CONRAD FISHER IS BAE

CONRAD FISHER IS BAE

It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."

You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...

"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"

"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?

"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"

Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.

"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."

As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.

We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.

"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.

I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.

"Very good, one more time for me."

You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.

"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."

The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?

While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.

"I'm - I'm sorry?"

"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."

You stare at me. "Remove my - "

"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.

I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.

I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.

Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."

I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."

Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.

"And spread for us, please."

Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.

"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "

You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...

My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".

The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.

The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.

"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."

The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.

You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"

"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"

You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.

One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.

It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.

The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."

Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."

"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.

You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...

The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.

You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.

"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."

Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.

"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."

imagine your friend is having a party, you dress up in a super tight, super short, black bodycon dress, underneath you have a push-up bra on and no panties

you weren’t trying to be a slut (well maybe you were a little) but you just didn’t want any underwear lines

when you get to your friends house, no one is nearly as dressed up as you, you’re a little humiliated, you’re blushing furiously, and you feel like a total whore

you’re about to leave but your friend stops you, he convinces you to stay and play some truth or dare drinking game

you really weren’t planning on drinking tonight (despite what your bimbo outfit may otherwise suggest) so when it’s your turn to pull a card you reach for the truth pile

“fucking lame!” your friend shouts out, his buddies all join in and you find yourself even more embarassed than before

the heckling works and you go to pull a dare card instead, not wanting to be perceived as lame

“flash your pussy/dick to everyone in the room”

the group explodes at such a notion, clearly excited to see your cunt, your face turns even redder out of anger and humiliation

“what the fuck kind of card game is this?” you inquire, about to reach for the alcohol

“oh come on, don’t be so stuck up, it’s not like anyone is gonna touch you” your friend reasons

you guess he’s right, who cares if this group of basically strangers sees your pink little hole? you’ll probably never see any of them again, you probably would’ve ended up accidentally flashing most of them anyway if the party had been more intense

you lean back on the couch and drop your knees open, you pull your skirt up so everyone can see your cute cunt, in an act of feeling bold you take your fingers to spread your pussy lips so everyone can really see

the commotion starts back up, people are whistling and cheering, derogatory comments being thrown out left and right

“damn what a whore she’s not wearing any panties”

“fuck look at how wet she is, we could probably slide right in”

“looks like a bitch in heat ready to be fucked”

the comments and attention make you leak a little more, a dribble of your girl juice starts to pool at your entrance and leak towards your asshole

you see a flash and look up to see someone took a picture, that quickly springs you out of your daze and you quickly pull your skirt down and cover yourself up

“delete that”

“no way, i’m posting this shit on twitter right now”

“you can’t do that!” you protest, about to get up and go wrestle this stranger for the phone, this is starting to get out of hand

your friend pulls you down, “he’s just kidding, he’s not actually going to post that anywhere, he’s probably just gonna save it for jack off material, it’s a compliment, relax”

you reluctantly sit back down, hoping to not find your nudes all over the internet tomorrow, you feel uneasy and want to go home but decide to wait it out another round or two

when it’s your turn again you reach for the dare card, not wanting to be lame again, “let the person sitting directly across from you do whatever they want to your nipples for 30 seconds”

of course mr phone p3rv is sitting directly across from you, quite frankly you don’t want him anywhere near your nipples or your body, you turn to your friend

“please let me drink or pick a different card, i can’t let him defile me like that” you beg, batting your lashes at him and pouting in a way you hope convinces him

“you can pick another card, but you have to do the next one, no matter what it says”

you quickly agree, happy to take your chances

“congratulations! you have found the free use card! for the rest of the game you’ll be the centerpiece! players can choose to enact their dares on you or can choose to have one intimate moment with you per round, happy cummings!”

you still and immediately pale as you finish reading the card

suddenly you feel like you’re being circled by sharks, before you can even process what’s happening, you’re manhandled to the coffee table, everything is thrown off and you’re thrown down onto it

your tied spread eagle with one arm and leg tied to each leg of the table, your limbs tied down with various belts and ties

you do your best to struggle and fight back but everything happened so fast and the men around you were too strong for you to really do anything about it

a different girl at the party starts to speak up, you’re relieved hoping she’ll put a stop to what’s happening

“is anyone planning to use her mouth anytime soon? i think it would be so hot if i stuffed my panties in her mouth and sat on her face”

your stomach drops, no one is coming to your rescue, the men part to let the girl have her way with you

despite being bound you still struggle, while the girl is pretty, you aren’t gay and don’t want to have her do anything to you

when she gets to you she makes a show of removing her panties from her leaky cunt, a string of arousal sticks from her whore hole to her panties

once she fully gets them off you can see just how soaked they are, “no, no please, i’m not gay, please don’t make me taste another women” you beg

“why would we deny all the big strong men at this party the opportunity to witness some lesbian sex? that’s not being a good bimbo whore now is it?”

before you can respond, her panties are stuffed in your mouth and partially down your throat, you gag at the intrusion

“besides, i’m sure if we checked you would be glistening”

the girl pulls your dress up so your whore cunt is on display for everyone at the party once again, she runs her fingers through your slit and you start to cry a little

“just what i thought, absolutely dripping, you like this you slut”

she pulls the top of your dress and your bra down so your titties are exposed for everyone to see, your nipples are rock hard

“don’t worry our little p3rvy friend is already recording all of this, we’ll make sure to send you the video of him specifically going to town on your nipples”

you sob a little harder at that

the girl wipes yous girl juice all over your tits before going to sit on your face, she rubs her wet pussy lips all over your nose and mouth, she starts to finger herself over your face, she drips and leaks into your panty stuffed mouth

she moans like a pornstar really putting on a show for everybody, unexpectedly she pulls the panties out of your mouth, as you go to gasp for air, she grabs your mouth to hold it open and squirts right into your mouth, she then forces your jaw shut

“swallow it, cunt”

she reaches down to your actual cunt and shoves three fingers in without any warning or prep, you go to scream but she’s still holding your mouth shut with her other hand, you swallow, hoping she’ll remove her fingers from your pussy if you obey

you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show her you obeyed, utterly disgusted you swallowed this girl’s cummies

she rips her fingers from your fuck hole like you had hoped, you’re relieved for all of half a second before she shoves her fingers down your throat

“taste yourself, whore, taste me and you, look at how messy you made yourself getting used by a girl”

you’re disgusted and horrified, you had never tasted yourself or another woman and now it’s being forced upon you

even worse, she’s absolutely right, you’re making a mess all over the table

she pulls your fingers from your mouth and spits on you, “all right boys, she’s all yours”

the men swarm you, p3rvy camera guy immediately goes for your nipples, he pinches, slaps, sucks, and even bites at them, making you sensitive and causing you pain

another guy immediately starts fucking your soaking wet fuck hole, he slides right in and sets a brutal pace

your friend walks over, stroking himself, “i’m so glad you could make it tonight, i can’t wait to finish in all three of your needy holes”

you go to scream, but he fills your mouth with his fat cock, face fucking you into silence

maybe this is what you get for dressing like a slut, the universe gives you exactly what you asked for

the power a therapist has over you and your entire sense of self and control and comfort. you're in the middle of crying or talking about trauma and you look over and he's looking at you, hard in his pants, or she's looking at you, squeezing her legs together. smiling while your mascara runs. hearing all your trauma and weak points and your sensitive vulnerabilities and using them against you. you hate it at first but eventually you start going back, more and more, every time you get upset or lonely or need someone to listen and care about you and understand you. they call you what your middle school bully used to call you. they talk to you in the same tone your parents used to talk to you in. they praise you like your teacher from high school. they already know you're damaged and broken so they break you even more, strip down everything you have until you're sobbing bent over their couch as they fuck into you, wiping your tears and whispering that they're the only ones that can ever make you feel this way.