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The doctor reviews his notes.
Mrs X, late forties and in good health. He doesn’t recall ever actually seeing her before infact.
He picks up the intercom and asks the receptionist to tell her to come in.
A tall woman enters, her hair is unkept, she wears no make-up and her red eyes betray that she is tired and has been crying. Her clothes are ordinary and unremarkable; a tan overcoat, grey knee length skirt and plain white blouse.
The blouse is misbuttoned, the skirt creased and the coat rumpled.
The doctor uses the cliché; come in, sit down, what seems to be the problem.
The woman slumps into the chair and begins to sob.
The doctor offers her a tissue, there, there calm down.
Dimly he registers that it’s getting dark outside, perhaps it’s going to rain.
The clock on the wall says 10am exactly.
The woman composes herself and in a quiet voice, starts to talk.
She is…doing things.
She thinks her thoughts are not her own. No, no voices in her head, suggestions, notions and then uncontrollable acts.
No, she hasn’t hurt herself or anyone else but she wants to stop. Sometimes the thoughts seem like her own, sometimes they do not, cold, hard metal things that sit in her head in an ugly way and cannot be denied.
She masturbates continually when she is alone, using all manner of bizarre objects; bottles, remote controls, the handle of a screw driver, a spanner.
She is always incredibly wet and sometimes, she ejaculates, something, until recently, she has never done before.
The doctor listens and is aware he is getting a powerful erection. This disturbs him. He does not find the woman attractive, nor does her description of sexual hysteria and possible schizophrenia in anyway arousing and yet his cock is almost painfully hard.
He coughs nervously and shifts in his seat.
It is getting darker.
The woman is telling the doctor how she was at work when she went to the bathroom, sat astride the toilet, hitched up her skirt and began to masturbate through her underwear while urinating. She tearfully describes the sensation of the warm urine running over her busy fingers and the growing wet patch in her underware, the uncontrollable orgasm and how she was ‘left’ to deal with the aftermath.
The clock on the wall says 10am exactly.
She describes how she exposes herself to strangers on the train, wanders the street outside her house nude at 4am and as she talks, the doctor rises, crosses to her while she is sat, talking and unzips his fly.
His cock is massive.
There is a flicker of something in her eyes but she seems to stare straight ahead, still talking up to the second he plunges himself between her lips, takes the back of her head and mechanically begins to fuck her mouth.
It’s still 10am.
The doctor stares out, horrified, from his own head as he takes her mouth. He has no control over his actions whatsoever.
She sits, impassively, head turned slightly to the side, hands folded around the crumpled tissue in her lap, eyes dead and blank.
The only noise she makes is a rhythmic, ‘Guk…guk…guk…’ as his cock plunges deep into her mouth.
The doctor recalls the few times he has used hardcore pornography, how he disliked that noise and yet here he is. There it is.
And as he watches from behind his own eyes, he feels his arousal rise and with it his terror, because he’s no longer sure if the arousal is really his or something inserted into his brain.
Suddenly, he withdraws himself from her mouth, awkwardly tucks away his erection and sits back behind his desk.
“What seems to be the problem?” he asks, albeit it slightly confused.
The time is 10am.
She idly wipes her mouth. Glances around her. She no longer seems upset.
“Um…I don’t have a problem…”
She looks confused.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” the doctor asks, cock still throbbing in his trousers.
She looks at him slyly.
“Yes…”
She sits back in her chair and raises her skirt.
She isn’t wearing underwear.
She is incredibly wet.
“Fuck my pussy,” she states, almost proudly.
The doctor sits back in his chair and steeples his fingers, as if considering the request.
The woman cocks her head to one side, an eyebrow raised. Her worried demeanour is gone, replaced with a predatory look, almost impatience.
“Right then,” he says standing and taking off his glasses, “would you like to slip off your clothes and lay on my desk please?”
Eagerly the woman begins to disrobe while the doctor strips to his waist.
Strangely, once the woman is nude, she puts the tan overcoat back on again.
She crosses to the end of the desk and then suddenly, savagely kisses the doctor. It’s quick, hard and animalistic.
He doesn’t respond.
She lays out on the desk, knocking a paperweight to the floor, the coat spreads out beneath her as she spreads her legs wide.
He unzips, his cock still painfully erect and slips effortlessly into her with one hard stroke.
She moans.
He begins to fuck her. Easily building speed and momentum, her pussy begins to make small, wet noises as he grips her thighs and pounds her.
“I’m just going to give you something for the pain,” he says as he fucks and awkwardly reaches behind himself, fingers scrabble in a kidney dish and he produces a sterile needle.
With trembling fingers (either through fear or perhaps the motion of his body slamming wetly into hers) he unwraps the surgical steel and then, with a sudden deftness and fluidity of movement, pierces her nipple.
The needle plunges through her flesh, birthing a single drop of red that he sharply bends and licks away.
As the needle penetrates her, she arches her back beneath him and comes, moaning abruptly and loudly.
As he straightens above her and continues his thrusts her hands find his chest and in a breathless hiss she demands, “Do my clit…”
It’s still 10am exactly.
They, it, whatever it is, give him his mind back as he reaches for another needle. But not his body.
He apologies profusely to the oblivious woman as he delicately unwraps another spike of surgical steel. he is close to tears, in horror of his actions, regardless of the fact they are not his own as he gently cups her full breast with one hand and precisely pierces her other nipple with the other.
His feeble entreaties of sorrow are drowned out by the orgasmic moans and cries of ‘yes’ as he hurts her again.
Why is the room so dark? Why am I doing this? He asks himself as the use of his mouth is taken away and he begins to receit the alphabet backwards. He looses all sensation in his left side, his body continues to fuck regardless. He then regains it, then his cock becomes almost uncomfortably hot.
He slaps the woman in the face but she only seems to draw pleasure from the assault.
He begins to feel the sensation of pins and needles in various parts of his body, encroaching and withdrawing.
And then, a monstrous sense of something in the room, something huge, vast and dark, nebulous, bigger than the room itself, behind him, in him, in his head, manipulating him and her.
He takes another needle.
Her eyes light up.
He holds the steel up into the light, she takes his other hand and languidly sucks his thumb.
The doctor, terrified, unsure if the mounting desire he feels is his or not, pierces her clitoral hood.
They cum simultaneously.
The orgasm is unlike any he has had before or will have again.
Her back arches impossibly and her fingers claw at the desk, his ass contacts and he feels four massive ejaculations, each bigger, hotter and harder than the last and then…
He speaks in a voice louder in his head than outside and not his own, a voice so horribly alien it makes him want to scream.
He speaks to her.
‘YOU ARE PATIENT ZERO.’
Despite the ejaculation, there is the distinct impression that she has put something in him.
Then…
She is wearing his glasses and wearing the coat, buttoned up fully. She looks up from her notes and asks him to sit down and tell him what the problem is.
He is nude, confused, hurt, terrified…and utterly horny.
“I want you to suck it,” he croaks and she does and it is still 10 o’clock in the morning.
The woman leaves at 10:20am, he demeanour is fine and clear, she feels tired, yet refreshed, untroubled and will be so for the next two months until she suddenly finds herself in the waiting room of a train station on her knees in front of two men, one in her mouth the other in her hand, waiting his turn.
The doctor sits, troubled, he feels tired and confused. His body feels the six hours it has been used, he is dehydrated, what has happened, was that really 20 minutes that passed?
Slightly nervous, he calls for his next patient.
Ms. Kapur, an Anglo-Asian lady in her early twenties enters.
The doctor is ashamed to admit a sexual attraction to her, in his deepest darkest moments he has masturbated while picturing her in his head but he is a professional and would never stoop to an abuse of his position.
“What can I do for you Ms. Kapur,” he asks feeling slightly more confident after reviewing his convictions.
The girl sits down in the chair, brushing her long, raven black hair from her shoulders, takes a breath to speak and then stops.
Her eyes cloud over slightly and her mouth opens and closes twice.
And then, finally, she says, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
The doctor is already, painfully, horribly hard…
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