Tag: Doctor

The Consultation, Scene #01

The CONSULTATION
18-YEAR-OLD WITH LOW SELF-ESTEEM TRICKED INTO SEX BY PLASTIC SURGEON

SCENE OPENS as a homeowner opens their front door to greet Patricia, a teenage girl with big glasses and low self-esteem. Dressed in a frumpy pencil skirt and blouse and speaking no louder than a mouse, she is trying to sell knives door-to-door as a part-time job. While most girls are getting ready for college, Patricia is desperate to save enough money to cure her of all the torment she endured in high school. Teasing, bullying, being called flat and ugly her whole life. The homeowner tells her he isn’t interested and shuts the door. CUT to another door being opened and Patricia repeating her sales pitch. They are also not interested. CUT to a third door opening just as Patricia drops open her knife case and gives her best attempt about being outgoing. This time, the homeowner asks if she offers free sharpening and, looking defeated, she says yes and steps inside.

CUT to Patricia tossing the knife case in the trunk and getting into her car. It’s been another unsuccessful day and she is frustrated. Just as she is about to start the engine, her phone rings. It is the office of a well-respected plastic surgeon, Dr. Swell, who she’s been trying to book a consultation with for months. Surely, all her savings can afford at least one procedure to help her before she starts at jer new school. Eagerly, she speaks to the female receptionist on the other end of the line. The receptionist asks her if she is over eighteen because, those seeking surgery under age, require their parent’s consent. Patricia confirms that she is eighteen and a full-fledged adult, able to make her own decisions without her parents. She even sent the doctor some photos of herself along with her application, to show him the seriousness of her situation. The receptionist takes a long pause … long enough for the awkward Patricia to check the line. ‘Are you still there?’ She asks desperately. The receptionist replies that the doctor would be willing to see her today if she is available. He is working out of his private residence. She will text her the address. Patricia, elated, gets off the phone and has a private moment of excitement before driving off.

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The gate opens, and Patricia drives up the path to a beautifully appointed mansion. She has never seen a house so nice. A gardener, working out front, advises her when she approaches to wait in the gazebo. Dr. Swell greets all his patients in the gazebo. Eagerly, she nods, and he lets her into the back before turning back to his gardening with a slight smile. Patricia walks through the backyard pool area astounded. It is so beautiful. She walks to a fountain at the edge of the property and looks out over the city below. She takes her glasses off and closes her eyes, taking in the breeze. Dr. Swell, dressed smartly in a black suit with his doctor’s coat, approaches her from behind. ‘It’s hard to see when you’re eyes are closed,’ he says coldly. Patricia spins around, surprised, and scrambles to put her glasses back on. She apologizes for not waiting in the gazebo as instructed but the stern doctor brushes it off, taking her hand and giving her a look over. She squirms as he studies her face and body. ‘I see…’ He says slowly and without compassion. ‘Well, let’s go inside and we can begin your consultation.’ Patricia is very shy and uncomfortable but knows she must be brave and do what is needed to get her surgery approved.

Inside the house, Dr. Swell takes the girl up to his master suite, where he has an exam table set up opposite his bed, complete with caddy and supplies. Patricia finds this very unusual but goes along with it. After all, he is a respected doctor. He invites her to sit on the bed while he picks up a notepad and pulls over his medical stool to sit across from her.

He confirms her age again. She tells him 18. He asks her birthdate. She says January 15, 2000. He makes a comment about millennials and asks whether her parents (or anyone else) knows that she is here for a consultation today. She tells him no, her parents don’t know, they wouldn’t understand, and she doesn’t exactly have any friends to tell. Dr. Swell senses the girl’s low-self-esteem and continues. He asks her to describe in detail what she is looking for in terms of a procedure. Patricia nervously tells him that she has always been teased for her smaller breasts. Kids used to call her Flatty Patty. She’s never had a boy even look at her. No dates, no first loves, no anything. Before she goes to college, she needs to start over — to have big boobs like all the popular girls. Whatever it takes to turn her into someone else. Dr. Swell takes down notes as he looks the girl over. She shrinks back in shyness at his cold stare. ‘There are several factors that are important in deciding when and for whom surgery is appropriate,’ he says in a steady monotone. ‘Your ability to understand the procedure itself, knowing that your desire for surgery comes from an appropriate place, and that your expectations are realistic.’ He puts his notepad down and leans in. ‘If you just have low self-esteem and no friends, Patricia, cosmetic surgery may not be the right answer for you. Rather, I would recommend counseling.’

Patricia leaps off the bed in desperation, pleading with the doctor to take her seriously. This isn’t something she just thought of. She has been planning and saving up for it ever since freshman year. College will finally be her chance to truly be herself. She needs this surgery! Dr. Swell allows her to vent for a moment before calming her down. ‘It’s alright, Patricia,’ he says. ‘Don’t get me wrong, if a young woman has realistic expectations and the right head on her shoulders, surgery can be a great option. I wasn’t saying no … I just need to know all these things to make the right consultation. Now, let’s take a look at these breasts, shall we?’

Dr. Swell guides Patricia to his exam table and asks her to remove her top. She nervously undoes her blouse. The Doctor examines her supple young breasts, asking for permission to remove her bra. Nervously, she asks if its necessary and the Doctor assures her it’s the only way he can truly assess her situation. She says OK and he undoes her strap with one finger, releasing the girl’s bare chest. As he cups and squeezes her, he explains that the most common reason teenage girls undergo cosmetic procedures is to treat breast maldevelopment. Sometimes this can include deformities or severe underdevelopment of the breasts and nipples. He pinches her nipples to see if they grow erect and Patricia closes her eyes in embarrassment. ‘Am I deformed?’ She asks nervously. Dr. Swell assures her that she is perfectly normal, just slightly under average. ‘Your breasts look and feel like a perfectly normal teenage girl,’ he says, sitting back on his stool. ‘I can’t really see any medical reason for greenlighting the procedure.’ Patricia puts her head in her hands and starts to cry. She pleads with the Doctor to consider approving her anyway, just to make them big enough, so she doesn’t feel so ashamed anymore. She wants to feel confident enough to go out on a date for the first time in her life. Dr. Swell stares at her, without feeling, as she sobs on his table.

‘You are a virgin, correct?’ He says matter-of-factly, after a long pause. Patricia stops crying and looks at him, drying her eyes. She says yes. ‘Has a man ever looked at your vagina before?’ He asks. Patricia covers herself again and shakes her head in shame. Dr. Swell pulls his medical stool back over to her. ‘In that case, I would be much more concerned about a labiaplasty, if I were you.’ He says, starting to put on some gloves from his supply caddy. She asks him what that is. He asks her to remove her skirt and panties and lie down on the table. He can perform a quick physical, if she’s interested to know more about it. Patricia hesitates for a moment before slowly slipping off her clothes and doing as the doctor instructed. He spreads her legs and takes in her virgin pussy for the first time. ‘Labiaplasty,’ he begins, touching her, ‘is plastic surgery for the lips surrounding your vagina. This can be performed at the same time as a vaginoplasty, to ensure that your labia are symmetrical and appealing to the eye.’ He slowly slips off his glove and asks to enter her body, to check how tight she is. Patricia nervously agrees, asking him why that’s necessary. As he fingers her, Dr. Swell informs her that the kind of vagina that most men find desirable is one that is snug and well lubricated. Women who are candidates for this type of procedure are those who are slack or loose … and it can even happen to virgins if they leave their vaginas untreated for too long. If the hymen is not broken by a certain age, it is unlikely to even be penetrated or for the woman to enjoy a normal sex life. Patricia looks horrified. She asks him what he sees. Dr. Swell spends a long time silently digging up inside of Patricia, putting up to 3 fingers in her pussy, and even discreetly licking her juices on his finger, before pulling out and wiping his hands. He lords over the vulnerable girl and presents his findings. If she wants her breast augmentation done ahead of the new school year, she should strongly consider having the vaginal procedures done as well. Otherwise, it won’t be worth her investment. She will look exactly the way she wants … but she won’t be able to enjoy it. He turns away from her, to write down his recommendation on his notepad, while she crawls off the table and sits back on the bed. There is another long silence.

‘How much will that all cost?’ She asks, sheepishly. Dr. Swell hands her a quote from his notepad. Patricia’s face falls. ‘I only saved up enough for the breast implants,’ she says, starting to tear up again. ‘I can’t afford this!’ Dr. Swell takes off his medical coat and sits down beside her. He starts to untie his shoes while she stares at him, through wet eyes. ‘There are certain alternatives we can explore,’ he says as he slips the final shoe off. She asks him what, reiterating how desperate she is to get it all done before school. ‘If I break your hymen today,’ he continues. ‘Then you won’t have to worry about the one procedure. And I can offer you a bundle package on the other two, to fit within your original budget.’ Patricia smiles. ‘Really, you can do that here?’ she asks. The Doctor asks her to lie down on his bed. He can do it here so long as it is quick, and she remains discreet. He isn’t supposed to do this outside of the office … but he understands the severity of her situation and how desperate she is. She profusely thanks him, and does exactly as she is instructed. Even though it seems very strange that her surgeon is undressing himself and mounting her, he assures her it a safe and non-intrusive way to achieve the same result as a vaginoplasty. He coldly takes Patricia’s virginity and she reacts realistically to the first-time sexual experience. BG with pull out and cum on stomach.

After he is finished, the doctor quickly cleans himself up and encourages Patricia to get dressed. She asks him if it went well and he tells her she will be perfectly ready to move on to the next procedures. He will have his receptionist follow up with her to schedule the appointment. She goes to take his quote and put it in her pocket when, noticing it, he quickly snatches it back. ‘I’ll have a new one made for you,’ he says. ‘On official letterhead.’ They exit his room together.

In a final shot, he opens his front door and she walks out, limping and bow-legged from her first sexual experience. ‘Thank you Doctor,’ she says smiling. ‘You’re welcome, now get some rest.’ He says, closing the door. He leans against the door, an evil smirk crossing his face, the first real time he has shown any emotion. It’s always the 18-year-olds. They don’t require their parents anymore … but they really should.

Taking the Enema, Scene #01

TAKING THE ENEMA
Dad Hires Doctor to give Slutty Teen Daughter an Anal Cleaning

Scene opens on George, a typical blue-collar guy, as he lazes around at home one afternoon watching TV and eating a bowl of chips. His wife is out of town and it’s his first day off in weeks so the man is very eager to relax when, suddenly, he hears screaming coming from the other end of the house. It’s his 18-year-old step-daughter, Kelly, crying out for him. She sounds very frightened. George puts the chips down and darts back to her bedroom. When he opens the door, he is shocked to find the girl naked in bed on all fours, grabbing at her ass and looking back at him. He covers his eyes and asks what the hell she’s doing. The pitiful teen begs him to be cool and just come in; she’s got herself into a situation and she really needs his help.

George tries to persuade the girl to wait for her mom but the teen explains she needs help now so he demands that she at least cover up first. It isn’t appropriate for him to be looking at his step-daughter naked. Kelly awkwardly shields herself in a towel and asks him to come to the bed. She stammers that she tried to do something this afternoon … something sexual … but now it’s stuck. You can see George cringe when he hears this, as he has no desire to have any sex talk with his step-daughter. He tries to diffuse the conversation but Kelly is insistent. She tells him she took her mom’s meditation balls and put them inside of her because she wanted to know what anal sex felt like. Now, several balls are in her bum and she can’t get them out. She doesn’t know what to do and her stomach is cramping. She’s convinced they’re lost. George cringes even further. Kelly asks if he is willing to try and get them out. George gets off the bed and shakes his head: No way, you’re eighteen now. That would be inappropriate. Your mom would freak out! Kelly begs him to just do it, she won’t tell anyone, she needs help. She removes the towel and gets back on all fours, ass arched up. Please just see if you can get them out, she begs. George reluctantly uses his fingers to try and spread her asshole open and look inside. She keeps encouraging him to go further but the man panics, unable to do it. Kelly starts to cry and, desperate, George comforts her and says he will have an emergency doctor make a house call to deal with this. She doesn’t have to go anywhere and she doesn’t have to panic. He’ll fix everything.

Scene cuts to a car pulling into the driveway. George runs out to greet the doctor, who steps out of his car dressed neatly and wearing a white jacket. George thanks him profusely for coming so quickly and with such discretion. The doctor, very direct and clinical in his speech, cuts George off to ask if he’ll assist in bringing his materials inside. George shuts up and they exit the frame in silence. When the doctor enters Kelly’s room, with George in tow, Kelly is lying naked in a fetal position. She is very uncomfortable. The Doctor, who introduces himself as Dr. Finch, matter-of-factly asks her to sit up and explain her symptoms while he checks her heart and blood pressure, puts on gloves and pulled out a bottle of lubricant from his bag. He has her get back on all fours and, asking her permission to touch, lubes up her asshole and slowly slides his fingers in until his is fist-deep and able to pull out each ball. They slowly plop on the bed and he hands them to George, who stares down in disbelief. For some reason, he can’t help but feel a bit aroused … even though he knows he shouldn’t.

Clinical Trial, Scene #01

CLINICAL TRIAL
DOCTOR PERFORMS HUMILIATING TESTS ON EBONY TEEN ATHLETE

SCENE opens on the interior of a medical exam room as the door opens – a doctor enters the room and closes the door behind him, then greets the young woman sitting waiting on the examination table as Dr. Greenwood. He thanks her for coming and for participating in the clinical trial – she just has to pass a quick screener and then they can begin. Holding up a clipboard and pen, he asks her some questions – her name (‘Jamie Lawson’), her age (‘I just turned 18 a couple of months ago’), is she pregnant (‘no’), does she have any history of health conditions – asthma, heart problems, osteoporosis, breast cancer (‘no, none’), and her level of daily physical activity (‘well I play lacrosse about twice a week, plus daily running and morning yoga’). He makes a quip that she must be quite flexible, to which she rolls her eyes and says sarcastically that she’s never heard that one before. Satisfied with the responses, the doctor tells her he’s going to be asking her to complete a series of exercises, while monitoring her to measure physical stimulation and stress. They have equipment set up in a room down the hall. On their way out the door of the exam room, Jamie jokes that she doesn’t stress easily, and Dr. Greenwood smirks in reply and says ‘Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find a way to get you to break a sweat!’

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We cut back to the two already midway through setting up in another larger room, containing a hybrid of medical and exercise equipment. The doctor is mostly done applying medical electrodes to her temples and clavicles. The last thing he has to do before they begin is to take her blood pressure and resting heart rate, so he can compare these with after the trial. First he takes her blood pressure – as he moves to strap it around her arm his hand brushes against her breast, he chuckles a brief apology and continues as if nothing happened.

Jamie tries to make small talk with him as he pumps and holds the gauge in his other hand – ‘So, what is this trial for? Some sort of new performance drug or something?’ The doctor provides only the most evasive of replies – he can’t discuss the trial with the subjects beforehand or it could compromise the results. ‘You’re offering way more for this study than the last one of these I did,’ Jamie remarks. Oh, is that so? the doctor replies, still acting elusive. Does she sign up for clinical trials often? ‘Yeah, well not until recently but I really need the extra help right now,’ Jamie grumbles, ‘my dad hurt his knee and can’t work so I’m trying to support him whenever I can. It’s a drag, but I’m hoping it won’t be for much longer.’ The doctor smiles politely and says ‘Well, we have your contact information now so if more of these opportunities come along, we’ll be sure to contact you.’ He finishes taking her blood pressure, notes something on his clipboard, and then tells her he’ll take her heart rate now. ‘Do I have permission to touch your chest?’ Jamie looks taken aback – she supposes so, but don’t they usually check at the neck? ‘I prefer my own methods,’ the doctor insists, and reaches his hand towards her chest to feel her heart. Again, his hand brushes her breasts – this time he doesn’t apologize. Jamie looks a bit flustered and is about to speak up, but thinks better of it.

After a long awkward moment, the doctor releases his hand from her chest and notes something on the clipboard. He pats his legs, stands up, and says great – they’re ready to get started! He’d like her to start with some simple jumping jacks. He stands her up in the middle of the room, the wires leading from her body to a small handheld device he holds in one hand, his clipboard in the other. He asks her to begin. She does a few, but he stops her. ‘I’ll need you to remove your bra, actually.’ What? Why? she protests. It interferes with the test, he says vaguely, but he assures her it’s quite necessary to the results. He turns around so that she can take it off with some privacy – she lifts her shirt up to reveal the bra, and unclaspsit, exposing her breasts momentarily before pulling her tank-top back down to cover them. Beginning the exercise again, her breasts now bounce up and down tantalizingly beneath her shirt as she jumps – with the doctor and the camera both clearly narrowing in on this bouncing as their primary interest.After several jumps with no indication of stopping, Jamie gets a bit frazzled and asks the doctor how many of these she’s expected to do – this snaps him out of his reverie and he nonchalantly says ‘five more, and then we’ll move on to the next exercise’. Jamie exhales sharply, a bit frustrated, butacquiesces.

Next is an exercise bike – Dr. Greenwood asks her to mount it, and then begin cycling at a pace she’s comfortable with to start. He stands behind the bike – his focus clearly fixated on the crack of her ass peeking out of her yoga pants as she pedals – and he offers her some mild platitudes to keep herencouraged. After a minute, he heads to the front to increase the resistance of the pedals – ‘we need to see you break out a sweat, so let’s turn it up a bit, shall we?’, he says, and then instructs her to continue.

CUT to roughly fifteen minutes later – Jamie has been on the bike for a while now, as is obvious by the thick beads of sweat dripping down her face and chest, and soaking her workout clothes. She’s showing no signs of exhaustion yet, but it’s clear the workout is no walk in the park for her either. The doctor meanwhile is still just looking her over, with perverse appreciation. ‘That’s enough of that for now,’ he says finally, and Jamie lets out a sigh of relief and slows her pedaling down. She gets off the bike and takes a nearby towel to wipe off the seat. ‘That’s quite alright, you can leave it’ the doctor says. Jamie looks increasingly puzzled but shrugs and starts to pat her head with the towel. The doctor rips the towel out of her hand – ‘I didn’t say you could do that yet.’ Jamie starts to argue that she’s just wiping sweat off when the doctor cuts her off – ‘If you want to disagree with my methods, that’s fine, you can leave at any time and I’ll just move on to the next subject.’ Jamie realizes how bad she needs the compensation, and holds her tongue. ‘What’s next, then?’ she asks. He tells her to go grab the exercise mat a few feet away. As she turns around to fetch it, he runs his finger along the sweaty bike seat and then sniffs or licks his fingertip.

Once the mat’s in place in the floor center, the doctor proceeds to have Jamie remove her shoes and socks, and then do various flexibility tests – bend over and touch your toes, sit legs spread and reach forward, assume various yoga poses… he licks his lips as he watches each of these poses, which thanks to her sweat-drenched clothes and no bra are extremely revealing. Jamie can increasingly feel his eyes on her as she strikes each pose – finally, after the third or fourth yoga pose she snaps at him. ‘You’re not even writing anything down anymore, you’re just staring at me!’ The doctor seems unfazed by her sudden outburst. ‘We’ll move on to the next test, then…’ No, she exclaims. No more of these weird tests. What was it he even said these tests were for?

Dr. Greenwood reminds her that he’s monitoring her physical responses to stress and stimulus. He says that now that they’ve gotten the stress tests out of the way, it’s time for the stimulus tests. He goes to a small table nearby and procures a sleek black featureless vibrator. Calmly, he tells Jamie that she will have to pleasure herself while he monitors her physical reactions. Jamie snaps – there’s no way she’s doing that. This isn’t what she signed up for. The doctor sighs and shrugs – that’s fine, he understands. Of course, he can’t compensate her for incomplete participation – but if she stays, he’ll triple the amount that was offered in the ad. Jamie flat out refuses, it doesn’t matter what he offers her, she’s not doing that. Indifferent, the doctor says he supposes that she’ll just have to find some other way to support her dad. He muses that someone her age could probably make that amount in about two weeks of working full-time. A shame that she’ll throw away two whole weeks of her life instead of spending just one hourdoing something perfectly harmless… not just harmless, but enjoyable, even. Jamie is torn… but with some convincing, and some insistence that the doctor keeps his distance, only watches, and isn’t recording her, she agrees.

She hesitantly pulls her yoga pants to her ankles, sets herself down on the mat and takes the vibrator in hand, and reluctantly starts pleasuring herself. The doctor watches intently, at first taking a note or two but quickly abandoning the pretense, his hand moving to his crotch for some over-the-pants strokes. She tries to avoid meeting his eyes, but at times he insists she looks at him or gives her some other instruction to follow to humiliate her further. The conflict between her physical pleasure and her emotional discomfort is obvious. After some minutes of this, he crouches down to her level and says warmly ‘It’s time, Ms. Lawson.’ He begins to peel off the electrodes and wires hooked to her. She looks relieved – you mean the trial’s done? He shakes his head. ‘No, I mean it’s time for you to let me fuck you.’

Jamie protests weakly – he agreed he was just going to watch. He smiles coldly. ‘Come on Jamie, you knew where this was going. Did you honestly think I wasn’t going to ask for more? If you really weren’t up for the possibility, you would have left the second I asked you to touch yourself.’ Jamie insists that’s not true, she trusted him, but her words lack conviction. ‘You’re a little slut,’ he continues calmly. ‘You were fine with letting a complete stranger watch you strip and pleasure yourself. So stop lying to us both. We both know you’re going to let me fuck you, so just be a good little slut, say yes to it and spare us the drama.’ Jamie sputters, but she has no words. Eventually she bitterly says ‘Ok… just get it over with.’

The Psychiatrist, Scene #01

THE PSYCHIATRIST
Troubled Teen Mom Confronts Daddy Issues with Sadistic Shrink

SCENE opens on an close up of Sheila’s face, as she staggers down the road. The 19-year-old girl looks dazed. Her face is sweaty. Her clothes are wet and loose, hanging off her petite frame, and she is clutching a bundle tightly against her chest. She comes upon a shed and, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, carefully places the bundle between some rocks at the back of the structure. A WORM’S EYE angle shows her staring down at it. She slowly starts to cry. Wiping her tears, she composes herself and walks off. As she crosses the front of the shed, a man steps out and catches her. Surprised, he asks if she is OK. Not wanting to get caught, she runs off without saying a word, wiping the frame and leaving the man to wonder what she was doing behind his shed. He walks around the back to take look and, after a moment, lets out a scream.

Close up of Sheila sitting stone-faced. She is handcuffed to a chair while a police officer stands silently behind her. A well-dressed man enters the room and approaches her. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he tells the officer to remove the cuffs and wait outside. When the officer exits, the man slowly removes his grip and sits down on a chair opposite Sheila. They survey each other for a moment before the man asks if she knows who he is. She has no reaction. The man introduces himself as Dr. Powell. He explains that he is a psychiatrist who has been appointed by the court in her case. She says nothing. Taking a deep breath, he asks if she knows why she is here. When she continues to be silent, he picks up his notebook and reads that she is here because of the June 7, 2017 incident involving her baby. Sheila looks away, to hide her reaction, and mutters something incoherent. Dr. Powell pulls his chair a little closer. He tells her that she has been charged with attempted homicide and, since she is 19-years-old, she is going to be tried as an adult. Her attorney, a public defender, is trying to build a case to prove it was involuntary abandonment. Right now, that defense is greatly dependent on this session. The psychiatrist’s role will be to examine her and provide testimony about her mental state. His recommendations will provide the legal evidence that her attorney is hoping for — proof that she was not of sound mind when committing the act.

He asks if she knows the difference between voluntary and involuntary? Turning to face him for the first time, she says blankly ‘Yes, I know the difference very well.’ Sensing her resistance, Dr. Powell sits back in his chair and smiles. ‘Involuntary is an unintential act committed by someone who has no spite or anger and no intention to cause harm.’ He speaks condescendingly. ‘It is very difficult to prove, especially in this kind of case, as I’m sure you know. But that’s why we’re here today … so, why don’t we start by you telling me what happened.’ Sheila turns away. Dr. Powell licks his lips. ‘How exactly did you get pregnant?’ He asks. She says nothing. He stands up, adjusting himself subtly. ‘Was it one of the boys from your school?’ He asks, glancing at his notes. ‘Oh wait … you don’t go to school. You haven’t gone to school since ….’ Sheila cuts him off and tells him that she’s homeschooled. Walking around her, Dr. Powell asks her to elaborate — what was it like to be taught by your parents instead of a regular teacher? Did it make you feel isolated to be away from other kids? Sheila stares down at her feet and tells him she wasn’t taught by her parents. She was taught by her poppa. Dr. Powell stops walking. He licks his lips again, trying to contain the smirk forming on his face. ‘Was your father a strict teacher?’ He asks. Sheila looks up at him. ‘My poppa is everything.’ She replies and begins to cry.

Blind Surprise, Scene #01

BLIND SURPRISE
Creep Takes Advantage of Blind Virgin Teen and Creampies Her

Scene opens on a large estate covered in gardens. A car pulls up to the side of the house, it’s wheels skidding on the gravel. From Maxwell’s POV, we watch an older man as he hurriedly gets out and walks around to the side door to help a young woman step out. She is blind and cautiously unfolds a cane before taking the man’s hand. He carefully walks her through the garden and into a back door. CUT to Maxwell standing lost in a trance watching her. He is wearing dirty work clothes and carrying gardening supplies. The camera reveals the landscaping being done on the estate and several other workers in the background. One of them comes up and taps Maxwell on the shoulder. He needs to get back to work before the boss sees him. Just because he’s new doesn’t mean he gets a free ride. Noticing Maxwell’s stare, the coworker confides that the homeowner’s daughter is blind. Sherarely leaves the house except for appointments or when one of her doctors come over. It’s sad because she just turned eighteen and is super-hot but her dad keeps her so sheltered. Maxwell looks lost in thought, barely listening to the guy. Finally, he says ‘yea … it’s really sad.’

A static shot of the back door, as Maxwell steps into frame. He is tending the garden while staring at the girl’s room, shots intercutting between the door and his face. From his periphery, the father walks back out to his car and notices Maxwell. He yells at him to get back to work before he tells the contractor. Maxwell snaps out of it and goes back to looking busy. But, as the father drives off the property, Maxwell watches. He must get a closer look.

CUT to Maxwell stepping up to the back door and peering inside. The bedroom is empty. He slowly turns the handle and, realizing it is unlocked, sneaks inside. CUT to inside the house. Maxwell takes in the room as he creeps around, checking out the daughter’s things. He notices some clothes on the bed, alongside the girl’s cane. He picks them up, takes in a deep breath, and closes his eyes. She smells so good. Suddenly, the ensuite bathroom door opens and the daughter steps into the room. She is naked and feeling her way over to her bed. Maxwell tip-toes out of the way, narrowly avoiding her. He keeps very still as she innocently begins to dress. Over the next few minutes, the daughter goes about herpost-shower routine completely unaware of the fact she’s not alone. Maxwell is transfixed and can’t help but begin to stroke himself as he watches her. Noticing his breathing, the daughter stops and looks alarmed. She calls out into the darkness — ‘Is Somebody there?’

Not knowing what to do, Maxwell starts to back up when he accidentally knocks something over. It falls to the floor with a bang and the daughter, seeming relieved, says ‘Doctor, is that you? I wasn’t expecting you so soon!’ Without hesitation, Maxwell replies ‘Yes.’ The daughter pauses, telling him that she doesn’t recognize his voice. Maxwell says that he is a new doctor, brought in as a replacement today.

He nervously introduces himself. Sticking her hand out, she tells him her name is Fawn. Maxwell nervously shakes her hand. Fawn asks if she can feel his face, which is what she always does with new people. His dick still in hand, Maxwell nervously allows her to touch his face. She does so with great innocence and curiosity. ‘You’re younger than Dr. Freeman,’ she says. ‘I don’t meet a lot of younger people!’ Maxwell tries his best to control his excitement but her touch sends him off. He looks at her, still half naked, and knows that he must get inside of her.

The Rectal Exam, Scene #01

THE RECTAL EXAM
Family doctor exploits favorite patient into anal sex exam

SCENE opens with the camera focused tightly on the exposed back of a woman with a stethoscope pressed against her skin. The camera travels as the doctor’s hand slowly moves the stethoscope lower down the patient’s back, which elicits a light gasp and giggle from the patient without us ever seeing her face. She exclaims that the metal is a bit cold. A close-up of just the doctor’s mouth, biting his lip nervously, shows us that the exposed skin and flirty noises of his patient are distracting him. ‘Sorry,’ Dr. Sumner says with a bit of a dorky laugh, ‘just one more deep breath please?’ We watch her exposed back rise and fall slowly as she breathes deep, and Dr. Sumner stares at her mesmerized. ‘Gooood,’ he exclaims softly. Catching himself staring, he clears his throat and lifts the stethoscope off her back. As he turns back to stand across from his patient, we see she is a strikingly beautiful woman, Yvette. In fact, Dr. Sumner finds he has trouble taking his eyes off of her as he speaks. ‘Well, your breathing checks out, blood pressure is normal, and your vaccinations are all up to date… was there anything else that’s been worrying you that you wanted me to look into?’ Yvette looks uncomfortable as she tries to broach the subject. Actually, yes, there was something else that’s been bothering her recently, but it’s a bit uncomfortable to talk about. Dr. Sumner assures her that no topic is off limits, especially not for his favorite patient, and Yvette gets a bit more relaxed. Well, she elaborates, she’s been feeling some discomfort in her… well, her you know, (‘butthole’ she mutters hurriedly), ever since she tried anal sex for the first time with her boyfriend a couple of days ago.

Dr. Sumner is visibly taken aback, and he stutters over a response as he fidgets with his coat and tie. Yvette looks let down, she had hoped that Dr. Sumner would react more professionally than this, but he apologizes – it’s simply because he’s been treating her and her family since she was a little girl, sometimes he forgets she’s a 22 year old woman now. But she’s right, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their homes is not any of his business. He remarks that it’s not uncommon for anal virgins to experience some pain and discomfort afterwards, and that the pain should subside after a day or two as long as she was careful, they went slowly, and used plenty of lubricant. Yvette, however, doesn’t seem to have been put at ease – she’s read about anal fissures and tearing and the like. Isn’t he even going to take a look to make sure it isn’t something more serious? Dr. Sumner starts to say that it’s not necessary since her level of pain doesn’t seem too severe, but then he cuts himself off. Actually, yes, she’s absolutely right, he should perform a thorough examination. Just to be safe. So if she can just please lift up her dress, remove her underwear, and bend over the table…

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CUT back to just a few seconds after, only now in a male gaze perspective from behind Yvette as we stare straight onward at her bent over ass. Her pussy and butthole are on full display as she waits patiently for her doctor to take a look. He kneels down close, placing one firm hand on each cheek to spread them wider, and stares transfixed for several seconds.

‘Um… doctor?’ Yvette asks timidly. ‘Is everything ok back there?’ Dr. Sumner snaps out of his reverie and stutters that yes, he’s just making a preliminary visual inspection before he runs more extensive tests. He periodically spreads her ass cheeks wide to provide the camera with ample close-up shots of her winking hole – this goes on for almost a minute, though the doctor is now more conscious to make it seem like a proper inspection by adding authoritative sounds like ‘mm-hmm’, ‘ok’, ‘so far so good’, etc. to keep Yvette feeling assured.

‘Well, at first glance everything seems in order, but I’ll of course have to palpate the inside of your rectum next, so you should brace yourself for some mild discomfort.’ ‘Palpate?’ Yvette asks nervously, but Dr. Sumner explains that palpate just means examining by touch. It’s just a clinical way of saying he’ll be inserting his finger. With lubricant, of course. He asks her to remain in position while he dons his medical gloves – as he does this, we see that unbeknownst to Yvette, the doctor’s attention remains fixated on her ass on display. He smears some lubricant onto his index and middle fingers, and then gets back into position behind her.

He reminds her that as he said, she might feel some slight discomfort – and then makes a bad joke about how he’s sure it will be nothing compared to how it must have felt with her boyfriend sticking it in the other night. Yvette laughs nervously, not because it was funny but to make things less awkward. The doctor sticks one gloved finger in slowly, asking Yvette to describe the sensations as he does so. She describes the initial pressure, a dull ache as his finger goes deeper in, and then finally a yelp of surprise when he sticks the finger all the way in, though it quickly subsides, and she remarks that she doesn’t notice much pain now that he’s all the way in. He remarks that he’s going to keep his finger there for a few moments, and suggests she takes a few deep breaths. He places his other hand on her ass cheek again and spreads it idly as they wait.

Dr. Sumner begins to ask Yvette questions about her first anal experience. Though as he asks his questions, Dr. Sumner coyly pulls his finger in and out, pretending it’s part of the process. Did she use lube? (Yes.) Did she work her way up to the night in question by using any smaller toys to start? When Yvette says no, the doctor suggests that if she wants to continue having anal sex she should consider it, in fact he’s read about women who wear butt plugs for hours at a time to stretch themselves out, even in public. Yvette blushes and says there’s no way she could be bold enough for something like that. Dr. Sumner changes the subject and asks if Yvette’s boyfriend fingered her first to ease her into it, and she confesses no, he didn’t. Dr. Sumner explains that that may be why she’s experiencing some pain now, and that it’s generally better to start slow and work her way up to bigger objects. As he says this, he tells her he’ll be putting in a second finger to test her elasticity. The second finger is clearly more difficult for Yvette to handle than just the one, but he eases her into it with a sense of relish.

After he satisfies himself with having fit two fingers into her hole and wiggling them around to make her squirm a bit, Dr. Sumner pulls his fingers out gently and then tells her that while things seem normal inside, he would like to get a final deeper visual inspection using a speculum. He lays Yvette on her side on the table, ass peeking out towards him, and he pulls out a rectal speculum from a nearby drawer. He inserts it carefully and uses it to expand her asshole slightly wider. Yvette remarks that the sensation is very uncomfortable, but the doctor remarks that the sensation should pass and that he promises it’s absolutely necessary. However, he is clearly enjoying himself, even inserting his finger into the opening of the speculum to tease and toy with the rim of her hole. He tells Yvette that she’s lucky that a ‘complete amateur’ like her boyfriend didn’t injure her, and that they should really take better precautions next time. Yvette, slightly weirded out, remarks that Dr. Sumner really seems to know a lot about anal sex. Like, a lot.

At this, Dr. Sumner gets very embarrassed. He takes the speculum out of Yvette and removes his hands from her, putting them between his legs sheepishly. He was just offering her some advice, that’s all. Yvette asks where he even gets all this advice from, she’s sure it’s not stuff he learned at medical school. Dr. Sumner tries to evade the question, but Yvette coaxes him – he’s been a friend of the family for years now and he’s helped her through some very tough times, she won’t judge him. Dr. Sumner bashfully answers that he watches a lot of anal porn. Yvette grins, it’s almost cute how nervous the doctor looks. She asks Dr. Sumner if he’s ever had anal sex and he admits that he hasn’t but has always wanted to. Yvette gets bolder, she bets that he must get awfully tempted sometimes with all the pretty girls he must have to look at as part of his job. In fact, he’s always said she’s his favorite patient, is that because he likes her or is it just because he’s always wanted to fuck her? Dr. Sumner stumbles over his words and Yvette takes advantage of this to coax him further. He’s right that her boyfriend is a complete amateur. In fact, having anal sex with him hurt like hell. But she bets that if a real man showed her how to do it, a man who’s completely obsessed with anal sex, he’d know how to do it right. She reaches for his crotch and he pulls back, it would be unethical. She gets up off the table and approaches him seductively, insisting that no other patient of his is ever going to go along with something like this, this is a once in a lifetime chance and he’d be an idiot to turn it down. She wants it, he wants it. What could be more ethical than that? She leans in for a kiss and he hungrily kisses back, his hands going straight to gripping her ass cheeks tightly as they embrace.

Doctor’s Origins, Scene #01

DOCTOR’S ORIGINS
Perverted Doctor Gives Teen Patient a Sponge Bath and Vaginal Probe

SCENE opens late one night as Dr. Marshall is finishing her rounds at the hospital. She walks through the emergency room door and briskly heads down the hall to visit her final patients, accompanied by a tired-looking resident under her supervision. The resident, named Bill, has been on call for the past 48 hours and is ready to collapse — he can barely keep up. But Dr. Marshall pays no attention; she’s used to this life and expects the same from her residents. She waits impatiently for him before softly knocking on the patient’s door and entering the room. There are two recovery beds set up inside. Dr. Marshall walks over to the first and kneels to check on the male patient. He grumbles and complains about being woken up as she adjusts his pillows and makes a few quiet requests for the resident to jot down. As he absentmindedly does this, Bill looks over to the patient in the second bed. A young woman lays there, dreaming, her leg in a fracture boot, her arm in a sling. She is wearing a neck brace. Bill seems transfixed by her innocence. He stares at her, lost in thought, when an announcement comes over the loud speaker, paging Dr. Marshall to return to emergency. The busy Doctor hands her clipboard over to the resident and informs Bill that he will need to finish the rounds himself. It’s probably the McGuire patient, responding negatively to surgery. Just check vitals on the female patient and ensure she is in a comfortable position before signing out. Dr. Marshall exits the room, leaving Bill alone. He swallows hard and turns back to stare at the girl.

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Approaching the bed slowly, Bill continues to stare. His eyes scan over the girl’s petite body, as she adjusts in her slumber. Her hospital gown is loose, and he can easily peek underneath it. He takes a deep breath and slowly leans in to get a closer look when the girl suddenly wakes up. Innocently, she asks what time it is. Composing himself, Bill calmly informs her that it is early in the morning. He has come in to check on her. Yawning, she tries to sit up and Bill swoops in to assist, moving the bed to an upright position and adjusting her pillows. She looks over at the next patient, who is now snoring, and awkwardly complains about having to share a room with a strange man. Bill laughs nervously as he settles her.

She asks if he can remove her neck brace, just for a few minutes. Bill nods and moves behind her. He has her lean forward, so he can unstrap the brace … long enough for him to look down through the cracks in the back of her gown. She is naked underneath. He starts to gently massage her neck as she sighs, relieved to have it removed. Casually, he asks what happened to her and the girl, who introduces herself as Rebecca, tells him she was in a car accident. It was her stupid boyfriend’s fault … and the prick didn’t even get a scratch. Meanwhile, she has a broken foot, sprained wrist and whiplash. At least she is supposed to be released in the next day or so. Moving around to check her vitals, Bill asks how old she is. She tells him she is 19 years old. He begins to sweat at the thought of such an innocent young woman. He knows he needs to get a closer look. Suddenly, his fatigue has faded.

Eying a bath kit on a nearby dresser, Bill pauses for a moment before walking over to the first bed, confirming the male patient is out, and then closing the door. He wrings his hands nervously, walks back towards Rebecca and asks her to get undressed. He is supposed to give her a bed bath. Rebecca, who has done this several times during her stay already, questions the resident as to why a Doctor is giving her one instead of a nurse. Thinking quickly, Bill informs her that he is a new Doctor on staff and is very hands-on. She still seems skeptical. Smiling, Bill he quips that he can go and get a nurse if it will make her more comfortable, but he’d rather do it himself, so he can be assured she has the proper care. Rebecca stares at Bill, as he wipes his brow. He seems professional. So, she asks if he will help her get undressed.

He slowly slips her arm out of its sling, revealing a bandaged wrist. Then, he has her lean forward and undoes the back of her gown. Gingerly, she pulls it off and uses it to cover her front as he slides off the boot and places her bruised foot on a pillow. Discreetly pinching the bulge in his scrubs, he walks over to the bath kit. He unscrews a bottle of distilled water, fills the tub, and brings it over to Rebecca’s bedside. He puts on some gloves before dampening a wash cloth and putting it over her eyes. This seems strange to Rebecca – no other nurse did it. Bill calmly explains that he thought it would relax her, so she doesn’t have to see the other patient in the room while she was naked. Rebecca laughs nervously as she can hear the man snoring softly in the background. She agrees. While they continue to small talk about her hospital stay, her boyfriend, and how he hasn’t even bothered to visit her once, Bill gives the girl a sponge bath. He takes great pleasure in wiping and lightly massaging her body, starting from her head and working his way down towards her legs. Remaining professional on the surface, he asks for permission each time he moves into a new area. But, unbeknownst to Rebecca, he slowly removes one of his gloves and pulls out his erect penis. Stroking in between wipes, his breath quickens as he nears her pussy. He asks her if he can spread her legs, so he can clean her genital area. Nervously, she says ok and, taking his hand off his dick, he opens her wide and sees her fully exposed for the first time. He starts to wipe around her pussy.

Rebecca twitches at the cold touch of his fingers and the sponge. There is a long awkward silence before she makes a bad joke about this being the most action she’s received in a long time. Bill laughs, telling her he is just doing his job while cautiously removing the other glove. He asks why she doesn’t dump her boyfriend, especially after the accident. Rebecca tells him that he is the only man she’s ever been with and, even if he is an asshole, he still says he’ll marry her one day. Not really listening, Bill informs her he is go inside of her now. She hesitates before saying OK and he sticks his fingers in her, wiggling them around. Why do you have to clean my insides? She asks. Bill, still stroking his dick, tells her that many female patients end up with sores or infections from not properly cleaning themselves. It’s customary for a Doctor to do a quick check. He wiggles his fingers some more before pulling out and tucking his dick back inside his scrubs. He turns around, licking his fingers, before grabbing his clipboard and taking some notes. He lets out an audible sigh of concern before the room goes silent. Rebecca slowly pulls the towel off her face and looks at him.

What is it, Doctor? She asks nervously. Did you find something? Bill composes himself again before turning around. Yes, I’m afraid. He says. I felt an abnormality in the cervical region. It could simply be that your cervix is in a low-hanging position due to your limited sexual experience, but it could also be something else much more serious. My concern is whether it is the result of an internal injury from your accident. Rebecca looks panicked. She asks him what, in layman’s terms, he means. Wiping his brow again, Bill does his best to calm the patient and explain that a woman’s cervix is normally in a higher position relative to the opening of her vagina. Hers is very low, which could be because her organs were damaged during the collision and are now putting pressure on her uterus. The last thing she wants is a rupture! Rebecca looks very anxious before asking how he can be sure. Well, I’m going to recommend a vaginal probe, Bill says matter-of-factly. This will allow me to properly investigate how pliable your cervix is before determining whether an emergency surgery is required. Rebecca nods and asks if he can do it now himself. Bill guides her back down on the bed and assures her that it is a quick procedure. She just needs to be quiet out of respect for the other patients. She asks if it will hurt and he explains that he uses his own body vs. an instrument to keep the pain levels low. Plus, since she’s been with her boyfriend before, it shouldn’t feel all that different. Just relax and let him do his job. This descends into the BG sex scene where Bill quietly fucks Rebecca just out of earshot of the other patient. He has her carefully move into several positions, to minimize her discomfort with her injuries, and all within the ruse of him checking her cervix. She agrees to each one innocently … and bravely continues even she is in physical discomfort. In the end, Bill pulls out and cums just outside of her pussy on the bedsheets. Nervous about leaving evidence, he wipes it up and then tells Rebecca that the final step will be a douche to ensure he leaves her fully flushed out. He unwraps a douche from the bath kit and squeezes it inside her swollen pussy. The water seeps out as she asks him if he can now make a proper diagnosis. Wiping her up, Bill tells her that he was able to adjust her cervix into its proper position and that she can be rest assured, there were no internal injuries. He slides the girl’s gown back on, puts her foot into its boot, and helps her into her sling. Just as he is about to put her neck brace back on, she asks if its ok for her to sleep without it. He smiles and leaves it on the bedside. Get lots of rest Rebecca, he says and quietly exits the room.

Doctor’s Orders, Scene #01

After several months of dating, the beautiful but gullible teen Jessie Kennedy (Elena Koshka) decides she is ready to have sex with her boyfriend for the first time. She is a virgin and wants everything to be perfect. The only thing she is worried about is the risk of getting pregnant. Because she’s only 18, still lives at home, and is dependent on her parents, bringing a life into this world would be completely irresponsible. So, she decides she has to get on the pill before the big night. Problem is, she has no money … so she has to try and get extra allowance from her parents. When they say NO, she storms off and decides to take matters into her own hands – by visiting a doctor by herself and convincing him to give her the prescription. She found the physician on the Internet and she figures it’ll be easy to use her charms on him to get what she wants.

When she arrives at the appointment, she makes up a lie about why she needs birth control, but the Doctor can see right through her … and this peaks his perverted curiosity. Through their ‘friendly’ doctor/patient discussion, he gets her to confess that she really wants them so she can have sex with her boyfriend … and that she is still a virgin. It seems as if the girl doesn’t exactly understand how sex works and the Doctor begins to misinform her on sex education, to see how far he can push things. He suggests giving the girl an exam to make sure she is physically ready to have sex and, naively, she agrees. As he touches her, the teen girl feels very nervous but slightly curious and turned on at the man’s hands. She asks him if there is any way he can just give her the pills. The Doctor offers to give her samples, without any charge, as long as the exam proves she is able to. This helps the girl relax … until the Doctor informs her that his samples won’t work until her hymen is broken. If she wants to take them, she’ll need to technically lose her virginity first. Crestfallen, the teen asks if there is anything the Doctor can do … and the Doctor offers to take her virginity in this clinical, professional setting so she will be good to go for her boyfriend. Completely unaware of his true intentions, the teen thanks him and agrees … and the devious Doctor takes her virginity in his exam room.

Nymphomaniac: An Emily Willis Story, Scene #01

NYMPHOMANIA: AN EMILY WILLIS STORY
PSYCH PATIENT HAS SEX WITH DOCTORS AFTER GETTING CAUGHT MASTURBATING

SCENE OPENS on Katherine (Emily Willis), a 19-year-old patient, as she is dragged through the halls of the hospital she lives in by a male orderly (Chad White). She is kicking, biting, and screaming in a long straight jacket that envelopes most of her petite frame. Her fuzzy blue socks slip on the floor as she struggles, begging the man to take her back to her room. She promises not to do it again! But the man silently pulls her through a set of double doors and into an empty white room where the chief psychiatrist (Michael Vegas) is quietly waiting for her. The orderly slams her down in a chair in front of him and goes to wait by the doors.

‘Katherine,’ the psychiatrist begins calmly. ‘How many times do we need to go over this? It’s a strict rule in this facility that you cannot have sexual intercourse with the other patients!’ He leans closely into Katherine’s face and stares her down, as she turns her head. ‘I’m sorry, doctor,’ she whispers. ‘I couldn’t help myself … I can’t control it.’

The doctor steps back and pulls up a chair to face her. ‘Katherine, I fear that your disorder is going to continue to put you in harm’s way,’ he continues. ‘Do you forget what happened a few months ago with the patient in zone B?’ Katherine shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. Her mind flashes back to the image of a terrifying man behind bars, coaxing her to come inside with him. ‘Do you remember the beating? The way he tore you up?’ the psychiatrist continues. ‘How he nearly took everything away from you? Almost took your life away from you?’

Katherine opens her eyes as tears well up. ‘Please don’t talk about it,’ she begs. ‘I can’t think about it anymore!’ The psychiatrist continues to berate her, suggesting that her nymphomania provoked it, that she is to blame for all her transgressions, that she won’t stop no matter how rough it gets, and that one day it’ll mean the end of her if she doesn’t stick to her treatments like a good girl.

Finally, Katherine screams at the doctor to stop. Covering her ears and crying, she begs to be taken back to her room. The psychiatrist smiles. ‘This is your final warning, Katherine,’ he says, becoming calm again. ‘You will complete your abstinence program, which means no sex, no masturbating, no touching yourself of any kind.’ As he makes his final warning, the orderly steps back in and calmly picks Katherine up and carries the nervous woman out of the room.

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Several days later. The orderly is doing his rounds, when he peers in on Katherine’s room. She is on the floor by her bed, naked except for her white cotton panties. Her legs are spread wide and the patient is choking herself with one hand while using the other to finger her wet pussy. Authoritatively, the orderly opens the door and storms into the room, chasing the scrambling girl back to her bed. In a panic, she pleads with him not to say anything. She doesn’t want to be restrained again. The orderly laughs in her face. ‘Well, you should have done what you were told then!’ he sneers. ‘Now, I’m going to do what I’ve been told … and take you back to the doctor. Your actions have consequences, Katherine!’ He slams her down on the bed and begins to put her in her jacket, as she begs and pleads for mercy.

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He leans in close again, grabbing her chin in his hand. ‘I guess this is just who you are, isn’t it?’ he says condescendingly. ‘You’d rather have sex and suffer the consequences than just control yourself?’ She shakes anxiously.

Dropping her back to the ground, the psychiatrist begins to slut shame her as he circles the restrained girl. He tells her that she is the one to blame. She keeps provoking her partners. She keeps putting herself in these situations for a reason. It’s the violence she craves. The roughness. The patient in B was just a warm up for what she really wants. Men that will hurt her and punish her for the slut that she is. She probably deserves it all.

As he rants, Katherine begins to cry. She is traumatized by her own thoughts and actions and begs her doctor to stop being so cruel. She looks back at the orderly and notices him rubbing himself over his scrubs. He smiles at her. Looking back at the psychiatrist, she reiterates that she can’t help it. She can’t control herself. ‘Are you ready to go back to B? Because we won’t protect you this time!’ the psychiatrist coos. Katherine pleads for forgiveness. ‘Please, please don’t make me go back there!’ she cries. ‘I’ll stop, I promise. I won’t be able to take it again, doctor. Please I’ll do anything you want!’

The psychiatrist and the orderly look at each other and smirk. ‘You’re such a selfish little nympho,’ he says, taking off his jacket. ‘You only care about pleasing yourself. What about your partners? Are they pleased when they’re through with you and your holes?’ Katherine asks what he is talking about. ‘You love sex more than anything, don’t you? You’d do it with practically anybody, wouldn’t you?’ he continues, slipping off his shoes.

She looks around confused. ‘I have a condition,’ she says slowly. ‘And what about how we feel?’ he asks. ‘We have to tolerate your bullshit and disobedience every day … without any kind of relief. Don’t you think you should be a little more grateful to us?’ As the psychiatrist says this, both men pull their cocks out of their pants. At first Katherine looks away in shock and closes her eyes. The men move their cocks closer to her face. She bites her lip. She can feel them near and it drives her insane. She starts to writhe in her straight jacket. ‘That isn’t professional,’ she mumbles, her eyes still closed.

The psychiatrist asks if she wants them to remove her straight jacket. She nods nervously. The psychiatrist asks if she wants to be taken back to her room. She nods again, opening her eyes to stare at the cocks surrounding her. She is almost salivating. ‘Then you need to be a good girl and let us have a piece of you too … just like everybody else,’ the psychiatrist orders. The orderly chimes in. ‘Are you going to agree with your doctor?’ he asks. She stares at him, holding his cock, before turning back to the psychiatrist. ‘Yes … sir,’ she says slowly, biting her lip and squeezing her legs together on the floor.