richard felt nothing like having the probe inside her pussy. He was hot and he throbbed inside her and his member was much thicker and much longer. She was being stretched wide, her tender pussy gripping him for all her walls were worth.
He held her in the face-down position and fucked her for a while, rough strokes punishing her naughty little cunt. She could still feel his anger, though it was more than that. It was fear too. He did not want to lose her. He wanted to claim her
. She could feel that in every thrust; it was as if he was fucking her to take her once and for all, branding her tight cunt with his flesh.
Submission was the only option. With her legs spread wide, her ass arched up, her cunt ravaged by the doctor, Sophie finally knew what it meant to be a woman with a man. The rushing sensations of pleasure were so intense that she could not contain her reaction in any way. She was absolutely open, vulnerable, submissive to the hard thrusts that shook her body and set off chain reactions of arousal that touched every part of her.
She could hear his ragged breaths, his masculine growls of possession, his hands clamping hard at her hips, locking her in place for his cock. There was no doubt she was being taken for his pleasure. He was using her tight little pussy for all it was worth, pounding her relentlessly toward a mutual orgasm.
Just as Sophie was sure he was going to come inside her, he pulled out of her pussy and turned her over so that they were face to face, his cock stroking in and out of her wetness as she laid on his desk, his body covering hers, their eyes locked on one another. It no longer felt like a punishment to Sophie. Her bottom was aching, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was feeling Richard inside her, his cock pleasuring her in places so deep she had not known they existed. When he pushed all the way inside her and held himself against her body, his pubic bone pressed hard against the nub of her clit, she could barely contain herself. She began to shake and moan, climax rising from the tender parts of her pussy where the pulsing head of his cock was massaging her deep inside her cunt.
Her orgasm triggered something even more primal in him. As she writhed and shook with the force of release, she could feel him becoming larger inside her. She reached up, putting her hand on his shirt-clad chest, feeling the musculature of his body through the fabric as her hips rose against him, writhing in an elemental climax that demanded everything of her lover. Her pussy was milking him, demanding the cum from the very depths of his balls and Richard answered that call. His growl turned to a roar of pleasure as he came, flooding her once virginal pussy with his seed, filling her to the very brim and then more.