Copyright 2014 Samantha LaCroix
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Open Wide!
By Samantha LaCroix
"Catherine? Doctor Patterson will see you now."
Catherine looked up from the magazine she was reading. She put it down on the table beside her and got up, taking her purse in with her. There weren't very many people in the waiting room -- she supposed it was a slow day for the dentist's office. Catherine walked down the hallway to the examination room and saw someone unfamiliar standing in a white coat, looking over a chart in his hand.
"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry ... I thought I was seeing Doctor Patterson in here."
The man lifted his head and smiled at her. There was something not right about that smile. It seemed innocent enough on the surface, but she could tell there was something else underneath. Something ... sinister.
"I'm afraid Doctor Patterson is away," the man said. "I'm Doctor Thorn, I'll be filling in for him while he's gone."
"Oh, all right," Catherine said. She put down her purse and sat down in the chair. Doctor Thorn turned to look down at her as she got herself comfortable.
"I was just looking over your charts here," he said, his eyes burning bright in his head. "It says that you've had some trouble with your teeth hurting while you brush."
"Yes, they feel more sensitive than usual," Catherine replied. "I think I might be getting a cavity."
"Well, let's see what we can't find, shall we?" he said. He reached up and turned on the overhead light, shining it down into Catherine's face, blinding her momentarily.
"Open wide please," he said, and she did as she was told. Doctor Thorn took a metal instrument from the table beside her and poked around in Catherine's mouth. She heard him muttering to himself as he did, making tsk-tsk noises.
"Well Catherine, I'm afraid this doesn't look very good," he said, pulling back and allowing her to close her mouth. "You've got quite a nasty cavity in there, and I think you're going to need some serious work done on it."
"Oh no," Catherine said.
"If you're not busy, of course, I can do the work right now. It's fairly quiet, as I'm sure you saw outside."
"Oh, well," Catherine began, thinking of the errands that she had to do. Her thoughts were interrupted by the doctor's voice, though.
"It's very important that you get the work done," he said, his eyes burrowing into hers.
Catherine reasoned that her errands could be done another day and she nodded.
"Yes, today would work out fine," she said. "Thank you so much doctor."
Doctor Thorn smiled that smile of his again.
"It's my pleasure," he said, and his voice sent chills down Catherine's spine.
"Now, for this procedure," he continued, turning around, "I'm going to have to put you under. It'll just be a little gas, and you won't feel a thing. How does that sound?"
"Oh, gas?" Catherine responded.
"Everything will go by much easier if you were asleep," Doctor Thorn said. "And I promise you, you won't feel a thing."
"Well, if you say so," Catherine obliged, and the doctor smiled again.
"Excellent," he said, and he wheeled over a tank of gas with a nose mask attached. He turned the valve on the tank and placed the mask over Catherine's face.
"Now breathe in deeply," he said, which she did. As Catherine's head began to swim, the last thing she saw before passing out was Doctor Thorn looking down at her, that wicked smile plastered onto his face.
~~~
Catherine was lying down on a white bed in a white room surrounded by misty white light. She tried to look around but was finding it very difficult to move her head. She felt as though she were glued to the bed and couldn't lift any part of her body, no matter how hard she tried.
A man dressed all in black stood beside her, looking down at her. His face was masked in shadows but she could tell he was smiling. His smile was wicked, the smile of the Devil. She tried to open her mouth to yell but her lips wouldn't part. She tried to move away from him but her limbs wouldn't budge. She was helpless to get away from him, helpless to escape.
The man reached down to the front of his pants and slowly undid the zipper. Catherine's eyes went wide as she watched him, horrified. He pulled out a huge, throbbing cock and took a step closer to her. She tried to move her head to the side again, away from him, but she was completely stuck. He reached down and pulled open her mouth, leaving it hanging wide. Then, as Catherine watched helpless with her eyes bulging out of her head, the man lowered his massive, throbbing cock down into her mouth.
Catherine felt her tongue press down into the bottom of her mouth as this thing slid its way inside of her. There wasn't a thing she could do to stop him as he began pumping his cock in and out of her frozen mouth. She felt the head of it press up against the back of her throat and she almost choked, but still there was nothing she could do.
Catherine both saw and felt his hands grab onto either side of her head. He pulled her up, driving his throbbing member deeper into her mouth. Catherine's eyes welled up with tears as the man began pumping faster, fucking her face with his cock. She almost gagged as it hit the back of her throat over and over but the man kept fucking her anyway, never stopping his primal thrusts.
Suddenly she felt the hands on her head squeeze hard as he came in her mouth. His cock pulsed as hot, sticky loads of come spurted out and shot against the back of her throat. She could feel her mouth fill up with a monstrous amount of semen, pooling in the back of her throat and bulging out her cheeks.
When he was finished coming the man pulled his cock, still hard, out of her mouth and looked down at her. The come was pooled in her mouth as she lay there. She tried to spit it out but couldn't. It was all she could taste, the bitter-salty mixture of a stranger's semen.
She felt him place one hand on the top of her head and one hand on the base of her throat, cupping over it. The man then began rubbing his hand up and down her throat, massaging it, causing her esophagus to relax and open up.
Catherine's eyes widened in protest as she felt his warm semen run like a river down her throat and into her belly, all without her control. She could only lie, frozen, as this man took complete control of her body.
After all of his come was gone he took his hands away and stepped back. He pulled his cock back up into his pants and fastened them, reaching down beside him to a large cylinder sitting on the floor beside him. He grabbed the top of the cylinder and turned it, then turned away from Catherine and began busying himself at the table on the opposite wall.
Catherine watched, her vision slowly becoming clearer, as the room around her began filling in with detail. The edges of the walls began to appear, shelving started to come into focus, and Catherine could hear ...
~~~
... the sounds of children playing outside in the waiting room.
Catherine blinked her eyes and saw the ceiling tiles above her, the glaring light of the fluorescent bulbs shining illuminating the room. She realized that her mouth was still open and she slowly closed it, her jaw feeling creaky. She ran her tongue around in her mouth and felt a strange coated feeling inside of it. She tried to get rid of the
feeling, but it stayed where it was.
Doctor Thorn turned around from the table on the opposite wall when he heard Catherine smacking her lips.
"Ah, awake now, are we?" he asked, smiling. "How was that? Did you feel anything?"
"N-no," Catherine said, "but I ... my mouth tastes weird. Like it's coated with something."
"Oh yes, that's just some of the wash that I used while cleaning your teeth. Here, you can rinse it out with some water."
He poured some water into a small paper cup and gave it to Catherine. She rinsed and spat into the basin beside her, Doctor Thorn picking up a clipboard from the table behind him.
"Well, things are looking better, Catherine, but I'm afraid I wasn't quite able to get all the work done that I needed to do. Are you able to come in tomorrow at around the same time?"
"Um, yes, I suppose so," Catherine said, her mouth still feeling gross. "What other work do you need to do?"
"Oh, mostly just taking care of some things I wasn't able to get to today," Doctor Thorn said with a smile. "It's all technical jargon, I don't want to bore you. Anyway, be sure to make an appointment with the receptionist at the desk and I'll see you in a few days, all right? Okay!"
He turned his back to Catherine and began fiddling with something on the table again. Catherine got up out of the chair and grabbed her purse as she headed for the door.
"Good bye doctor," she said.
Doctor Thorn raised a hand briefly in farewell, not turning around to look at her. Catherine walked out of the examination room and back to the receptionist's desk where she made her next appointment. She left the office feeling unsteady on her feet and with that taste still coating her mouth.
~~~
Catherine arrived at the dentist's office the next day and sat down to wait for her name to be called. She grabbed a magazine and flipped through it, not looking down at it.
"Catherine?" the receptionist called out and Catherine's heart began to beat hard in her chest, but she wasn't sure why. She put down the magazine and got up, glancing around the waiting room. There was only one other person waiting in the room, and he looked like he could use a shower and a good night's sleep.
Catherine walked down the hall to the same room as the day before and saw Doctor Thorn standing there, waiting for her. He was smiling that smile of his again and was looking right at her.
"Oh my God, you frightened me," Catherine said, putting a hand to her chest.
The doctor's smile never faltered as he watched her.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the dentist's chair. Catherine put down her purse and sat down, her heart beating hard in her chest.
"I'm glad you could come back," Doctor Thorn said. "It looks like we might have to do a little more work today than originally anticipated. I'm going to have to give you a muscle relaxant to keep you still."
"Um, okay," Catherine said.
Doctor Thorn grabbed a needle off of the tray beside her. "Hold out your arm please," he said.
Catherine held out her arm and the doctor injected her with a clear fluid. Catherine could feel it working on her body almost immediately. Her muscles felt like they were melting inside of her. She felt her head slowly drop back against the headrest as her entire body relaxed in the chair.
"Beautiful," the doctor said. "Now it's time to administer the gas. Be sure to breathe deeply, Catherine."
He picked up the mask and placed it over Catherine's nose. She breathed in and felt her mind slipping off to a dream state. As her eyes slowly closed shut, she saw the Doctor looking down at her, that smile planted on his face.
~~~
Catherine was lying on the white bed again, the room around her clouded in a misty white. She once again felt like she couldn't move a muscle, but this time instead of feeling stuck in mud Catherine felt like she was incredibly, desperately tired. It was as though she had just run several marathons back-to-back and was only now laying down to rest.
The man in black was standing next to her once more. Her eyes went wide when she saw him but she knew there was nothing she could do. She was exhausted and couldn't move a muscle, couldn't even open her mouth to scream.
The man moved to the foot of the bed and leaned down, not to her face this time but to her legs. He grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and spread them apart, opening her legs wide. Catherine wasn't wearing anything below her waist and she could feel the cool air blowing against her privates, twitching at the sudden change in temperature.
Catherine lay there, helpless, as the man bent down and began to lick her pussy. His head buried itself in between her thighs, his features still somehow masked in shadow. Catherine tried to resist him but she couldn't. No matter what she did, her muscles refused to allow her to escape from his grasp.
The man's tongue ran up and down her pussy, pushing itself deep into her hole before sliding up and flicking over her clit. Catherine tried thinking of something else, anything to get her mind away from what was happening to her. But she couldn't help her body's reactions to his unceasing mouth. The longer the man ate out her pussy, the more she felt her body reluctantly becoming turned on by it.
Catherine didn't want any of this, she just wanted to leave this place, to go away. But she was stuck where she was and her body was responding to what he was doing. She could feel her clit swell up and begin to throb. The man's mouth came down over top of it, creating a vacuum around it as he lapped away at the nub like a thirsty dog.
Catherine heard a moan escape her throat without her doing. Reluctant pleasure was beginning to surge up through her pussy as the man licked and licked and licked. He produced his hand and stuck first one, then two, then three fingers inside of her snatch. Catherine let out a cry as the walls of her pussy stretched open. He began pushing his hand into her, his digits sliding in and out of her without remorse.
Catherine was helpless to stop him as the man slid a fourth finger in alongside the other three. She felt her pussy screaming out as it was stretched beyond pleasure. He shoved his fingers in and out of her with intensity, his tongue lapping over her clit as he did.
Catherine's eyes went wide when, just as she thought she could take no more, she felt the man's thumb tuck inside of the four fingers. She wanted to scream but couldn't. Instead she lay there, her lower half feeling like it was being torn apart as he pushed his entire hand up inside her pussy.
The man began moving his arm in and out of her, fist fucking her. Catherine tried again to do anything to stop this violation, but her body would not obey her. He licked her clit like an ice cream cone and, despite how much pain she was in, Catherine again felt reluctant pleasure begin to rise up inside of her body.
The man's hand moved faster inside of her body, pushing up against her uterus now. Catherine couldn't help herself. Her pussy walls screamed but her clit screamed even louder. She was filled with sweet, sick ecstasy, like a glass full of water, until it finally spilled out of her in a rush of release.
Catherine's body flooded outward with the orgasm wrought from this man's incessant perversion. She could do nothing, could stop nothing that came from her as she was forced to come for this evil man, this wicked soul. The pleasure and pain washed over her like an ocean wave, drowning her, and Catherine's eyes forced themselves shut ...
~~~
... only to open and see the ceiling tiles of the dentist's office. Her pussy and clit were on fire, the dentist's body bent down over her lower half. She could just see the shadowed image of him as he stared down at her legs, spread open, that wicked smile painted on his face.
Catherine tried to scream but couldn't. She still couldn't move, couldn't tear herself away from this man. She heard the grunting, the panting of Doctor Thorn as he forced his fist in and out of her. Her sexual nightmare had come to life.
As her body finally began to relax again, he folded his fingers up and slipped his hand out of her pussy. Once out, Catherine had the strangest sensation in the lower half of her body. It took her a second to
realize that her pussy was still gaping wide open, and that what she was feeling was the coolness of the air inside of her pussy. Her mind reeled and she struggled not to panic when she heard the distinctive sound of a zipper being undone.
Catherine's heart began to beat again. She lay, helpless, as she felt a huge, unseen cock slide its way into her raw, sensitive pussy. Despite having just been forced wide open, Doctor Thorn's cock was still large enough to rub against every wall of her pussy. She could feel him pushing it all the way in, thrusting to the back of her sore hole. His grunting picked up again as he fucked her, Catherine's legs lying helpless on either side of the dentist's chair.
Finally, thankfully, she heard the doctor let out a low moan as his cock inside of her exploded out jism. The hot, sticky fluid poured into her, filling her up beyond capacity. It seemed like he wouldn't stop coming. The doctor emptied his sack inside of her as he kept fucking her, his semen bubbling out of Catherine's gaped pussy and down between her ass cheeks and onto the chair.
He finished coming and pulled out of her, the rest of his seed pouring out of Catherine's pussy and over her ass. In a final act of sickness and carnality, Catherine felt the man's hands plant themselves on her inner thighs as he began licking up his own fluids off of her asshole and out of her pussy. He lapped up every drop of himself, sucking the remainder out of her gaping pussy before standing up to do up his pants.
While Catherine lay, breathing helpless, the doctor readjusted her legs and put her pants back on. When she was dressed and presentable, he walked to the side of the chair and Catherine saw his gaze travel up her body to finally reach her wide open eyes.
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