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"A learned divine down at Buckingham,
Wrote a treatise on cunts and fucking 'em;
A learned Parsee,
Taught him Gamahuchee,
So he added a chapter on sucking 'em."
-The Pearl No. 2

The family physician is a trusted and respected member of our society. He sees the good and bad in everyone. It is his job to heal the hurt, mend the bones, and cure the sickness. After many years in school the doctor is given a piece of paper that empowers him to act in this capacity, with no one, but himself, to judge his actions or motives. A doctor could very easily be corrupted or misuse his position that his patients gave him. It could be money, power, or sex that turns him into something the diploma never expected. A doctor who likes to commit homicide is indeed a dangerous individual, who could prove the murder of a patient when the doctor is covered under insurance, saying that he may have made a mistake. Money, how many doctors actually order another appointment to check on something mundane, or over charges the bill as a regular practice. The doctor who is taken in by sex, the power over another individual is never exceeded when a physician is able to control his subject to the point of misusing them sexually.

This short story is about such a doctor, a man who abused the system to get into a position that enabled him to have the power over another individual. In fact, this man could get anything he wanted, money, drugs, woman. The people who gave him this power was his patients, people like you and me. No one would willingly be abused, they were no different than anyone else, they just fell into the trap the devious doctor set. Another startling fact about this short story, is that it is true!

"Come this way please."

Sandra B. followed the nurse through the narrow hallway to an open door, she entered. The nurse came in and opened a folder she was carrying, reading. The room was a normal examining cubicle, with only one seat, the tall counter with thin padding, and stirrups all women know about. There was a small sink and garbage pail, a full length mirror and a locked cabinet along the wall. Posters of young children playing, a cartoon of Calvin and Hobbies, and the zodiac covered the wall. All was normal, even the air smelled neutral, like a doctors office.

The small blond-hair nurse turned back to Sandra and politely asked, "Please take your clothes off and wait on the table. Dr. Allan should be in momentarily." She smiled then promptly left with the sound of her pediatric shoes squeaking on the rug.

As ordered, Sandra slowly disrobed, hating examinations, especially being so exposed to a stranger. Her husband had prompted her to come after she had been complaining about cramps for the past week. She contemplated leaving her panties on, but decided against it since she would feel embarrassed if she had to lay back her legs in the stirrups. Quickly she donned the paper gown, that only doctors used. It was similar to the bib dentists used during an examination. She laughed to herself thinking about her daughter, the last time she came to the doctor, how she acted. Sandra realized she was acting very similar. She had even asked her husband to accompany her, he was waiting in the waiting room. So she took a deep breath and patiently awaited the new doctor. Her old one had sold his practice, to the disappointment of his patients, he had been the local family physician for over thirty years. Many a baby he delivered had grown up and brought their children to the same doctor. But now the unknown Dr. Allan had purchased the settled business and had begun seeing patients only weeks ago.

The door suddenly opened, startling the nervous Sandra B. The man who entered was in his middle thirties, plain looking and small. A person who would be missed in crowd, but who looked like a caring and compassionate doctor. He wore a shirt and tie under the usual white lab jacket, a pocket holder in one breast pocket filled with items.

"Good morning Mrs. B. How are you this morning?" His voice was rich and deep, he sounded sincere. He smiled gently and sat down on the lone chair, swinging it next to the table. Sandra told him her symptoms, he nodded and wrote in her file. Then he asked her some questions. Finally he asked her to lay back on the table, arms to her side, feet together. The plastic cover was cold on the opening of her back as she lay still. Sandra watched the man push his fingers gently into her stomach in various places, asking her if it hurt. Then he used his stethoscope and listened to her breathing, she sucked in air deeply while he moved the cold metal around the outside of her gown. He asked her to open the top of her paper gown to her navel, again he listened around her chest, his eyes distant while he listened to her. Finally it was over and she covered herself up, breathing thankfully.

"I suspect you may have a intestinal parasite, nothing serious mind you, but we should be sure all the same?" She nodded, of course. "If you will give me a few more minutes, I'll do a few more checks. Though they are a little... uncomfortable?" She wondered what uncomfortable was, but nodded yes. Sandra had come to diagnose her condition not to leave with a unsure answer to her cramps. "Please turn onto your side, facing the wall. " He turned his back on her and she could hear him rustling around near the cabinet.

When Dr. Allan turned back around, Sandra could see that his right hand was encased in a tight leather glove. In the other, he carried a open bottle of water based lubricant jelly. As she watched, her head awkwardly looking over her shoulder, he dabbed his gloved finger into the jar and it came out coated. Then she saw him descend towards her backside, felt him lift the paper gown to her hip and his warm free hand pull apart her bum cheek. Sandra held her breath as the finger touched the outside of her spincter muscle, slowly forcing itself into her rectum. She felt her anus widen to accommodate the doctors finger. A reflex reaction and she tightened her body muscles up.

"There Mrs. B., just relax. The worst is over." He sounded reassuring but while his finger was in her bum, Sandra would not be able to relax.

She felt his digit rotate, felt the tip move inside her bowels, and wanted to throw up. His other hand, holding her cheek apart had begun to gently rub, calming and scaring the young mother.

His voice startled her, "Do you have any pets, cats, dogs?"

She forced herself to be calm and slowly she got the words out, "No."

"And of course you wash your hands after every visit to the wash room?"

"Yes."

She felt him pull out the finger, and was about to breath a sigh of relief, but two fingers suddenly entered her.

"If it is a parasite, we should discover where you picked it up." Both fingers were moving agitatedly inside her. Sandra realized, her spincter muscle had loosened up so the initial pain was gone, only the weird feeling of her bum hole being stretched wide. She felt her bowels rumble and wondered if she would have another attack of diarrhoea over the new doctor.

Finally his fingers pulled out of her, his hand let go of her naked ass cheek. "There, all finished. I'm afraid that didn't help much." He turned towards the sink, ripped off the glove and through it in the trash. Then began to wash his hands. "I'll have to do a vaginal examination."

Sandra lay onto her back, after pulling her gown across her exposed backside. She felt disappointed when he said the exam wasn't over, she had to put up with more.

"Please place your feet in the stirrups please." He turned back towards her drying his hands on a paper towel. Then he pulled his chair over to the end of the table and sat down. Sandra couldn't see the doctor any longer, her gown was still by her knees, which were raised in the air.

It seemed like a long time before he first touched her, and she wondered what he was doing down their. The only time in Sandra's life that she felt helpless and totally exposed was in a doctor's stirrups. Any doctor, and with this new and untried man she felt very frightened. But of course was brave and didn't show it. Two fingers pulled apart her lower vaginal lips, then immediately another finger pushed into vaginal hole. It was warm and slightly greased up with jelly, but it still hurt her going in. He sunk his digit all the way into her, then twisted it around. And as before, she felt the tip moving deep inside her. While the jelly seemed to catch on fire, heating up her vaginal wall.

Sandra jumped unexpectedly when the palm of his hand mistakenly brushed up against her sensitive clitoris. He had let go of her outer lips and was resting his hand over the mound of her pussy. He rested his palm over her crotch, his palm pressing into her clitoris, making her squirm. She was in no mood to feel sexual, but her vagina had a mind of its own. She knew her vagina was getting wet, though was sure he wouldn't be able to tell with the lubricate he used.

She got her courage up and asked him, "Will this take much longer doctor?"

"It shouldn't Mrs. B."

He withdrew his finger, and his palm. Sandra thought he was finished. But a blunt, thick object was pressed firmly into her vagina. It seemed to be a mile long, as it continued until she felt it deep inside her womb. Dr. Allen stood and then went back to the cabinet, and returned to his seat with an instrument Sandra wasn't able to identify. Again his hand descended upon her clit. He moved the cylinder around inside her, twisting in back and forth, pulling it out and pushing in back in.

Sandra uncontrollably sighed, hating herself for doing it. But the object felt oddly like a huge penis, while his palm was firmly moving above her clit. She moved her buttocks which caused the thin padding of the counter to squeak and the object inside her to sent another jolt up her spin. Here she was sick, her husband waiting in the room down the hall and she was getting excited by the doctors examination.

Dr. Allan pulled the thick object out of her vagina, then stood up, his other hand still resting on her pussy. "Are you okay Mrs. B.?" She nodded yes, but felt her inner thigh muscles quiver as another pleasure wave swept over her body. Again she sighed, hating herself, closing her eyes and turning her head sideways towards the wall. Embarrassed.

Another blunt object was sliding into her vagina, not as thick or long, but she enjoyed the contact very much. But this one, didn't rest inside her, nor twist around. It slide almost all the way out then drove back into her. She realized the doctor had took his hand off her clitoris and was now spreading her knees as far apart as they would go. It took perhaps a full minute for Sandra to realize the doctor was fucking her! She wanted to sit up yell rape, scream for help. But the doctor suddenly ground his cock deep inside her, his pelvis pressing against hers. She forgot everything, and responded electrically, her back arched upwards, while holding the edge of the counter with her hands, her hips rose up to meet the doctors. Sandra felt his hands tear away the paper gown, then grasp a breast in each hand. Roughly he pinched her nipples, she hated him, desired him. Nothing now mattered but her impending orgasm.

Sandra bite her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. Her orgasm spread out from her vagina, through every muscle and fibre in her body. She was sweating and squeaking on the rubber counter. She even missed the initial blast of the doctor's sperm deep inside her. But didn't miss the rest of the warm come filling her up. Nor the sounds he made as he orgasmed, and then collapsed over her exposed body. Immediately she hatted herself, wanting to get out of this small room and away from the heavy doctor above her. She couldn't understand what caused her to react this way, Sandra had never been that spontaneous. Dr. Allan's cock slipped out of her, and she felt its wet softness on her rear thigh, and a wave of revulsion ran through her. Eliminating the last enjoyable feeling of her orgasm.

Within five minutes, the doctor had zipped himself up and written her a prescription for a drug to cure her cramps. He disappeared as suddenly as he had come. Then Sandra was alone to dress and to remember!

Her mom had dragged her to the doctor, of course Jenny wouldn't have done it herself. She was scared! Not of the doctor, who she had never met, but of what she had to reveal. Her monthly menstruation had adroitly stopped. She couldn't be pregnant, having never had sex before. And her mom figured it was a virus, or some kind of bug. It was very embarrassing for a fifteen year-old girl to admit to her mom that she was having problems with her cycle. And when she finally worked up the nerve to tell her, she is dragged to the doctor.

She waited on the bench, wearing the paper gown and her cotton panties. When the doctor came in, she couldn't talk, she was too nervous. But his deep calm voice steadied her nerves allowing her to tell the learned man her problem. Jenny was thankful for one thing, she had talked her mom into not coming into the examination room with her. How embarrassing!

"Please lay back Jenny." He stood next to the waist high table. "Could you remove your panties also."

Jenny darted her eyes at him, hopping she had misunderstood him. Then she quickly pulled her panties down her legs, lifting her bum off the plastic seat to do so. Nervous she watched him, wondering if he could see anything, though he was studying her chart. She had never had a vaginal examination before, though had heard of them, and would obviously not want one now.

Dr. Allan pulled up the bottom of the paper gown, his hand immediately cupped her peach fuzz sex mound. "Please put your feet in the stirrups please." She hesitated and he nodded to the metal appendices that came out of the foot of the table. When she had her legs placed, he pushed her knees apart, and slid his finger along the length of her young vagina. Causing young Jenny to squirm.

"Do you masturbate Jenny?" She wasn't sure she heard him right and wanted to say so, but saw the unhumoured eyes looking into hers. She nodded, yes, embarrassed more than the expectancy of her exam had been.

She felt his thick finger slide into her tight vaginal hole, and stop an inch inside her. He wiggled his finger around and mumbled, "Virgin", before taking it out. Jenny visibly relaxed while he wrote notes in her sheet. Then said while leaving, "I'm sending the nurse in to complete the exam." He as gone. Jenny pulled her gown down past her vagina and relaxed. Thankfully her appointment would soon be over.

The small bond nurse who had lead her into this office came through the door. A gentle smile preceded her like a ray of sunshine. Relaxing Jenny even further. She placed the lone seat at the foot of the bench, her warm hands quickly spread the young girls legs. The paper blouse again had again fallen to her stomach. But the nurse indicated she should turn on her side facing the wall. The small hands were fumbling with the knots holding the gown up. Jenny lay back onto the bench, and watched as the nurse pulled the gown off her body.

"Please turn onto your stomach." Jenny did, thankful to hide her front.

A cool liquid was poured over her back, buttocks and thighs. "This is just a muscle relaxant, the doctor thinks you may have a high stress level." The small hands descended onto the girls back and began to roughly rub. Jenny was in heaven, she had never before received a massage, and the nurse was an expert. The hands worked the young hard muscles of her back and shoulders. Very soon they jumped to the calves and thighs. Jenny couldn't help herself and sighed. When the hands grasped a shapely buttock in each, she was a little taken back. But she was soon reassured, and relaxed.

"Please turn around Jenny."

The nurse poured a large amount of liquid on the girls chest and upper thighs. After setting down the bottle, she leaned forward and began to rub the liquid into the girls neck and shoulders. After a few moments, she moved down to her almost flat chest, and began to massage her pouty chest mounds. Jenny was nervous and watched the nurse work on her. The small blond woman concentrated her work on the fleshy mounds and the nipples for what seemed like a long time to Jenny. Then she jumped down to the legs, rubbing the upper inner thigh until the muscles felt like jello. When she was finished she placed the girls heels into the stirrups.

Jenny didn't realize it but she looked incredibly sexy laying their, her sun bronzed skin glistening in the fluorescent light, her long brown hair cascading over the edge of the bench. The nurse stood back and admired the teenager openly, then sat in the chair at the end of the table. Jenny watched the woman between her spread thighs, as she poured more liquid right onto her crack. Without pausing her hand again descended upon her body, this time right onto her sex mound. The hand worked the liquid right down into the crack and along the inner lips.

The young girl realized the feelings she was feeling and wanted the nurse to stop. But the massage seemed to rub all the right places, and constantly stimulated the little bud of her clitoris. Jenny closed her eyes hoping to hide her excitement, but unconsciously her hand placed itself over her bosom and gently squeezed rhythmically.

The nurse stopped the massage and Jenny breathed a sigh, thankful that it was almost over.

Then something smooth, warm, and wet rubbed along the length of her slit, from her anus to the clit. At first Jenny thought it was the hand again. But when he thing reached her clitoris it hooked up something a finger couldn't do.

Jenny opened her eyes.

There between her thighs was the blond head of hair, the face pressed almost against her sex. It was the nurses tongue that had touched her! Again she felt it, a hand pulling open her outer sex lips allowing the tongue to lick the most intimate places. Again! And again!

The teenager groaned, arched her back on the now-slippery table, her hands came down and held the mane of hair in two strong hands. Jenny pressed her sex outwards, pulling in with her hands. It didn't matter any longer if the woman realized she was excited. The boundary had been crossed. And the only thing that mattered to the girl was her own rising excitement.

The tongue and lips were expert at pleasing a woman, let alone a girl. Jenny was in heaven, had never felt so good from her own hand before. The tongue played with the girls bum-hole, trying to force itself into her but failed. Teeth gently nibbled on the clitoris, causing the girl to scream in delight. The tongue slide into her vagina, in and out, fucking her as she imagined a small cock would.

It was over all too soon. Jenny lasted only a few moments under the expert tutelage of the nurse. Her orgasm was never this good, or lasted as long. She wanted more but was unsure how to ask. Even when the nurse stood up and began to wash her face in the sink, Jenny imagined what that petite body looked like, tasted like. She wanted more!

Of course the girl knew what she had done, what people called it. But she really didn't care, for the first time someone had made her feel good, without wanting something in return.

The blond nurse turned towards the girl, "Do you feel better Jenny?"

She was about to answer, but the woman pressed her lips onto hers. A tongue slide into the mouth, played with hers. They kissed for a long time, Jenny wrapped her arms around the woman's neck not wanting to ever let go. The teen could taste an unfamiliar substance on the woman's lips, and knew it was her own vaginal juices.

Finally the nurse pulled away, smiled down at the urgent girl and then said, "You should come back next week for another checkup!!?" Jenny nodded enthusiastically.

When she was alone, Jenny began to touch herself, trying to bring back that great feeling she had momentarily experienced earlier. But couldn't. Her hands were nothing like the nurses tongue, could never please her in the same way. Jenny would indeed be back in a week.

She was twenty-four years-old. And she was the only nurse working for Dr. Allan. Her wage was double the normal medical nurse with her couple years of experience. She had met the man a year ago, when he spoke at a seminar on new procedures to help people without using drugs. So impressed was Lisa that she waited for the man, he met her and she invited him to supper. That first evening he only kissed her on the cheek, she hated it. Dr. Allan was so normal, middle class. He phoned only once, she denied him another date. But two days later she was doing rounds in the hospital she worked at when she bumped into the man. He invited her to his office, for some reason she agreed. She drank the coffee he handed her and they talked. In less than ten minutes all of her motor functions didn't work, and the good doctor had laid her onto his desk. He unbuttoned her skirt and blouse, ripped her panties and bra. Then he shoved his penis into her vagina. It was the most scary, sickening thing to ever happen to her.

It was also the most exciting.

When Dr. Allan was finished with her, he began to take pictures of her, while telling her to keep quiet about their meeting or many people will see them. He needn't have bothered. The next day, before her shift, Lisa cornered the Dr. in the hallway and asked him to his office. There she dropped to her knees and took his penis into her mouth. The first time she had ever used her mouth on a penis, or tasted the salty sperm as he came. Later the same day, he placed her over his lap and gave her a spanking so hard she couldn't sit for a week. She loved him, or more correctly she loved it!

The next eight months were very interesting, he taught her so much about her own sexuality. They were much alike, needing the other, using each other for their unhealthy sexual desires. It was three month into their relationship when she witnessed his abuse of a patient. At first she was dumb struck, sickened. After seeing her reaction, he drugged an attractive middle aged girl and told Lisa to screw her, while he watched. Initially, she was like a robot only doing it to please him, then she began to feel the familiar itching between her legs. Then he ordered her to seduce a young woman of twenty, to bring back her panties as proof. Lisa accomplished the mission and returned sated. Then he told her to fuck a male patient. Reluctantly she did, she returned and told the doctor she was finished. She never wanted to fuck another man besides him. When he was finished, she cleaned herself up. He left bruised on her back and buttocks, ripped her anus with his cock and left teeth marks on her breasts. But he never asked her to fuck another man.

Today when Jenny, the young patient who she was ordered to seduce, clung to her when they kissed. Lisa felt something she had never felt before, she wasn't sure but it could be love! There wasn't anything special about the young lady, and Lisa had "fucked" several girls. Jenny was very attractive, the round face and ass, soft smooth skin, just forming hips and breasts, the soft down of her pussy. She had felt something in the girl when she licked her, the need to be loved. But for Lisa it was the power she felt as she controlled the young woman.

Ms. Wambaugh, the office secretary and clerk, waved the nurse over and handed her a pink note sheet. Written on it was the name Jenny, and a phone number. Not wanting the Dr. to see it she stuffed it into her pants pocket. Then abruptly left the front reception area. It was late in the day, all the patients were gone, finished for the day. Only the three staff stayed on, finished the daily paperwork.

Lisa closed the Doctors office door behind her. As usual he ignored her, while she undressed. It was a standing order, that she attend to him after every special session he sends her too. And one of the things she had to do was be exposed when telling what happened. Since meeting the domineering man, she never wore panties, and often wore old fashioned stockings and garter belt. He demanded her to be ready for him at any moment.

When she wore only her heels and stockings, she came around to his side of the desk. She waited, her hands behind her back, for him to notice her. As usual she waited several minutes, before he sat back and told her to sit on his lap. Every time it was different, sometimes she was asked to bend over his desk, or lay on her back, maybe her face on his lap. She sat as a little girl sideways, her head on his shoulder, her legs over the arm of his chair.

She began, "I've been bad daddy." She used a small innocent voice. His hands squeezed her to him. "There was a very pretty girl who...", he slipped his hand between her thighs, "I played with..." She remembered Jenny's taste, the scent of her skin, the sheen of the oil on her bronzed buttocks, the desperate look in her eyes as they kissed. "... Down there." She spread her legs and pointed at herself. His hand reached her and immediately he slipped a finger into her. He found she was already wet, the picture Lisa had in her mind from earlier today caused her to be excited.

"Did you kiss her vagina Lisa?" He was starting to breath hard.

She nodded shyly, "I couldn't help it, she was so pretty. She did taste good daddy, much better than all the others." Two fingers slid into her. "Was I a bad girl?"

"No Lisa, you are a good girl. But I feel like punishing you anyway." He pulled his fingers out of her snatch. "Come here and receive your punishment girl!"

With a little smile, she turned towards him in the big seat. With deft fingers she unzipped him and pulled out his already hard cock. Swiftly she sat upon him, his penis spearing into her cunt. Lisa needed him, wanting to feel his hardness inside her. She prayed for an orgasm, needing it after this afternoon. She felt his eyes upon her studying her as he so often did during sex. If she didn't please him, he would often punish her more firmly, or degrade her until she crawled back to him. Sometimes he was cruel for no reason.

"You liked the girl didn't you?" She saw the frown on his face and became worried.

"No Dr. Allan, I've been waiting all day for you that's all." She realized he noticed her excitement, the extreme wetness of her vagina, the extra effort she put into fucking his cock. Pleasing herself instead of him. Something she knew he did not put up with.

He pushed her off him, roughly. "Over the desk bitch!" He stood as she positioned herself face forwards over his huge pine desk.

Lisa felt him push upon her back, reminding her to position her buttocks to their maximum roundness. She realized what was in store even before he touched her. One hand pulled apart her ass cheek. Then she felt him, the blunt end of his cock touch her anus. But he didn't stop, forcing himself into her sweaty but otherwise dry hole. When his hairy crotch tickled her soft ass, did he stop, pulling on her blond hair. He rode her in that position, often slapping a ass cheek or reaching around and playing with her hard little nipples. Lisa forced herself to be quiet as she stifled a scream of pain. Dr. Allan was indeed pleasing himself now, and not his nurse. He knew the one thing she did hate, was being fucked in the ass, and often used it to punish her for real.

He pulled out of her loosened anus, but she was too scared to move until the order was given. "Come here and finish me Lisa." She quickly turned and dropped to her knees. This part was familiar to her, to use her mouth to finish him off. She usually enjoyed it, but this time his penis had been in her backside. Also she knew if she showed any reluctance she would be punished even worse.

She took his cock in one swallow, feeling his stomach against her nose. Holding back the retching as the taste and smell of her ass hole came to her. Using her best technique she began to suck him off, wanting to please him quickly. Since first meeting him, she had been taught to suck a cock like a expert.

He lifted her hand that lay on her lap, placing a familiar oblong object in it. "Fuck yourself with it."

Swiftly she lifted her bottom off the floor and sat on the object. It was a dildo he sometimes used with her, she often enjoyed it, but this time he mind wasn't on a cock but on a young girls pussy. As she bobbed her head on his lap, she moved her bottom, fucking herself for his pleasure. Soon the familiar grunts of pleasure came from him. Then she felt his penis enlarge slightly before it erupted insider her. After the first spurt of sperm she dropped her face as far down as it would go. Knowing he enjoyed to come deep inside the mouth and throat.

Swiftly she dressed and quickly left, the dildo on his desk ready for the next time he wanted to use it. Lisa could taste the familiar flavour of the doctors sperm, but her tongue could still remember the after taste of the young nubile teenager she had tasted. Lisa went home, her days work finished.

She saw her husbands car drive up and a wave of revulsion ran down her spine. Louise Allan, wife to Dr. Allan quickly put the finishing touches onto her meal. Roast beef and mash potatoes just the way he liked them. Without saying a word, he entered their home. Then came to the table and sat down. She brought the final platter of meat to the long dining room table and sat on his right waiting for him to start.