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Sascha

"Please - get a nurse - I'm scared" Sascha whimpered quietly, still trying to keep herself covered.

She couldn't believe this was happening. In fact, she wasn't sure WHAT was happening. In a panic, she kicked him between the legs, leapt off the scales and grabbed her towel. She made a dash for the door, screaming.
 
Rob

Sasha tried to kick Rob, it was a pretty good attmpt but he had been ready for something on that order. He hauled her up and off her feet again, lifted he up onto the examination table and thumped her down onto it, back down, hard, momentarily knocking the wind from her lungs.

Without releasing her, her grabbed up a roll of gauze and stuffed it into her gasping mouth.

During the struggle Rob stepped on one of the exam table's foot pedals and accidently released the exam stirrups. Rob was surprised that wrist restraints had also been released.

Rob realized this was a type of exam table used to restrain psych patients, not typical to a family doctor's practice. But perfect considering the situation.

Rob quickly forced Sasha's arms through the cuffs and tightened them down. Sasha moaned her fright through the gauze and tried to spit it out. Rob pushed it back in and taped it in place with some surgical tape that was on the instrument table.

"Listen Missy" Rob hissed into Sasha's ear.

"The doctor said you were to be examined and examined you'll be."

Rob grabbed an ankle, fended off her attempts to kick him and secured her firmly into the stirrup. She lashed out with her other leg trying to keep him from grabbing it but he caught it up too and soon all four limbs were firmly restrained.

Rob picked Sasha's chart up off the floor where it had fallen. He made a note on it, then turned it around so she could read it.

"Initial diagnosis: Hysteria. Treatment: Hysterical Massage."
 
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Sascha

Sascha read what he'd written on her chart in disbelief. She wasn't hysterical, just terrified. God knows what he was going to do to her. She didn't trust men under normal circumstances, and this was no normal circumstance. Was there a sinister plot that she knew nothing of? Or was she just unlucky?

Tears falling, she tried to relax, hoping if she did he might let her go in one piece.
 
Rob

"We don't usually see such cases of hysteria anymore, though it was very prevalent in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. But the medical journals of the era indicate many doctors made substantial living treating this condition." Rob explained as if this were just a normal part of the examination.

Rob found the things he would need in the counter drawers. His back was to Sasha so she couldn't see what he was doing. When Rob turned around, tears were wetting her face.

"Now now, nothing to be worried about. It's really not a very serious condition. You'll be just fine after treatment." He dabbed the tears from her face but more followed.

Rob slicked his fingers with a bit of KY jelly and stepped between Sasha's legs. He began to slowly and deliberately slide a finger up and down Sasha's slit.

Sasha waggled her hips trying to avoid the contact but Rob's finger was persistant as it slid up and down, slowly separating her lips.

"Relax Sasha. Don't fight it." Rob grinned as he stared directly at her eyes, watching her reactions.
 
Sascha

Sascha panicked again as she watched him rifle through the drawers. He was a maniac!! Why had Dr Caine left her alone with a madman? She was confused and scared. She couldn't relax, thoughts of what he might want to do to her flew around her head.

Suddenly he was at the foot of the bed again, placing something cold between her legs. Tears began falling again as she felt his fingers move inside her. Desperately she tried to wriggle free, but it was no use, she was going nowhere. She wondered what he meant by not fighting it, and she couldn't bear having him stare into her eyes. So she closed them and turned her head away again. The way he was pushing into her she knew he'd discover she was still a virgin, and maybe hurt her even more.
 
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Sasha began growing moist and Rob's finger began to slide more easily and he began dipping it into her vagina. Rotating right and left, then again in and out.

Sasha closed her eyes refusing to look at Rob, so he diverted his gaze to where his hand was working. She had a beautiful pussy and oh so very tight. It positively clamped around his finger as he worked it around and around the opening of her vagina.

He began carressing Sasha's inner thighs as he continued to work his finger in and out. Rob turned his hand palm up and slid his thumb into the now wet opening. Sasha's face began flushing as she struggled against what she was feeling.

Thumb rubbing up and down, up and down as finger slid in and out, working together.

Rob slid his thumb higher to the top of Sasha's slit and gently nudged the clitoral hood. He could feel the hard little nubbin below the skin and he used the pad of his thumb to work the hood back and forth across Sasha's clit.

A little moan escaped from Sasha's lips. The nubbin grew harder.

Rob spread her lips wide between thumb and finger of his opposite hand exposing the inner flesh and the now hard lump of flesh. He slipped the hood off her clit exposing it to the full onslaught of his thumb.

Sasha began gasping, sucking air in through her nostrils and around the wad of surgical gauze in her mouth. Not only was her face flushed but now the flush went down her chest and mottled her breasts.

And still Rob was relentless, working Sasha's clit, letting it engorge with ennervating blood. Sasha's vagina was gushing lubrication now and Rob used it to slick her clit so it would pop back and forth under his diligent ministrations.

"Go with it Sasha. Let go. Don't fight the sensations." Sasha's hips bucked involuntarily as he brought her closer and closer to climax.

No doubt about it thouht Rob, those 19th century doctors had the right idea. I'm going to make hysterical massage a permanent part of my repertoire.

Rob decided he had to have a taste of this juicy pussy.
 
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Sascha

As Sascha closed her eyes, she felt his fingering become more intense. She determindly put her mind on other things. He would not get the better of her!

No matter how hard she tried though, Sascha couldn't block it out. She was feeling hot, tingly, and something was happening to her. She didn't know what it was, but she couldn't resist and began moaning with delight.

Suddenly, Sascha felt his fingers withdraw, as her back arched, she was aware of something else entering her, before she began shuddering, yelping and screaming.
 
Rob

Rob placed a kiss over Sasha's engorged clit and gave it a lick. He slid his tongue along the groove and lapped her copious juices. Sasha's hips bucked with the intense sensations of his rough tongue on her tenderest parts.

She whimpered and moaned and tried to tell him to stop as her agitation increased.

Rob reinserted his fingers, spread her labia a bit more and, ovaling his lips once more, encircled her clit and suctioned it into his mouth so it seemed he'd pull it right from her.

Sasha's body spasmed as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her hips pumped out a rhythm of their own that Rob could barely keep up with, though he did an admirable job trying.

Once, twice, three times she bucked and held her pussy up in the air as if looking for a cock to pound into her.

Then her body collapsed in the aftermath, and she gave a few shudders as the aftershocks of her orgasm made her body shake.

Rob looked at her exhausted and now sweaty body. He stepped around and dried her brow with a cloth.

"You look much better Sasha. I knew you'd respond well to the treatment." Rob couldn't tell exactly what was going on behind Sasha's eyes. Some level of wonder, but he doubted she was anything but outraged, despite her own reaction.

Well, no matter he thought. The exam wasn't quite over yet.

"Sasha" Rob began. "I'm quite concerned. I believe I detected a problem with your vagina. An obstruction of some sort that I believe may be interferring with your well being. I think I will have to remove it." Rob annotated the chart.

Sasha began to struggle again as Rob checked and tightened her wrist and then her leg straps. He spread her legs wider yet and locked the stirrups in place. He pulled out the bottom step-up of the exam table.

Rob unbuckled his belt, opened and let his khakis and boxers drop to the floor... and stepped up between her legs.

Perfect.
 
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Sascha

Sascha lay completely still, stunned by what just happened. She didn't understand. She was so angry about what he'd done, yet she wanted more. And she knew it was wrong. And she was so tired.

She was just starting to relax and try to get her head around the way she was feeling when his head swam into view, wiping her brow, telling her she'd responded well. Then he mentioned an obstruction.

Sascha knew she was naieve - but she wasn't thick. She knew what was in mind for her. She began thrashing again as Rob appeared trouserless between her legs.
 
Ariana

Ariana pretty much just sat at the window looking pretty for the most part. With everyone coming in asking to see Dr. Caine, she figured it was busier office than she expected or just opening. If it were just getting started, this was a good thing for Dr. Caine.

Every now and then she would look over to the group and caught the good Dr. looking over at her. Her face got flush as she felt the heat rising. She was acting like a teenager for goodness sake! She was a grown woman, what was going on?

Ariana shook her head to get out of the daze. She had to get away. She would go to the kitchen and get something to drink. Some water would be good. Some ice cold water!

"Dr. Caine," She called out, "I am sorry to disrupt, but I just wanted to let you know that I was going to the back for a moment. I shall be back momentarily. I just wanted to let you know where I had gone if you needed me." She finished as she lowered her head and went for the back.

She started walking away slowly, but felt her legs start to move her quicker and quicker as she started having labored breathing. Finally she was at the kitchen as she opened the fridge. She reached in and grabbed a bottle of water and took a seat. The cold drink felt so good going down her throat. Ariana leaned back in the chair as she closed her eyes and her throat was exposed. She reached her right hand up to her neck as she rubbed at it gently and started to breath normally once again.
 
Dr. Michael Caine

After Dr. Davis left I handed the cards he had given me to Ariana. "Call my attorney and have him check Dr. Davis' credentials and standing, Ariana." Having a Stanford grad as a partner, I was sure he didn't want anything less, would be good for the practice. I smiled at Ariana, she was doing well, Iwondered how she was getting along with Helena.

Dr. Caine went into the center of the building, that was where the exam rooms were. He knocked on the door to exam 3 and went in without waiting for a reply.

Dr. Caine saw Shasha naked and strapped down on the exam table, with a roll of gauze in her mouth. Rob was standing in between her legs with his pants around his ankles. His engorged shaft was pointing at her wet pussy.

Dr. Caine said, "Excuse me, may I see her chart?" He walked to where Rob had pointed as if nothing was going on. Reading the chart, Dr.Caine said, "I concur with your diagnosis. She always was an excitable girl."

Dr. Caine watched as Rob plunged his hard cocl into ner barely-legal quim. I concur with your treatment too, keep me in the loop." said Dr. Caine as he left the room and went back to his office. Rob is going to fit right in, hehehe.
 
Rob

Rob looked Sasha in the eyes. No doubt she fully realized what was about to happen. Regardless Rob kept up the commentary as if he were about to perform a perfectly normal examination procedure.

Sasha's eyes squeezed shut momentarily almost as if she were trying to deny what she knew was coming.

Rob began stroking Sasha's vaginal lips again and again exposed her clit. Then leaning slightly forward he dipped the head of his cock between her lips wetting himself with her lubrication.

Her lips spread and closed as he stroked the plane of Sasha's vagina. At the top of each stroke he let the head and shaft slide along her clit. Then back down the furrow. Only to dip in a quarter inch, the smallest hint of a push inward.

Up between the lips and forward gliding and bump bump bumping Sasha's clit. With each stroke Sasha's breathing increased, again becoming ragged as all the sensations she'd just felt were returning.

Down and dipping in.

Up between the lips and forward, stroking her clit with electric sensations, her thighs shuddered as they involuntarily tried to break free of the restraints and wrap themselves around Rob's hips.

Down and in an inch.

Rob's thumb took up the beat on Sasha's clit again as he began to slowly stroke himself in and out of Sasha's vagina, inch in and inch out, in and out over and over again.

In and out, an inch.

In and out an inch and a half. Soon each stroke gently bumped Sasha's hymen and with each bump Rob gently tweaked Sasha's clit. Each stroke combined the presssure of his cock with the pleasure of his thumb.

Rob continued the dual rhythm and then when he could hold himself back no longer, he continued the rhythm with his thumb while withdrawing his cock to just the tip.

Now and Rob thrust forward, hips slapping against Sasha's widespread thighs, and cock buried in her young pussy to the hilt.
 
Ariana

Ariana had caught her breath so decided to make her way to the front again. She saw Helena on her way and just said hi. As she sat in her seat, Dr. Caine came back to her. He asked her to call the attorney and have Dr. Davis’ credentials and took off down the hall. She had heard some commotion earlier, but didn’t think it her place to say anything. She figured if there were too much of a problem, Rob would be coming to get her or calling her for help. Either way, neither was happening yet.
 
I left his office and sighed, knowing what time to be expected there tommorow. I was nervous as hell and I was surprised no one could sense it. I waved at the woman in the front desk and smiled.

"See ya tommorow I guess!" I grinned happily realizing I had done it and skipped out to my car. Off to dance class I went.
 
I left his office and sighed, knowing what time to be expected there tommorow. I was nervous as hell and I was surprised no one could sense it. I waved at the woman in the front desk and smiled.

"See ya tommorow I guess!" I grinned happily realizing I had done it and skipped out to my car. Off to dance class I went.
 
The doc came in just as Rob buried his meat into young Sasha. If she had any hope of escaping further treatment, it flitted out the window when he concurred with the diagnosis and treatment and left them to finish.

Rob began fucking Sasha in earnest, relishing in the feel of her hot tight virgin pussy. Rob had often imagined taking a chick like this but never had he hoped to live out the fantasy.

Rob reveled in the leverage he got and slammed in and out harder and harder, building the tension, the tip of his cock felt like a ram at the gates.

Arrrrrgh. Rob grunted as he finally shot his load.

He didn't know if Sasha had come again or not but she looked like she was out. Maybe fainted.

Rob made a last note on Sasha's chart. Complaining of sore throat. Throat exam and swabbing recommended.

Rob pulled on his pants and buzzed the front desk.

"Ariane, can you please tell Dr. Caine that Sasha is ready for him in exam-3."
 
Sascha

Sascha looked up hopefully as someone knocked on the door and Dr Caine came in. "HELP ME" she begged him with her eyes. But he ignored her, just read her chart and left. Tears falling down her face, Sascha scrunched her face up and waited for the pain, still hoping it was all a bad dream. She'd wanted to save herself for when she got married.

Instead of pain, she got a nice suprise. It was a nice sensation, having him move in and out like that. He started thrusting faster and faster, and she felt explosions rippling through her.

Sascha suddenly blacked out.
 
ARIANA

Ariana sat at the front desk when the phone rang. Ahh....the first call of the day! she thought.

"Hello, Dr. Caines office. This is Ariana. How can I help you?" She said in her most professional voice. "Oh...yes Rob. I will let him know." She said as she hung up the phone. She sat there as she contorted her mouth in thought. What should I do? I have to find Dr. Caine, but I am the only one here at the front desk. Good thing Helena will be working tomorrow so I can run errands.

Suddenly it hit her. She could just use the paging system!

"Dr. Kaine to Room 3 please. Dr. Kaine to Room 3." She announced then sat there as proud as she could be of herself.
 
Erika Jameson

OOC:Erika is a 26-year-old female with a moderate case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. She stands 5' 4" weighing in at about 120 lbs. Long chestnut hair and hazel eyes frame her heart shaped face. She is ambitious and energetic. She works days at a local nursing home as an aide, her goal is to one day be a nurse. For now she is happy as she is.

IC:

Erika woke up stiff from her night at work. Lately her body just seemed more and more tense, regardless of how much she stretched. She had tried increasing her water intake and her stretching, but nothing helped. Maybe she just needed to exercise more.

That was the least of her problems. As of today she was 2 weeks late for her cycle, she dreaded the idea she may be pregnant. A drunken night at a friends house had found her in bed with her best friends husband about a month ago. It would be her luck, and his, that she would be carrying the evidence of their encounter. Her friend didn't know, they intended to keep it that way.

She had decided that if she was still late today, she would call the doctor. She just had to know.

After throwing on a towel she walked to her desk where the phone book lay open to the physicians adds. The phone lay over the ad of a one Dr. Caine. Reasoning that for a pregnancy test anyone would do, she picked up the phone and dialed. She listened to the rings and waited patiently for someone to answer.

Maybe she could go ahead and get her work physical as well. She would just have to ask.
 
Dr. Michael Caine

I heard Ariana's page and left my office to go to exam room #3.
Sasha was passed out on the table. That would not do, I needed her to be awake for my exam. I wet a sponge and bathed her body. She was starting to come to as I finished. She was squeeky clean, at least on the outside.
 
ARIANA

Ariana hoped that Dr. Caine had heard the page. If not, she was in trouble. She was just proud of herself that she figured out how to use the thing! There were so many gosh darn buttons. She would have to figure them all out.

She started to play with the buttons when the phone rang once again. By that time, she had found the volume button to the radio. She hit it and the volume shot up full blast. Oh shit! She thought to herself as she fumbled with the button and picked up the phone.

"Hello can you hold please?" She yelled into the phone and put them on hold before she even got an answer.

How do I get this turned down? Argh! I hit this button so...let's try this one. Please work. She pleaded with the button as she pushed at it. The volume went down as the song played. She took a deep breath as she picked up the phone.

"Hello, Dr. Caines office. Thank you for holding. This is Ariana. How can I help you?"
 
Helena

OOC: Posting when "next day" has begun. Dont worry Dr. , I won't be late for work! ;)
 
"Hello, Dr. Caines office. Thank you for holding. This is Ariana. How can I help you?"

Erika heard the feminine voice on the other end of the line and froze. Somehow the phone call made her fears more real.

"Yes..hi..I'm..I'm..." Erika stuttered and nearly hung up, before continuing. "Sorry. I'm a bit nervous. I need to schedule an appointment for a physical and pregnancy test, please."

There, she said it.

"At your earliest possible convenience would be best."
 
Ariana

"At your earliest possible convenience would be best." Ariana heard coming from the other end.

"Well....let me look at his appointments." She said as she brought it up on the computer. She looked at it and Erika could be lucky. "There is an opening tomorrow morning at 9am. Can you make it for that one?" She questioned the woman on the line.
 
"Tomorrow at 9 AM works great." Erika gave the receptionist her information and hung up the phone. She jotted down a note in her day planner and headed for the shower. She had much to do today, tomorrow would come soon enough.
 
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