Jennifer Kacey (7 page)

Holy shit. Her brain almost completely blinked out.

Zeke pulled the tray until it was within grabbing distance and sat down on the stool between her thighs again. He sat no more than a few inches from her pussy, which was probably dripping.

“Mrs. Smythe, please answer the question. Did you or did you not have bleeding when you fucked your fourth hole when you were younger?”

“Uhh.” Focus. “Bleeding. Yes. A little bit. Burning. A lot of burning when I peed afterward.”

He pulled one of the gloves off the tray and pulled it on. “Didn’t that alarm you?”

Aslan smiled at him as he snapped on the second glove. “No. It always went away and I liked a little bit of pain. Even back then.”

“So dirty.” He grabbed one of the forceps. “This might hurt a little.” He pinched and tugged one of her pussy lips and then clamped it with a forceps.

Chapter Five

Aslan yelped and tried to wiggle her ass to get away from the pain.

“Hence, the reason for the straps. Love it that you can’t get away.” He tugged her clamped pussy lip open and then grabbed one of the pieces of tape. Laying the forceps handle against the metal of her leg brace, he taped the forceps to the metal.

She screeched when he repeated the process on the other side. “Why?” she panted and let her head fall back to the headrest, unable to hold it up any longer.

“Why the forceps? They’re pinchy little things and they hold your pussy wide open so I can touch and feel and fuck and fill every hole to my heart’s desire. And speaking of holes, I think you’ve answered all of my questions.”

“What does that have to do with holes?”

He stood and pulled open another drawer behind him. “I have a new gag that I’ve been wanting to put to good use.”

“A ball gag?” Aslan asked, as she looked at him again.

“No. A dental gag.” He stepped toward her head. “It has two vinyl covered bars that go between your teeth, like this. See. Not too bad at all. Then it straps around your head like this. Hmm. Would have been easier to do this with you standing.”

Aslan huffed out a breath as he strapped it around her head.

“Guess we’ll just have to practice more later. Fuck, that’s hot. Then it has these saw tooth brackets on both sides that hold your mouth open wider and wider and wider, as I push these metal tabs.”

So. Dirty
, Aslan thought as he stretched her mouth open.

“Fuck. You’re so hot. I’m gonna fuck your face in a few minutes. But first, I think you’ve seen enough.” He messed with something right below her neck. “Two more straps. One here.” He wrapped one around her throat. “Not too tight, so you can still breathe.” And another he strapped across her forehead. “And not too lose, so you can’t see anything else I do.”

Breath after breath huffed out of her as he walked around her one more time. Pleasure flooded every cell in her body and her mind completely floated free. A fetish. This is exactly what it meant to have a fetish. What it felt like. What it made her need.

“I need an extra light, I think. Need to fully examine all of your holes, Mrs. Smythe.”

He moved things around, sat down again and then clicked something on. Light brightened the room and the ceiling and warmth heated her exposed slit.

“Perfect. Now, first for your digital exam.”

A glove-covered finger slid into her pussy, making her moan. A second finger joined the first, stretching her sex wider. He pulled his fingers free and pushed them back inside. Harder. Deeper. Then he flipped them over, pressing against her G-spot until she shivered.

“You’re dripping down to your ass. So hot.” He pulled his fingers free and picked something up off his tray. Popping open a cap, he squirted lube onto something.

Aslan simply closed her eyes, not wanting to miss a single sensation of what he did to her. His possession of her and her fetish.

Cold lube hit her ass, making her inhale. Then his fingers were there, rubbing it around her tight ring. A finger slipped inside an inch and then it was gone. Then a larger finger pushed in and deeper. All the way in until his knuckles brushed against the cheeks of her rear.

“Such an anal slut, aren’t you?”

She moaned in answer and it was most definitely an affirmative.

Two fingers filled her pussy again and he worked her holes simultaneously.

Gripping the armrests was all she could do to help her process the pleasure coursing through her. Every once in a while, he’d bump one of the clamps holding her lips open and Aslan would jerk.

It hurt, but it just made her want to come even more.

“I was going to fuck your pussy and ass with the bigger sounds to get you ready, but you’re so hot and turned on I’m going straight for the speculums. I’ve never seen inside a pussy before, Mrs. Smythe. You’ll be my first.”

“Huucckkk,” Aslan cursed.

If Zeke’s chuckle was any indication, he more than understood what she said.

Metal scraped against metal and the squirt of lube was unmistakable.

Aslan jumped when cold metal touched her ass. Not what she was expecting.

“I’m starting at the bottom and am gonna work up to each hole. I want to be thorough, you see. Don’t want to miss anything.”

A long and thin speculum slid fully into her ass, making her pant.

“There are wing nuts on the side. I twist them and your little ass opens wider and wider.”

Aslan eeked when he twisted it what felt like one too many times.

“Fuccckkkk,” Zeke whispered against her. He slid his finger along the inner walls of her ass and she groaned in pleasure.

Metal clanged against the tray as he picked up something else.

“Now for the bigger speculum in your pussy.”

Aslan whined, not certain she could take it.

“I know, I know. You’re welcome.”

More lube and a pause that lasted a few seconds, and then the metal was there at the opening of her needy sex. Zeke pushed it in deep, in one steady thrust.

“I ordered these from the same supply house. They’re identical, except this one is bigger. Same wing nuts to open you wide. Fuck, I can see all the way to the end of your pussy. The ridges on your G-spot are so pronounced.” His finger inside her, rubbing the ridges, nearly sent her over the edge. But he, oh, so carefully, seemed to be avoiding her clit. “I can see your pee hole. So fucking hot.”

Both speculums open was too much, and yet not enough. If he’d just touch her clit, she’d come. If he just licked it once, she’d explode. Even if he breathed against her, she’d be a goner. But he didn’t.

Instead, metal scraped against metal as he picked up something else. What else was there? What else could he possibly have?

“Now for that fourth hole of yours, my pretty patient. We’re going to start small and work our way up to you screaming in pleasure. Let’s begin.”

He said it as if she had a choice.

He uttered the words as if she could stop him.

She couldn’t. And loved it even more because she had no control over it.

“I can already tell the smallest one is too small. We’ll start with this one.”

The tip of what she assumed was the sound he held touched below her clit.

“Fuck. There’s that little hole. It’s a bonus hole I didn’t even know I had to play with. So dirty. And these are completely smooth, so you shouldn’t have any issues with them afterward. Which is good, because I already know we’re going to be getting a lot of use out of this set of medical toys.”

He slid it inside and Aslan moaned. The sensation wasn’t completely foreign, which made it even that much filthier because she remembered what to expect.

Pulling it out, he slid it back in and she moaned again. Pleasure raced to every corner of her body and she giggled.

“So hot, but you can take something bigger.” He pulled out the sound and traded it for what she could only imagine was the next size up.

“These actually have two sizes on each one. One end is a little bit bigger than the other. I’ll start with the smaller end on this one.” Again, he pushed something metallic inside her pee hole.

The top of her head tingled and she groaned.

“A little bit bigger. You can take it.” Withdrawing the sound, he was only gone for a second or two. Then he was there again. Pushing it inside her.

She huffed out a breath and started shaking. He slid it inside and out, inside and out.

So. Fucking. Close. To. Coming.

“There it is. Almost too much. Almost.” He pulled it out and stood abruptly, kicking something. Aslan jumped when the stool hit the cabinets behind.

Aslan’s eyes popped open when he started to move. Zeke pushed some button and the whole chair rose a few inches. Then he released something and the chair tipped backwards.

She eeked as her head swung toward the ground but mostly because the clover clamps she’d completely forgotten about changed direction and pulled at her sore nipples. All of the straps held her securely in place to the exam table. She wasn’t completely upside down, but she was at a pretty steep angle.

Zeke never paused. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground. “I need in that mouth of yours.” He put the sound he held between his teeth and then pushed his pants off and kicked them to the side. His cock sprang out, pointing straight at her widened mouth.

Quickly, he released the strap around her head and throat, and then pulled the entire headrest out of the chair.

“Ungh,” Aslan groaned as the scent of his cock and balls hit her nose. She needed him. So bad.

In the next second, he was there, feeding his cock between the bars of the gag.

“It’s not wide enough.” He pushed the tabs on the gag again and it clicked open a bit more. Then he pushed his cock between the bars and groaned when her tongue licked across the wet tip. “Suck my cock, baby. I’m gonna fuck your pee hole and make you come.”

With the headrest gone, she had some control over her head. She bobbed on the part of his cock she could get to as he stepped a bit closer and leaned forward with his arms against the crease where her legs met her body.

“Oh, fuck, I can see in your holes from this angle, too. So fucking filthy.”

Then he was there again with the sound, filling her fourth hole with smooth metal until she whined against his cock.

Jitters overtook her limbs again, as well as the top of her head, as he fucked her tiny hole.

Zeke slid something across her clit.

His finger. His tongue. Something else.

Aslan didn’t know.

Didn’t care.

She screamed against his cock.

A keening cry so loud she didn’t even recognize her own voice.

Wave upon wave of ecstasy detonated inside her.

Her pussy and ass locked down on the metal holding them open, as did her pee hole on the thin sound fucking that deliciously sensitive hole.

She strained against the straps to get away because it was too much but she couldn’t go anywhere.

Zeke showed her no mercy. He fucked that hole, and fucked her face as she came so hard she saw stars.

Ecstasy was his gift to her.

Acceptance.

Unconditional love.

Tremors shimmied out from where he fucked her hole and she shook her head as her orgasm overtook every other thought in her head.

Blackness ate at her vision and she came to with Zeke snapping the headrest back in place.

“Fuck, baby. You just came so hard you passed out. So dirty.”

She still had the gag in and couldn’t speak, so she did the only thing she could. She giggled again.

He flipped her chair up slowly and lowered it down a couple inches.

Moving between her legs, he reached up. Without warning, he opened up both clover clamps and Aslan screamed again. Thrashing her head back and forth, she tried to process the pain, but then Zeke rolled his thumb over her clit again. And again.

She opened her eyes as she bit down on the bars of the gag.

A sight greeted her that she’d never forget as long as she lived. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared between her legs.

Her husband. The sexiest man on the entire planet, was jacking his cock with a tight fist, staring at her open holes.

Another orgasm ignited at her clit as he rubbed it in tight little circles.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Are you ready? Are you ready for my cum?”

She moaned as she continued to come and nodded jerkily as he looked up at her.

“Uh. Uh. Uh,” he groaned, and looked down at her again.

His first shot of cum hit the top of her mound and striped her stomach.

The second and third and fourth, he jerked inside her holes.

Her pussy. Her ass. He filled her with his cum, claiming her, loving her.

Pleasure shivered down to her toes and up to the crown of her head as he squeezed his cock a couple more times.

“Fuck.” He finally released his cock and moved to the side, allowing the light to shine on her again.

Zeke snapped off his gloves and tossed them on the tray. Then he walked away and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his doctor’s jacket and turned it on. After pushing a couple more buttons, he got in good and close to what had to be her very dirty cum-filled holes.

“Uhh?” she asked. Sorta.

“Taking a picture for your file. Have to be complete in your records, of course.”

Best. Doctor visit. Ever.

He took a couple more pictures and set his phone on the back counter. “Best patient. Prettiest. Sexiest. Dirtiest.” He loosened the speculum in her pussy and slid it out. The one in her ass followed quickly afterward.

Aslan moaned and jerked against her bonds, pretty sure she’d never come so hard in her entire life—and that was saying something.

Zeke removed the gag next and she was so thankful. With everything else happening, she’d been unaware of how tired her jaw was. She licked her lips and moaned as she moved it around.

“Yes, my love?”

She swallowed a couple times and cleared her throat. “I can still taste you.”

“Fuck. You’re the hottest patient in the history of ever.”

“And you’re the hottest doctor.”

“Thanks, baby.” His cock was still half hard and he moved the tip against her dirty slit. “I need you again. I’m not gonna be finished until I’m inside you when I come.”