by Loki Renard
A few gentle strokes followed his climax, the thick head of his cock pushing his cum deep inside her tight little pussy before he pulled out slowly, taking care of her sore, freshly deflowered womanhood and Sophie could feel his cum sliding out between her lips with him. She stared up into his eyes with total vulnerability, not knowing if she was forgiven, not knowing if this earth-shattering connection had been anything more than a way for him to exert his will.
Richard bent down and claimed her mouth in a kiss, his hands running up her body with loving caresses. His tongue massaged hers, telling her all she needed to know with the passion of his desire and the tenderness of his care. No words could have told her what his touch told her in that moment.
Afterward he sat in his armchair and held her close, stroking her hair and back and kissing her tenderly as they recovered from their vigorous lovemaking.
Sophie could not believe what had happened. She was no longer a virgin. The doctor had taken her virtue and given her an aching, pulsing pussy in return. If she had known what sex was like, she would have had it much sooner. Richard had managed to make her body feel transformed, lighter, more feminine, swollen and tender in some places, but loved all over.
Love was a strange word to use for a man like the doctor, but it was one that would not leave her mind. She was in love with him, for better or for worse. And maybe, he had some love for her too.
She broke the easy silence with a question. “Is that standard procedure, doctor? To have sex with your patients?”
“No,” he said. “But there’s nothing standard about you, Sophie, or your situation.” He hesitated, and she sensed that he wanted to say more. The feeling she’d gotten from the very first moment they’d met was back, the sense that there was something else going on with this hyper-masculine doctor who didn’t seem to fit with the rest of his class, and certainly didn’t seem to play by the rules.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
He smiled. “You’re smart, Sophie. You keep your eyes and ears open, and you pay attention to what they tell you.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I can’t give you an answer,” he said. “Not yet.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips, a kiss that contained passion and longing. Sophie’s lips parted to allow his tongue to enter her mouth, their lips locked in an embrace more intimate than almost any that had come before it, and that seemed to hold a promise of truth that could only be transmitted tongue to tongue.
She found herself clinging to him as he broke the kiss, wishing she could stay pressed against him, wishing they could continue to share the intimate space that seemed to be created every time they were close and evaporate when he once more retreated into the role of doctor and she prisoner-patient.
“What’s happening, Richard?” She asked the question again, softly.
He ran his large palm down her back and cupped her bottom. “I’m doing my best to keep you safe, that’s what’s happening.”
Chapter Seven
Evidently the doctor’s idea of keeping her safe was keeping her busy with more sex and more disciplinary treatments than ever before. A few days later Sophie found herself in a room that was vaguely familiar. She had never been inside it before, but she had stood in the observation gallery at the top and looked down inside it. Richard had summoned her to the punishment machine, and in spite of her puppy-dog looks and her appeals to what she had hoped was his better nature, he seemed intent on strapping her into it.
“You were so curious about the machine,” he said with a sexy smirk. “I thought you should spend some time in it.”
“But…” Sophie’s protest was cut off as he reached down, took the hem of her dress, and pulled it up over her head in one motion, rendering her naked in seconds. “But…”
Richard’s expression was unfathomable, a mixture of stern resolve, affectionate amusement, and the masculine lust that was always present now when they were together. He was so painfully handsome Sophie wanted to throw herself at him, seduce him out of punishing her, but even the sight of her naked body was not enough to taint his resolve.
She found herself steered toward the bench, which was tilted at about forty-five degrees, and strapped in place face down. There was a circular support for her head that allowed her to look through the bench, which was slowly raised by mechanical motion until she was more or less eye to eye with Richard.
“This machine is an incredibly sensitive one designed to thrash a miscreant to the very apex of their tolerance,” he informed her. “As, for instance, in the case of a girl who decided to steal something from her doctor.”
“You already punished me for that,” she whimpered.
“I want to make sure it sticks,” Richard said, flickering a wink at her.
She blushed as he walked around behind her. She could not see what he was doing, but she could feel his hands on her bottom, spreading her cheeks, and she could feel the now familiar sensation of lubricant being applied to her anus in slow, circular strokes that grew more insistent the more lubricant was applied.
Squirming in place, Sophie’s heart beat faster as she felt a hard protrusion at her anus. It was another probe, and it was going into her bottom.
“That’s not fair! The other lady had one in her… not her bottom!”
“I think anal discipline is more effective with you, Sophie,” Richard said, swatting her cheek lightly as a low humming sound accompanied the machine pressing several inches of probe into her delicate anal canal. Sophie whimpered as she was impaled on the machine’s protuberance, filled in a way that made her every movement increase the level of stimulation.
“Now,” he said. “I think you could do with a switching. That’s how naughty girls used to be punished.”
She felt something thin against her bottom. Of course, the machine probably had dozens of implements that could be switched in and out. Richard had chosen one of the harshest, as far as Sophie could tell. It felt very whippy even before it moved away from her skin momentarily.
“We’ll do an initial cycle of six strokes.”
He hit a button and… whip crack whip whip crack whip went the machine, bringing the thin switch across Sophie’s cheeks several times in quick succession.
“Ooooh! Ow! Ouch! Oowww! Owwwiee! Owww!” Sophie squealed. Being switched was not like being spanked. There was less ache and more of a high-pitched sting that made every nerve in her body sing out in sympathy pain for her poor striped bottom. She could feel that the machine had laid each stroke a few millimeters below the one before it, creating a thick lined band of raised welts across her bare bottom.
The probe had begun to vibrate, she wasn’t sure when it had started exactly, but she could feel the sensation rippling through her, accompanied by a warm welling.
“What is it doing to me?”
“The probe secretes internal lubrication to ensure sensitivity and to protect the tissues,” the doctor told her. “It’s perfectly safe. Another six, I think.”
Another six strokes landed, biting into her bottom lower and lower with every pass, slowly getting closer to the sensitive sit spots of her cheeks, and jolting her rear against the probe whose lubrication and vibration was only increasing.
Sophie started to feel the familiar flooding of endorphins, rushing her body in a cascade of relief. Her ass was hot and as the doctor called for yet another half-dozen strokes, she felt the heat reach fever pitch, stinging her tender bottom again and again with welting slaps she knew she would feel for many hours. But somehow, it did not matter. Her clit was throbbing against the bench, her cunt clenching against thin air as her body reacted with what was becoming predictable sexual need.
The doctor ran his fingers over her striped bottom and let them descend between her thighs, stroking her outer lips lightly.
“What do you think, Sophie? Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yessir!”
She would have said yes to anything in that moment. Every part
of her body was primed to be fucked. The probe in her bottom, the stripes on her ass, the hardness of her nipples, the clenching of her fingers, all spoke to a need that was growing almost unbearable.
“Please…” she moaned as Richard laid little light slaps to the entrance of her pussy.
“Please, what, Sophie?”
“F… fuck me,” she moaned softly.
“You’ve been far too naughty to have your pussy fucked again,” he said chidingly. “If I am going to fuck you again, it will be in your bottom.”
She blushed furiously at the thought of his cock going inside her bottom. Yes, the probe was there, but that was different from having the doctor put himself inside her. How would that feel to have him thrusting inside her tight little asshole?
“You want me, Sophie?” He growled the question in her ear, his fingers half-slapping, half-massaging her wet pussy. “You want me to fuck your bottom?”
“Please…” she repeated in a voice that was almost too small to be audible. “Yes… please…”
She heard a whirring as the machine was disengaged. The probe slid out of her hot, spread bottom hole, leaving her dripping lubricant. She was not bereft for long though; a moment later, the doctor’s hot, hard cock slid in. The probe had loosened her for him nicely, and the lubricant made his passage easy. He pushed up inside her bottom in one very long stroke, pressing kisses to the back of her neck as his powerful hips urged his thick rod deeper and deeper inside her.
Sophie moaned with embarrassed pleasure as her bottom was fucked slowly and sensually, Richard’s hardness spreading her cheeks and making her tight anal ring stretch to accommodate him. It was a sensual fucking with a side of discipline. His hand slid up into her hair and bunched at the nape of her neck.
“Is this what you needed, Sophie? Your hot little ass fucked by your doctor?” He breathed the question as his hips met the welted lines where the switch had landed.
“Mngggh…” She couldn’t bring herself to answer him directly, but she answered with her body. She bucked back against him, the heat and sting reignited with every thrust of her ass.
Pleased by her response, Richard wrapped his hand around her waist and began strumming her clit, thrusting harder inside her.
“Naughty little girls who steal have their bottoms fucked, Sophie,” he chided as his cock slid home again and again. “And very naughty girls come while having their bottoms fucked. You aren’t going to come, are you?”
Sophie was already on the brink of orgasm when his teasing words began to make her melt all the more. He was adept at making her feel small and naughty and yet so womanly and hot all at the same time. His desire ignited hers, his cock urging her toward an explosive orgasm that burst across her moments later, flashing through her body and turning her moans to shrieks of pleasure.
Behind her, Richard was pounding her ass, his cock hammering home over and over as it swelled with cum and finally gave in to the clenching demands of her tight little anus. He came with a cry of pure animal release, a growling, grunting sound that was accompanied by one last thrust in which he sank himself even deeper inside her, depositing his cum inside her hot little ass.
Sophie was not entirely sure what happened after that. She was aware of being released from the straps, of being pulled into his arms and of being held atop Richard on the bench, which had been lowered to a horizontal position. It was not the most comfortable place to cuddle, but Sophie did not care. Richard’s broad chest made the most comfortable bed she’d ever laid upon.
She let herself doze with him and together they laid in post-coital bliss until twenty minutes or so later, they were interrupted by an icy voice.
“Doctor, would you like me to escort the patient back to her cell?”
Both Richard and Sophie looked up from their embrace to see the nurse who had spoken to Sophie with those curt, sneering words giving them both a cold stare.
“It’s quite alright, nurse,” Richard said. “I’m assisting the patient’s recovery and will see her back myself.”
“Yes, doctor,” the nurse replied, somehow managing to make the words sound disrespectful. She was clearly not pleased with what she was seeing, but she couldn’t do anything about it.
Sophie smirked as the door closed. The woman could be jealous if she wanted, Sophie understood. Doctor Richard was hot, and he only had eyes for her.
“I should take you back to your cell,” he said. “We can’t have people talking now, can we, Sophie?”
She made a vaguely human type sound in response, too tired to vocalize her reaction. Richard picked her up in his arms and carried her from the machine room back to her little cell where he laid her down on the bed and pressed an affectionate kiss to her forehead.
Sophie was content to go to sleep, feeling her heavy lids closing from pure exhaustion. It would have been nice to go to sleep in Richard’s arms, to curl up against his strong body and feel his arms around her, but she was a naughty little prisoner and this separation was part of her punishment. It was not much of a separation though. Sophie could still feel his touch on her skin, his cum trickling slowly between her cheeks from a reservoir created deep inside her bottom, and his scent lingered on her body.
Sighing with the unmistakable contentedness of a well-sated lover, Sophie relaxed and let herself fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Chapter Eight
In the middle of the night the door to her cell slammed open. Wrenched roughly from slumber, Sophie was pulled from her bed and a hood shoved over her head. She screamed, but a hand clapped over her mouth, silencing her immediately.
“Quiet,” Richard’s voice growled through the darkness.
“What’s happening!” She yelled the question into his hand, making a muffled sound of outrage.
“I’m getting you out of here,” he said. She felt the world spin as he lifted her up and put her over his shoulder. “They’re coming for you, Sophie. We have to go. Now.”
There was something different in his voice. The usual cool timbre was gone, replaced with an aggressive note and an urgency that made her heart pound. She felt Richard carrying her out of the room and through the warren of corridors that comprised the treatment center with swift, long strides.
“Stop! Hand over the girl!”
Someone shouted the demand. Sophie felt Richard’s grip tighten around her thighs as he quickened his pace and kept moving without making any reply. What followed was a lot of shouting and within seconds, the sound of gunfire. The booming shots were deafening in the darkness, and the constant motion of Richard’s body carrying hers to safety disoriented Sophie completely.
“Give us the girl! Surrender Sophie Eins! We’ll shoot you both if we have to!”
They were calling literally for her life. Sophie was not sure who was trying to kill her and who was trying to save her, but instinct told her that she was safe in Richard’s arms.
She heard a weapon discharging nearby, and beneath her she could feel the force of the ricochet through Richard’s muscles. He was shooting at people, and by the sounds of it, he was hitting his mark too. The whiz of a bullet singing past her ear made her scream again. Sophie squeezed her eyes tightly together, as if that would somehow make it all go away: the noise, the terror, the nightmarish conflict that was rising to a brutal cacophony all around her.
Suddenly, there was silence. A door slammed shut and she felt a rising sensation in her belly as they began to move upwards at a rapid pace. Sophie was sobbing from fear as the hood was removed, her eyes still pressed closed tightly as if the darkness could save her.
“Shhh,” Richard soothed her. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe.”
She opened her eyes and found herself in the interior of a military star cruiser cabin heading away from Newtopia at warp speed. The receding planet getting smaller and smaller through the window was not as surprising as the man standing before her. It was the doctor, but not as she knew him. Richard was no longer wearing his customary
white coat. Instead he was clad in black tactical clothing, weapons strapped to his hips and legs, his broad chest encased in hard armor.
He ran his hands over her trembling body, checking her for injuries. “Deep breaths, Sophie,” he said in calming tones. “You’re okay. You’re safe now.”
She let out a little whimper as he drew her close and hugged her reassuringly, pressing kisses to her cheeks to dry her tears.
“What happened?”
Richard’s piercing gaze focused on her tear-filled eyes. “The official story is that you’ve been kidnapped by off-world rebel forces who staged a daring attack on the treatment facility just hours before your release. The real story is that the president issued an order for your execution and you’ve been evacuated to safety.”
Her stomach clenched with anxiety. “My… execution? Why would anyone want to kill me?”
“The authority wanted to be rid of you, Sophie,” Richard explained. “When the corrective treatment didn’t take in the first week, they decided to charge you with treason. The last law that still carries the death penalty.”
“But… why!? Why would they want to kill me? I never hurt anyone!”
“This has never been about you,” Richard explained patiently. “Your father fled the colony months ago and defected. The authority have been putting pressure on him to return by putting you on trial. At first it was a bluff, but he called it, and… well… you know the rest of the story.”
“So this was never about me, or where I’ve been, or who I was talking to? This wasn’t about contact between echelons?”
“You were deliberately targeted and drawn to those places,” Richard said. “I doubt you ever met an actual laborer. It was a very elaborate plan in which you were a pawn.”