Twenty-third meeting. Forty-one injections. Numerous drugs. She’s was descending into a deep dependence that had only begun to tear her apart. The highs became everything to her so that her miserable circumstances became little inconvenience. She hadn’t yet become a fiend, but they were now past the point where she’d do nearly anything for another hit. He considered dumping her off and starting over with someone new, but she managed to keep him hooked. Something about her made him hesitate to discard this project. Alone, she’d devolve into something even more pitiful than she was now. It was still important that it was his hand on the needle. Anyone else would make it worse. Junkies were never known for steady hands and patience. Doctors, however.
“Nnn! Mmm, agh,” she moaned pathetically from the bed with wrists and ankles strapped. His eyes lift from the ugly carpeting and fall upon her like birds eyeing a corpse to pick clean. Her thin body shone pale and pretty against the dark covers of the bedspread. A curled up skeleton upon a mound of dirt, is what he imagined. Parts of her were a deeper red. Some from the blushing. Some from the slaps and spanks and nails. Slick wet spots gleamed in the dim light around her eyes, her mouth, her little perked nipples, and the inside of her thighs was a sopping mess. Deep, purpled bruises spotted the same parts like flecks of chocolate in the vanilla. His stomach twisted with the reminder of his actions. It was beautiful and horrible work, tearing someone apart.
“Awake again?” he muttered softly. His own voice had been booming and harsh only a few hours ago. But now the weight was pressing down and strangling him. It always felt like this after he finished with her. But as soon as it was time again, a sort of sick pride dominated his thoughts. Guilt faded quickly in the light of his perversions.
“Ah, ye-“ she began, but a long sigh followed. “Is-s it time?”
“Nearly. How are you feeling?” he prodded with a tone of professionality.
“Sick…down,” she pouted from the bed. “I-I really, uh, I really need something to pick me up. I-”
“Quiet.”
She stopped midsentence, but her mouth still hung open with a quivering bottom lip. Desperate eyes flitted between him, the door, the windows, and the small, red cooler that sat beside his chair. Without instruction, she rolled back slowly onto her back, maintaining her shaky eye contact with him. Her fear was consumed and dominated by the need for her next dose. A new color for her drab world.
“You know better than to start talking like that. You wait. Clear?” She stared silently at him. Her big eyes were red and wettened. “Answer me, Mandy.”
“Yes.”
His gaze lingered on her for a while after, intent on emphasizing his point and disapproval. He final moved, hunching over to grab at the cooler. Inside it were neatly arranged needles bound to a black folder with labels. He reached for the one labeled M and held it up to the light. Satisfied, he stood and approached the frail-looking girl. She smiled nervously and kept her eyes on the syringe.
He gripped her ankle firmly and ran his thumb over her smooth skin which was peppered by rough injection scars. He lay the needle flat against her and, with one last shared look of expectation, he slid the cold metal into her. She hissed but her leg remained still as stone. Her habit never went away even if the pain did. He found it endearing in a way, that silly little emotional response to pain despite being awash with opioids. He met her face with a mirrored smile. “Patience now, okay? It’ll come.”
“Okay,” she whispered with a shy grin. Relief already seemed to spread through her. As damaging as it was, he felt happy to help her. Her smile still held a bit of light and life in it. She wasn’t yet the empty husk that so often was the future for girls like her. Guilt wracked him again, like thorns under his skin. One day she would be that husk. One day not so far away. Worst of all, he looked forward to it as much as he despised knowing it would happen.
“Let me know when it kicks in, okay?”
“Mhm,” she purred, finally somewhat pleased with her situation again. So pleased that her legs relaxed and fell to the sides. It was possible she didn’t even realize how exposed her glistening spot was now. She was more preoccupied with waiting for the effects than with his presence. Her small pink slit now lay open and inviting.
He cocked a brow and smirked. The syringe was left on the bedside table and he sat on the edge of the bed, arm falling between her legs to rest on her heated cunt. She gasped quietly at his touch and her legs recoiled slightly. Her worried expression met with his tranquil mask. The back of his hand brushed against the inside of her thighs, collecting sticky juices on his knuckles. Her lower body shivered and her legs wiggled as if she needed to pee. He crossed the gap and squeezed her other thigh gently. For a while, he massaged and caressed her.
It never did take much to make her squirm. Even at the beginning, she was sensitive to touch. Influenced however, she became an instrument that could be played with fingertips alone if desired. But he tended to use many more tools than just his fingers. Tonight however, the guilt ate at him. Where his hands passed over bruises, he remembered the thrill of inflicting them. It wasn’t regret he felt after. Shame was what clouded his mind.
If she was trying to convince him of something, it wasn’t working. She watched him like a frightened animal. She was focused where earlier she had been drowsy and delusional. Her face was clear as day to read on his end. Nervous, curious, and dumb. Glassy, green eyes like that of a doll’s. Pretty, plump lips. There was always tension between them, though the type often varied. Even the pleasure he gave her was measured and cautious. For once, he felt a desire to care for her like a lover. He shut his eyes to banish the thought. It was the most dangerous idea he could have, but now it compelled him. She reminded him of his own daughters. She never spoke of her family, but she was also someone’s daughter. Even his wife wasn’t so different from this one when they first met.
Gently, he slapped the inside of her thigh as a test for the expected effects. She inhaled sharply and her eyes fluttered. It was starting. His hand dropped to her bare pussy and his thumb landed upon her clit. Light pressure against it made her emit a low whine that extended as long as he touched her. As he massaged her clit in circles, he studied her face and her movements. Her hands and feet fidgeted endlessly, nearly tying knots as she felt the sensations shoot through her. Her skin was growing hotter as well. A pink flush rose to the surface and rapidly turned her into an embarrassed cherry tomato.
He chuckled, satisfied with himself and her reaction. He moved closer to the middle of her torso but his hand remained behind, toying at her aching snatch. Through half-closed eyes, she turned her head to him and hummed with pleasure. “Mmm…I-I think I feel it now sir.”
He hummed his approval while deft fingers spread her opening and dipped within. Her back arched her off the covers and a spasm passed through her like a cracking whip. Multiple, in fact. With his free hand, he pinched her pink nipple and pulled. She opened her mouth wide in a silent scream, only breaking and becoming audible when he twisted her nub.
“Ah! N-no, I can’t! It’s making me-“
“You can. Don’t whine.” He plunged two fingers deep into her cunt, covering them in a thick, heated wetness. The walls of her insides twitched and clenched around her fingers, making a tight fit even tighter. Whether she wanted to keep him in or force him out, it was always difficult to stay inside her. She was strong and her kitty fought back against her advances. It usually took him quite a while to reduce her to a senseless toy and he liked it that way. Such a small girl overall, but she had grit. “You did so well the last time, hm? You can do it again.”
“No!” She began to pant desperately, and her breaths were hoarse. Her hands held the straps taut as she attempted to pull away.
“No?” he questioned with cold threat seeping into his words. “That is *not* what I needed to hear right now. No miserable little slut says ‘no’ like that. Especially not you.”
His hand fell on her bouncing tits like a guillotine. The smack was sharp and piercing, immediately becoming reddened. She spasmed again, legs flailing wildly and body twisting around on the covers. Her breaths became long and shaky. It was always that way when she tried to calm herself and accept what was coming.
“Look at me.” She obeyed quickly, but she was becoming a mess of whimpers and whines under his touch. His hand gripped her perfect handful of a breast firmly. That new sensation alone had her shaking. The combination of his hand gently massaging both her tits and her entrance was electric. Through a jittery gaze and fluttering lids, she tried to keep steady on his features. “Mm…there’s my girl. Not so bad is it?”
She shook her head with anxious rhythm. Her hands were clutching at the straps, clawing and tensing. It was really hitting her now, he expected. His figure bent and laid kisses on her ribs that stretched the skin. Her hips responded for her where words couldn’t. She loved it. His wrist was already working hard to pound, and her needy gyrating only made the noises louder—more needy. Her expression held traces of resentment or fear, but it was being replaced with the slack smile of bliss. His hand pulled away, fingers trailing slick stringers from her sex. He whapped stingingly across her hungry slit and the impact induced a squeal that ended in a choked gasp. Three rough fingers now forced their way into her, with more than a little difficulty.
“Ohh, n-Agh! Ah f-f-fu-! Uh, uh, uh, ahh,” she sputtered a creaky moan, breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened from shock, but soon she reverted to the eye-rolling state she had been reduced to.
His teeth raked across her skin and his kisses sucked hard, leaving a trail of red dots down from her ribs to her hips. Wanting to explore another hole, his hand neglected her perky tits and found her open mouth. Immediately, she clamped hard, around both sets of fingers. It almost hurt to have his three middle fingers held like a vice within her deep tunnel, muscles contracting tight around him. Her teeth gnashed lightly, and her tongue worked between his fingers like an eager dog. Whatever was going through her mind, it was like crossing wires. Everything melded into the other. Her lips became covered in drool, messily resembling her most private area with how it shined. When he pulled his hands away even slightly from either hole, she followed him pathetically. Her head and hips raised from the bed as she unsteadily balanced on her elbows and spine. He could almost have her curling up like an overturned beetle if he liked. To a certain extent, fucking her mouth this way felt nearly as good as her poor, raw kitty. The inside of both felt the same—unbelievably hot, wet, and quivering with lust. They made similar sounds; slutty and moist sounds that made him throb.
Without warning, she bit hard on his fingers, forcing a reaction that made his hand jab hard into her cunt. Her cry opened the shut jaws and he whipped his hand back with a yelp. Despite the volume of both their outbursts, she seemed to still be lost in the moment as her hips humped at the air and her mouth puckered around nonexistent fingers.
“You bitch!” he spat, inspecting his pointer and middle. Deep grooves were imprinted on both, turning the skin white. Like a snake, his palm struck across her cheek, sending spit flying and jolting her entire body. The thrusting hips stopped, and she remained frozen in place for a moment. Regret ached in his hand. A bright red spot across her gaunt face taunted him. “I-that wasn’t smart of you, Mandy.”
She turned back and through a dazed expression, she mouthed the word, “sorry”. Tears fell from the corners, but her face remained still. Almost inaudibly she asked, “Please?”
He opened his mouth to reply but the chiming of his ringtone interrupted. He took in her sorry figure a moment longer before reaching down under the table to search for the shrieking phone. He read the name across the screen and his expression grew serious.
**Love.**
He sighed quietly to himself and held a finger up to his toy. She frowned worriedly. He swiped a thumb across and began speaking. “Heyyy, honey! I know, I know. It-” He paused. Low chattering filled the silent room. “Yes, I know he’s an asshole. What can I do? No one else will stay this late…well, yeah, but they don’t have my expertise. I’m the only one authorized in the department to…look, baby, we’ve talked about this. Without me, they legally can’t accept patients at this hour. It’s about the people coming in, not about me.”
While his argument lengthened, he approached the bed, brows drawn together. Single-handedly, he undid the belt and fastenings of his pants and slid them down until his veiny, cock sprung from underneath the band.
“So, what, you would have me ask them to find my replacement? No, no, it’s good for us that I’m the only one. They value my work more that way.”
He caught Mandy’s eyes and she was returning to her unfocused look of giddy ecstasy. All too quick, she throated his cock halfway and choked on the length. He glared but her apologetic eyes quelled his anger. His hand came to rest on her head, tussling her hair and petting. With more deliberate speed, she started to bob her head on his heated rod.
“I…mmm, no. No, I’m just waiting for a patient to go under…yes, it’s a complicated one, love. All my surgeries are complicated. And no, they cannot take over. That’s irresponsible of me.” He paused again and his grip tightened on her hair. A small, muffled yelp of pain came from her and resounded against his cock. She kept watching him as if searching for praise or insult. “What do you mean? My responsibility to you and the girls is making sure y-you’re taken care of. I can’t do that if I slack off on my job…why? Umm, why do you figure?” Her little mouth worked harder now. The head of his cock and the sides of his length were being sucked and licked eagerly. The desire to fill her tight throat with his seed built like an ache in his heart. “I have vacation time for that! Ah, hah, ohh yeah? They aren’t as understanding as you think. No-not everyone has a heart of gold, sweetie. But okay, okay, look—after this one, I’ll head home okay? I was done in an hour anyhow. Mhm…mhm, I love you too. Kiss the girls for me.”
He blew a kiss into the receiver and frantically pressed the end call button. Just in time, he allowed himself a long, rumbling groan and his cock pumped a thick flow of cum into Mandy’s mouth. Her eyes crinkled with pleasure and rolled back into her head. As he twitched and emptied everything into her, she rubbed her thighs together needily. When it was finally finished, he pulled away from her and a mix of dirty spit dribbled out. She looked up expectantly with raised brows.
“Aha, yes…yes, you did good,” he smirked and caressed her head. She widened into a lazy smile and licked her lips. “But that’s all tonight. Back tomorrow so stay on your side and don’t make a mess, hm?”
She whined, “B-but I-I-I need more. Please, please, please, I-“
A raised hand stopped her thoughts in their tracks. With alarming speed, he picked up his things and fixed his clothing. One last touch on her knee made her shiver. He smiled sadly and turned, out the door in less than ten seconds. The air outside felt cool and fresh as evening darkened. He smelled of dust and sex and sweat, but it would be gone soon. Tall trees all around seemed to judge him and the shadows between the trunks whispered harshly at him. He sucked in a breath and stepped from the porch toward the shiny, black car waiting on a dirt road. Time to go home.
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