"I, um, brought mine," I said. Why the fuck does a well-turned rack on another woman, screw with our heads? There's a pecking order among women and it has to do with boobies, and it makes no sense at all. She was as stacked as I was, and that meant... I don't know what it meant, except it was a problem.
(I'm not bi, but I've had occasional fantasies about sucking on breasts, or sometimes, being forced to suck on breasts. It's hot and weird. Lauren's though... I'd bite hers. Hard.)
"Don't be a child," she said. "We need to talk. Alone. And you only get forty five minutes. Come on."
She grabbed a small bag and walked back into the examination area. I hated this but she was right, we had to talk, and I followed her. We camped in an examination room.
"These rooms can't smell like food," she said. "Dr K would have a fit. So if you brought anything strong, save it for later."
I put aside my container of pasta salad, which had vinegar on it. She nodded, cut her apple in half and passed half to me.
"It's not, um... poisoned, is it?" I laughed, a little nervously.
"Oh, you're a funny one, too?" she said. "Look... either one of us quits or we have to get along. Eight hours a day is a long time to spend hating. So let me just put it out there, ok? We're not... exactly... competing. Dr K generally doesn't fuck me. Other things happen, but that doesn't... at least not often. Is he going to be fucking you? And don't even think of lying because it's going to be obvious anyway."
"We've been together," I said, trying to sound all mature and shit.
"Yeah, you and about thirty other women in this part of the state, and that's just the ones I know about on his patient list. No games, ok? This place looks like a doctor's office, but it's something else as well. Fucked up sexual dynamics don't begin to cover it. Are you his whore? You need to be honest with me."
"I do? Because I don't know, are you being honest with me? You were with him this morning, weren't you? In that room? And there's no fucking, you said?"
She bit into her apple, viscously. "Sweetheart, if he'd been fucking me, we'd have been in there for an hour. This makes me think you haven't really been with him. If you had been, you'd know about his foreplay. And even when he just fucks, believe me, it's not a three minute deal."
"So what happened in there?"
"Not that you need to know? But he toyed with me. That's what usually happens. If I want to be fucked, I have to crawl across the floor and lick his feet. Needless to say, that isn't happening."
I caught the tone of her voice.
"But it has happened, hasn't it. A few times?"
"Oh, fuck you," she said. "I don't know if you're even old enough to understand. For the right man, and a woman in the right mood... crawling and begging for sex is..."
I shivered. He hadn't made me do that, but a part of me understood. For the right man... yes, it could happen. I put that fact in my growing file of shit that shouldn't be hot and very definitely is anyway.
"Look," she continued. "Answer my question. When he hired you, was sex part of it?"
We were doing the frenemy thing. Trading information, showing some cards, but still at each other's throat. Guys won't understand. This comes naturally to girls.
"Don't... listen, I know I'm in so far over my head it's not funny. I was his babysitter, ok? And one night he got me alone. He, I don't know, tricked me or something... he got me to... So, yes, ok? I'm on his cock's speed dial. I keep waiting to wake up and realize I'm insane and I need to get out of here."
"You won't," she said. "You can't escape. I've been here three years. Dr K has told me that I've only got two more years here because I need to find a guy and get on with my life. He's right. I even know the guy I want. And there's every chance I'm going to let him get away, because he won't make me crawl and beg for sex like Dr K does. You have no idea how fucked up that is, but I come in every morning thinking I need to give notice today, and I never do. And most days, Dr K takes me into the room, and... he plays a little game. I'm his plaything for three minutes, just three minutes, and he tries to get me to drop to my knees and crawl and beg. Usually I can handle it. I have to think about roadkill, but I can usually last three minutes. Just... not always. That's what you're up against. He knows so much -- too much -- about what goes on in a woman's fantasy life. He knows what you want but don't let yourself think about, and he makes you think about it, all the time. And it works. You're going to be his begging, pleading slut."
I pictured this gorgeous woman fighting not to let herself crawl across the floor to beg for a fucking. My belly clenched involuntarily. It shouldn't be hot. It shouldn't. There's so much that shouldn't be hot, and is.
I had to get out of here. I was fucking nineteen. Three months ago I'd thought I was mature and knowledgeable and had things worked out. Now I knew better. Dr K had this grown, mature woman begging for sex, probably way more often than she admitted to; gods knew what he'd do to me. I was going to finish lunch and quit, and plead for my Hooters job again. I'd-
Wait. Shit. That was what Lauren wanted! That was why she was telling me this, to scare me off. It probably wasn't even true! Or at least really exaggerated. She just wanted him for herself, the greedy bitch.
"Maybe I want to be his slut. He certainly knows what I like," I said, airily. "Our first time, tied me up and toyed with me for like an hour, and when he finally let me cum, he took that big huge cock and shoved... well, you know all about that."
She wasn't so good at hiding the daggers in her eyes. I smiled. Just because I was out of my depth with him, didn't mean I couldn't keep up with her.
"We'll just see how cocksure you are in a week, girlfriend," she said. "You have no idea what's coming. I'll tell you this, though. Once you're addicted to what he does, say goodbye to boyfriends and anything like a normal life. You'll be sorry."
"Sounds like you're talking mostly about yourself, girlfriend. I'm not too worried, kay? It's just sex. Maybe you'd know more about that if you begged and crawled a little more often."
"Hope you choke on that apple, bitch." And she stormed out.
I smiled, and finished the apple.
**
The afternoon alternates between flying by and crawling. I'm able to push the horny down, because there's just so much to do and so much of it is new to me. And Lauren leaves me alone. Dr K is in and out but rarely has a moment for anything but patients and files. I manage to convince myself that that few minutes in Dr K's special room was just... well, just... ok I can't convince myself it's anything but a place to drag me (...and Lauren) and do whatever he likes, but it's not like I'm ever going to spend hours in there.
So it's going pretty well until the last patient of the day comes in. Julie Q, at 4:30.
It takes me a second to recognize her. She does advertisements for local businesses, both internet and local television. Not exactly a major celebrity, but I'd heard guys my age joking about not caring what the hell she was selling, as long as she held that pose and kept smiling. I suddenly hated the fact that she was a blonde.
Dr K and Lauren immediately escort her to an examination room. The door closes behind the three of them with an especially loud click.
I glance over at Paula, who is packing up for the day. "I don't know," she said to the wordless question. "If you haven't figured it out yet, this is not a good office for asking those kind of questions. She's here each Monday at 4:30 and she's one of the few that gets seen by Lauren and Dr K at the same time. This is when the rest of us leave."
"Dr K told me I was here until at least 5:30 each night," I said.
The look she gave me amounted to you poor child, but she didn't say anything other than "have a good evening," as she left.
Look, I'm human, ok? I crept down the hall and listened at the door. I couldn't get all the words.
"-yes, wider apart... is that manageable, Miss Q?"
I can't make out the response.
"Good. Lauren, fifty percent, please."
A low buzzing. A vibrator. A gasp, and then a moan.
"Now you'll kiss cock, Miss Q. Find it with your lips... good. Lick slowly. No, do not raise your head. Lick it all around... No, no sucking."
Indistinct words, then a gasp.
"I'm sure you do. Now turn your head... find Lauren's nipple. That's right. Kiss it very, very lightly. There, feel it hardening? Again. Slowly. Gentle sucking motions. Eyes closed, Miss Q. Opening your eyes is not permitted... Now suck it harder... there, you can sense Lauren's arousal, can't you. You did that, Miss Q. Now think about how hard I am, in a room with two aroused women... Do you like... this? Do you want to be touched... here?"
"Y-yes." Hoarse, almost frightened.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, please!"
"Hold still, Miss Q, those restraints can chafe... two fingers entering... now."
Incoherent moaning.
"There, now lick my fingers clean... taste how wet you are. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth with my fingers, while Lauren licks your clitoris..."
Whimpering, then gagging and gasping and little desperate cries. Broken words.
"Are you sure, Miss Q? Because you know that coming is not an option. And I won't be very gentle-"
Words, and a soft sob.
"I know you do, Miss Q. I know how badly you want to. But it's only been five minutes. Have you been good all week? Only pictures of girls? That's excellent. Lauren, I want you to reward Miss Q with a very, very slow, gentle clit-nibble."
A shuddering cry, and then "Please! Please! Please fuck please!"
"You're a little too eager for the endgame, Miss Q. I'm going to have to prescribe a little negative reinforcement... alright, you're unclipped. Put on the blindfold. Turn over. Elbows and knees. Now, miss Q!"
Shifting, moaning. "No, please not this-"
"Higher. That's right. Don't move."
Slap!
(Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I can't type anymore. Fifteen minute break.)
Slap!
Slap!
Soft, erotic sob.
"Lick her nipples while you're spanked, Miss Q. More. Faster."
Slap!
Slap!
Sobbing. "Please! Please I won't beg anymore! Please!"
"You're begging right now."
Hard slap!
Sobbing.
"And now, three fingers, just at your slit... keep licking... I'm wondering, Miss Q. Did you notice my new receptionist? How full and round her breasts are? Her pretty face? She's so young. It's one thing to have to lick Lauren's nipples -- she's your age. But what will having to sexually serve a girl just out of high school do to you? Maybe you're going to find out, Miss Q. But first, my fingers are going to rape you-"
"Fuck!" Sobbing. "Please, fuck please, I'll come! No more! Anything! Let me come! I'll do anything!"
"Anything? Dangerous word, Miss Q. Lauren... tell Alona she's wanted in here. And be nice about it."
The sudden icewater in my veins didn't stop me from just about teleporting across the room to the water cooler. Just getting a drink. Yeah. Not listening at doors.
Lauren looked out, and gave me a yeah, right look. She was in her short skirt and shoes and nothing else. My eyes got wide -- fuck, she was pretty, and oh, fuck, I'd rather die than join that little... whatever it was...
"Dr K wants you in here, Alona," she said, sweetly.
"I- um-"
"I wouldn't disappoint him." She pulled back into the room and closed the door.
Oh gods. I needed to run the hell away. I was -- no way to deny it -- so fucking turned on, but I wasn't into girls, I mean that wasn't remotely my thing, and oh gods, why was I going to the door? Stop, stupid Alona, stop! It's fucked up crazy time in there!
"Y-you called for me, Dr K?"
Miss Q was on an exam table, naked, blindfolded, on her elbows and knees, her pretty blonde hair in Lauren's hand, her mouth being guided to Lauren's nipple. Lauren's very hard nipple. As I stared, Lauren started very slowly stroking Miss Q's lips, back and forth, with that nipple. Miss Q tried to pull back, but Lauren didn't let her, and Dr K's hand came down on her ass... Miss Q shuddered, and began licking it.
Behind her was Dr K, fully dressed except for the cock pushing out of his opened zipper. I just stared. So big.
"Yes, alona. Clothing off, now. Miss Q is going to lick your clit, while she's spanked and fingered by Lauren."
I felt like I was going to faint. I mean, a couple of times I'd fantasized about being Miss Q - the minor celebrity fame, the looks and clothing, the choice of any guy she wanted. That the guy she apparently wanted, was the guy who had chosen me as a playmate- I mean, I couldn't even think anymore. And having to undress in front of Lauren, shit - And -- gods -- being licked up by Miss Q?
"NOW, Alona."
I undressed. Shaking from head to toe, because when he raised his voice I turned to water. Authority had spoken again. I was his slave girl; I had to obey.
He walked over and picked me up, arms around my back and under my knees. Any other day I'd have automatically curled against him -- today I wasn't even able to breathe, let alone curl.
He landed my ass in front of Miss Q, on the table. If he'd have stepped back I'd have tumbled backwards off the table, but he braced me against his chest, and positioned my arms up and behind me, to twine around his neck. "Run your legs along Miss Q's sides, Alona, and then grip her hips with the soles of your feet... just like that."
He toyed with my nipples, the gloved fingers still slick from Miss Q. I closed my eyes and tried to stop shuddering at how wrong this was.
"And, Lauren, the blindfold... there. Now Miss Q, you're going to lick this pretty blonde fucktoy in front of you, until she's the one begging to come, while Lauren violates you with that vibrator... if you do a good job, you'll get to come.
I was naked and he was clothed. Miss Q was naked. Lauren was topless. I tried to think of men who had this kind of power. Sultans. Greek gods, if that counts. The kind of bad men who capture women and make them sex slaves. The one that stuck was sultan. They collected pretty women. I was... collectable.
I tilted my head back and looked at his face, his strong, intense, intent face. Handsome. Assured. He just did this. No questions, no fears... sultan. And after this, I was going to be so insanely horny, I'd beg for my sultan to fuck me. And if he bade me to crawl, I'd crawl.
I was trying not to think about Miss Q's tongue. But she made very sure I noticed. Her hands stroked my hips and thighs and her tongue danced, and danced, and Dr K's hands on my breasts, and I'd been so hot all day, and... oh gods, I'd only ever come once because of someone else before, and that had been Dr K, and the second time was going to be Miss Q, and that was... that was...
The vibrator plunged into Miss Q. She cried out and thrashed my clit with her tongue. Her hands forced my legs further apart, and Dr K's hands on my nipples were torment, the only escape would be an orgasm, I had to come, I had to.
Lauren slapped her ass. Miss Q shuddered and whispered Please against my clit. I wanted to stare down at her, and see the way the spanking and vibrator drove her closer to orgasm, but Dr K's mouth came down on mine. It didn't matter who licked my clit, what mattered was that we made Dr K happy and did exactly what he said. Oh gods, obedience. Obedience is such as dark, hot, shameful, intense thing. I was obedient.
Miss Q slid her hand, pushed a finger up into me, and curled it. Come she whispered, as her tongue slammed into that achingly eager spot just underneath the clit, and then flicked upwards, hard, over and over-
"Spank her harder, Lauren," Dr K said.
(Shit it hurts! Fuck if anyone walked in here now I'd open my legs and just cry for it, even one of the stupid boys my age!)
Slap. Slap. Slap! Slap!-
"I need to come," I moaned. "I- I fuck, please, I'm going to come, I can't -- I can't stop-"
Dr K hauled me backwards, and my limp, useless legs fell to the floor. I sobbed and bent and tried to impale myself on his cock, but he grabbed me by the hair, stood me up and toyed with my nipples as Lauren slowly forced Miss Q to a violent orgasm. It was agony to watch. I wanted that so badly!
"Process her out," Dr K said to Lauren. His hand closed around my neck and he dragged me, stumbling, out and down the hall to that room.
**
I can't do this. I can't write anymore. I'm crying. My clit is throbbing so hard I'll come if I close my legs. Oh fuck I'm supposed to call him if it gets like this, he can give me permission, but then the next day is a no limits day. I've never done one and I'm terrified. Girls aren't supposed to let themselves get like this. We masturbate so we can take the pressure off and be rational around guys. Gods, walking down the street with every single guy running his eyes over me, you fucking think that doesn't get to us? So I masturbate so I don't explode but now I can't, I can't, and oh fuck it how bad could a no limits day be? He's never hurt me and I fucking already know I'd do anything he asked! Tomorrow I'll go in and crawl on my belly if I have to, I just want to be raped by his cock, over and over while I come screaming
**
So... I called him. And he said No. But he said if I finished this, then tomorrow when I got in he'd fuck me and let me come, once but for as long as I wanted. But I have to finish this, and I'm not allowed to touch myself. And there's not much more.
**
As soon as he had me in the room, he dragged me back to the bench and tied me up. A pillow under my ass pushed my hips upward, and some sort of clamp gripped my hair, close to my skull, forcing my head far back so I could only look at the ceiling.
"Let me tell you about my day," he snarled. "I spent it with sexually dysfunctional women, some of them very willing to practice being dysfunctional with me. But I can't just fuck them. That would destroy my practice. I can talk with them, stimulate them, touch them, sometimes even push my cock into them to help them come to terms with whatever their issue is. But I just about never get off with them."
He fixed a vibrator against my clit, and turned it on.
"So at the end of the day, what I want more than anything is a wet, fuckable cunt. Someone I can grab and pound. But there's something else I want. I want to make a woman know what's it's like to hunger for it, hunger the way a man does. All the time. I'm going to make you burn, constantly, so the only thing you say when I push my cock into your begging pussy is Thank You and More. I'm going to make your pretty, helpless little body the most fuckable thing any man has ever known."
This should have terrified me, but I was arching towards an uncontrollable orgasm. I'd been right on the edge when he dragged me in here, I'd been boiling over all day, and he was standing over me, stroking the thickest, hardest cock I'd ever seen, with drops of precum falling on my cheek. I was clenching repeatedly, legs shaking, and I could not speak. I plead with my eyes. Part of the sick, hot appeal of being a slave is that you can be made to give it up when you don't want to. I thought that was the darkest fantasy ever, before this moment. Now I knew about a darker, hotter one. I was a slave who could be made to ache for it and beg for it, whenever he wanted. It wasn't enough that he could fuck me. He could do worse, he could make me desperately willing to be fucked. I sobbed, once, and arched helplessly into my orgasm.
He moved the vibrator away. I screamed, thrashing in frustrated agony. Suddenly he was between my legs, his cock in his hand, and he was moving it up and down along my slit, not quite pushing in, over and over, fast. I was shrieking now. His fingers closed around my aching pearl of a clit, and tugged upwards-
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