𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 & 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔁 ❪ ⁿ ˢ ᶠ ʷ ❫ ┆ reverie. & koura

[reverie.]

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. L E A N  B A C K  &  R E L A X a roleplay by reverie.  &  koura   C O N T A I N S  N S F W  E L E M E N T S   Rachel recently attended a party where she blacked out and she can't remember if she was raped or not, but for the past week she's been experiencing pain in her nether regions and she's getting worried. When she has to end a PT session halfway through because of the pain, her PT is determined to find out what's wrong—so Rachel tells her. Her PT informs her that her brother is a gynecologist and offers to ask him to schedule an appointment. It's an offer Rachel can't refuse. But despite her brother giving her an appointment the following week, it turns out she would have been better off not going. ​

 

[reverie.]

​   rachel manning. ᴇ ɪ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ꜰ ɪ ɴ ᴅ  ᴀ  ᴡ ᴀ ʏ  ᴏ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴍ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ  ᴏ ɴ ᴇ .   receptionist    //    27    //    pt's client   This was fucking embarrassing, but Rachel didn't really have a choice. It wasn't like she could have canceled her appointment—even if she could, it was too late—and now that she was there, she couldn't just get up and leave. Because that would be even more embarrassing. While she'd been in the waiting room, she'd realized how stupid she'd been for telling her personal trainer about her pain. Or, telling her about the pain would have been one thing, but she'd told her why she was in pain. And honestly—who couldn't remember if they got raped or not? She probably wasn't, but Rachel's intuition told her that something was wrong down there. And the longer she waited to get it checked, the more worried she became. So, when her PT had offered to schedule an appointment with her brother who was a gynecologist, she just couldn't say no. But now that she was there, waiting for him to study her fucking pussy, she was having second thoughts about it all. But what would her PT say when she showed up to their next session if she hadn't shown up for her appointment? Her brother would tell her, no doubt. So, Rachel had remained in the waiting room, waiting for her turn. She must have been given the last appointment for the day because there was no one else there. Perhaps that was for the best. Knowing that no one would be waiting outside while she was being examined felt slightly reassuring. No one was there but them. Or, no one that she saw, at least. When a blonde came out of his office, she couldn't help but wonder why she was there. But her mind didn't have a long time to brainstorm, because before she knew it, someone was calling her name. And when she turned her head, she saw an attractive man standing in the doorway. Rachel got to her feet in an instant and she flashed him a shy smile. "Uhm, hi," she greeted him awkwardly before he motioned for her to come inside. She took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, pressing her legs together despite wearing pants. There was just something about knowing she'd spread them soon that made her uncomfortable. He'd probably seen a hundred—if not thousands—of pussies before, but that didn't really make it any less intimidating. Rachel had been to a gynecologist before, but that was years ago and it had been a female gynecologist. This was slightly different. And it sure as hell didn't help that he was smokin' hot and her PT's older brother. He told her that Emily had demanded he'd find an opening for her, but that she hadn't provided him with any details. Not surprising, really, but that meant that she had to tell him. . . "Okay, so, I've been. . . I've been—uh," she stuttered. How the hell was she going to say it? Lying would be pointless, that would only prevent him from doing his job, but she didn't really want to tell him the truth either. Not when he could, in theory, be a potential boyfriend. Not that she believed he would ask her out or anything—he probably had a wife at home—but she didn't want him to know that she blacked out at a party and might have gotten herself raped. "I get these. . . uhm—cramps," she eventually admitted. "It feels a little bit like period cramps, but it's not." If it were, she wouldn't be there. "It's a lot more intense, like someone is twisting a knife inside of me, through—you know." Her cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze. She didn't want him to think she was just some shy little girl when she was, in fact, a grown woman.​

 

[Koura]

​   edward meyers. ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʀ ᴇ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴅ ᴏ ,  ɴ ᴏ ᴛ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ꜱ ᴀ ʏ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ .   gynecologist    //    43    //    pt's brother   Edward sat at his computer, his long fingers dancing gently on the mechanical keyboard, soft clicking sounds filling his room. He was slowly editing a case summary, trying to maintain his tone as professional as possible despite his simmering resentment. It wasn't that Edward strictly hated Alicia Whitt. The young woman was mostly innocent. It was her mother that left him to punch the wall. Mrs. Whitt had concerns regarding Alicia and she made her concerns his problem, even if medically speaking there was nothing wrong with the young woman. She merely had merely not experienced menarche despite being seventeen. While such delays in development were unusual, Alicia was perfectly normal in every other regard. Edward knew that there was no reason to be concerned. At least not yet. Mrs. Whitt, however, refused to listen to reason. She was convinced that there was something wrong with her precious daughter. Closing the file, Edward clicked open his calendar, smirking as he saw an unfamiliar name on the list. He rarely took new patients. His regulars kept him busy enough. While Edward wasn't opposed to making more money, he also wanted enough free time to have use for it. There was no reason to be immensely wealthy at sixty-five if one could be moderately wealthy at sixty-five with plenty of life lived. Miss Manning. Rachel. For once, he was taking a patient he had seen before. He knew the young woman frequented his sister's gym. She had caught his attention. Edward rather fancied her. As fate would have it, destiny would deliver Rachel into his arms. He had been surprised when Emily had asked him to find a time for her client. They rarely, if ever, discussed his line of work. Emily had always been squeamish when it came to medical anecdotes. She did not find unusually large vaginal boils as interesting as her brother did. Still, he had managed to persuade her to take an HPV vaccine, mostly by spamming her pictures of cervical cancers. Edward was fairly certain she had never quite forgiven his little quest to make sure she remained healthy. The vaccine didn't cost much. Scrolling down, he quickly went through Rachel's data. She had needed to fill out a small preliminary information form registering on the clinic's website. She was 27. Vaccinated. No earlier issues. Nothing that would have caught his attention, at least. Smiling, Edward checked the weight she had filled in, wondering if she had been honest. Judging by what he had seen at the gym, she wasn't lying. At least not by much. Emily had filled her in on Rachel's case, or at least had told him what she had been told. Not that he had much to go with. Still, he had been wanting to get his hands on the young woman for a while now. Closing Rachel's file, he clicked open another one. Sighing, he stood up and walked to the examination room, a blond woman waiting for him. "Good afternoon Miss Rowley. How are you doing? ​ ~ ~ ~ ~ Having finished with the blond, Edward moved to clean the examination chair, replacing the cover as well as wiping the armrests and stirrups. Walking to the sink, he scrubbed his hands clean, leaving a faint scent of sanitizer lingering in the room. He much preferred the smell of the hospital soap to whatever perfume Miss Rowley had worn. Drying his hands, he walked back to his desk to call in the next patient. "Good afternoon Miss Manning, he greeted Rachel, offering her a soft smile as he bid her to sit down. "How I may help you?" She could see Edward frowning softly as she described her symptoms, his dark eyes intent on her. He knew he wanted to get his hands on her. She was just his type. "When did you have your last period? Has there been anything unusual with your cycle?" Edward asked her the usual questions, making notes on a small piece of paper lying on the table. Later, he would write down her answers in her file. "Have you had any spotting between your periods?" Edward asked, glancing up from his paper. There was nothing unusual with his questions, the experienced gynecologist treating Rachel like any other. "Have you... or has anyone inserted any large objects into your vagina?" It had been less than two weeks since he had treated a small blue-haired girl with a tear near her cervix. She had forced a sizable chuck of silicone into her pussy by sitting on it. She had told him how her boyfriend had been cheering her on. She had been so very proud to sink a good eleven inches of artisanal dildo into her pussy. Edward had not bothered to scold the girl. He figured she'd be more careful the next time.​

 

[reverie.]

​   rachel manning. ᴇ ɪ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ꜰ ɪ ɴ ᴅ  ᴀ  ᴡ ᴀ ʏ  ᴏ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴍ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ  ᴏ ɴ ᴇ .   receptionist    //    27    //    pt's client   As their conversation progressed, she couldn't help but feel slightly mad about the fact that Emily hadn't mentioned how sexy her brother was. Rachel was having a hard time focusing on his questions, and whenever she answered one she could feel her cheeks flush under her makeup. "I'm on the pill," she explained. "So I tend to skip my periods—just one or two, and then I'll have it. It's never caused any issues. I've never experienced any spotting and I'd say my periods are pretty normal? Last time was. . ." She made some calculations in her head, "Maybe six weeks ago?" Then she pushed some hair out of her face, averting her gaze for a few moments as she prepared to answer that last question. The one that had truly made her face heated. She understood why he had to ask, but what the fuck was she going to say? I don't know didn't really seem like the correct answer. Rachel was quiet for what felt like too long. She shouldn't have trouble giving him an answer, at least not if she knew what to say. But not knowing for sure made it tricky. Lying wasn't really an option either, because he could probably tell, either by her body language or when he was spreading her wide. "Okay, so this might sound weird, but I honestly don't know. Or, well, I haven't—at least not recently," she rambled. "But I . . . I was at a party last week, and well, it was fun." Where the fuck was she going with this? "I don't really remember blacking out—" She didn't really remember much of that night at all. "But I remember waking up alone in a bed, feeling—uhm, sore, down there." She took a deep breath before she continued. "But I've been sore after sex several times before, that's not uncommon. At least not for me. But. . ." Rachel fiddled with her hands in her lap, trying to put together the right words. "I've never experienced this kind of pain before." But then again, she'd never been raped either. "I've tried to check if there's something in there. You know, just in case someone. . . left something in me." She swallowed hard, hoping that wasn't the case. "I can't find anything," she added quietly, but her fingers weren't that long either. "And I've been too afraid to shove something inside, in case I'll be pushing it further inside." She was having trouble meeting his gaze now. "But they might just have been too big for me. I don't know." She didn't say it, but what if this was all in her head? But then why did she wake up sore? Someone must have done something to her—with her. "I just want to know for sure. These. . . cramps, I can't live with them. Or, I can, but when I get them, I don't function well," she told him. "I just want to know if something is wrong with me." She wasn't about to cry or anything, but it was obvious that she was upset about this. She was worried this couldn't be fixed and the pain scared her more than she was willing to admit. ​

 

[Koura]

​   edward meyers. ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʀ ᴇ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴅ ᴏ ,  ɴ ᴏ ᴛ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ꜱ ᴀ ʏ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ .   gynecologist    //    43    //    pt's brother   Edward kept his eyes on the young woman, scribbling down a few notes. "Six weeks?" She could tell he sounded a little surprised, even if his expression remained much the same. "Probably nothing to worry about. Unless you have had unprotected sex since your last period. Sometimes the pill doesn't work as it should," he added, tapping his pen against the paper. Edward was fairly certain that the young woman knew what he was talking about, but still spoke his mind. He had had plenty of patients who didn't quite understand how contraception worked. There had been a young girl who had taken her pill only after she had had sex, sometimes multiple pills per day. Much to her chagrin, she had discovered she was pregnant. Sometimes Edward found himself wondering how she was doing with her child. He knew she had carried the baby to term. "You don't remember blacking out," he muttered, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly. "But you remember waking up alone in a bed that wasn't yours. Is that right, Miss Manning?" Edward had to bite his lip and quell the urge to call the brunette names. Less than flattering names, even if she was a paying customer. Besides, he ached to get his hands on the young woman. The fact that she seemed to have issues sorting her thoughts made her all the more appealing. "Wouldn't that meet the definition of passing out? Not quite remembering what happened?" He scolded her, Rachel able to hear the older man sigh softly. Forcing a smile on his lips, he looked up at Rachel. "I suppose that could happen to anyone," Edward added, quite certain that she had blacked out. "You have had cramps ever since then? Or did they start later?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "You know, you probably should have seen a doctor sooner." Edward added, his fingers drumming the table. "Still, it should be easy enough to make sure what's causing your problems, or at least exclude some possible explanations." If she had something in her vagina that didn't belong, he'd be able to see it. He was wondering If she had actually pushed something in her pussy and was now pretending she couldn't remember anything. Once he had dug out a doll's head from a seventeen-year-old young woman who insisted that she had no idea how the chunk of plastic belonging to her sister's toy had ended in her pussy. Seeing how she had come in with her mother, he understood the girl well. Meanwhile, Rachel was a grown woman. Not that grown women were immune to stupid shit. Horny people of all ages were susceptible to bad choices. "Only one way to find out," he murmured softly, pushing himself up. "Please change into the gown." He pointed at the folding screen set up on the other side of the room to allow the patients a modicum of privacy. Edward had always found the folding screen rather amusing. Just as people loved to tell themselves they were normal and had done nothing weird, people liked the illusion of modesty. They both knew his fingers would be in her pussy sooner rather than later. "When you are ready, please sit down on the chair and put your arms on the armrests." Behind the screen, Rachel could hear her doctor humming softly as he rummaged through a cabinet.​

 

[reverie.]

​   rachel manning. ᴇ ɪ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ꜰ ɪ ɴ ᴅ  ᴀ  ᴡ ᴀ ʏ  ᴏ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴍ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ  ᴏ ɴ ᴇ .   receptionist    //    27    //    pt's client   "Yes, I skipped the last time," Rachel explained. It wasn't like she was worried about being pregnant. At least not yet. Up until last week, she hadn't been sexually active in a while—unless you counted her vibrator as a partner. "I've never had unprotected sex." She wanted to add that I know of, but she didn't want to make herself look even worse than she already did. She could hear it in his tone, what he must think of her. A grown woman who couldn't remember blacking out. . . "Yes," she pressed out. "I remember having fun at the party, we were playing beer pong, my team was even winning and then. . . and then—" She let out a sigh. "I woke up in that bed. I can't really remember how I got there." She tried to look at him, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Not really from the passing out part, but from not remembering if something sexually happened. What if he found something crazy inside of her? Oh, God.. She was starting to regret coming here more and more. She leaned back a little, still fiddling with her fingers in her lap. "The cramps started later that day, but I didn't really think much of it. I thought maybe it was something I ate or from the booze. But then they kept coming, often if I crouched down or bent over. I don't know if Emily mentioned it to you, but we had to stop mid-session when we came to the crunches. Something just doesn't feel right, and I'm afraid someone has, uhm—messed up something in there." He didn't need to tell her she should have visited a doctor sooner. Rachel should have called the doctor the following Monday, she knew that. But she'd been too embarrassed and didn't want to think anything bad had happened. And now that she'd gotten her ass to a gynecologist, she was starting to regret that too. Not only was it her personal trainer's sexy brother, but she could tell he didn't believe her story. At least not one hundred percent. She couldn't blame him either, because now that she said it out loud, it did sound a little. . . odd. Rachel stood up and disappeared behind the folding screen. This next part was the part she really hated. The part where she had to get up in that uncomfortable chair, spread her legs and have him examine her vagina. It did help a little to know that she was not the only one, and that he was a professional who had done this probably a thousand times before, but it still made her nervous. She folded her clothes and put on the gown he'd laid out for her before approaching the chair in her socks. She climbed onto it, letting her legs remain down even though she knew they would have to be lifted and spread soon enough. "Is this okay?" she asked him, her face still flushed, as she placed her arms along the armrests. No one had really given her directions like that before, but it did feel nice to let her arms rest against the soft cushions. ​

 

[Koura]

​   edward meyers. ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʀ ᴇ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴅ ᴏ ,  ɴ ᴏ ᴛ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ꜱ ᴀ ʏ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ .   gynecologist    //    43    //    pt's brother   "If there was a foreign object in you, cramps would likely be the least of your worries,"Edward sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You haven't had a fever after you blacked out, have you?" He found himself hoping she would have mentioned if she had a high fever following the incident. Then again, Rachel seemed a little naive. He felt he couldn't quite trust her. "Just cramps, right?" She had passed out and he had no qualms about calling her out. "I doubt there's any foreign object in your vagina. But it's better to be safe than sorry,", he added, a faint smile dangling on his lips as he tried to reassure the young woman. If there had been something in her for weeks and she wasn't septic, chances were that the situation wasn't that dire. Walking to the chair, Rachel could see her new gynecologist at the sink, the tall man meticulously washing his hands, soap foaming between his fingers. A faint scent of disinfectant filled the room. "Just sit down, I'll be with you soon," Edward quipped, turning to look at Rachel for a moment. Content that his hands were clean, Edward reached for a bunch of paper towels, spending a few moments drying his hands. "Please open the front of your gown for a moment," he asked her, his tone soft and mellow. Even if she had come for a particular reason, the young woman had booked a regular check-up. Such a check-up always included a breast examination, just to be safe. "Just a routine check," he assured her. "Since it has been a while since your last time. Do you examine your breasts yourself?" Edward asked, placing his hands on her chest, slowly pressing and poking her breasts. The tall doctor took his time with Rachel, his expression impassionate even as his mind was filled with predatory glee. Her skin felt young and firm, his touch surprisingly gentle for a moment. "Does this hurt?" he asked, pressing a little harder, his dark eyes meeting hers for a moment. Frowning, he kept poking and probing Rachel, stifling the urge to smile at her reaction to his touch. "Nothing out of place, I don't think. You can close the gown." The tall doctor rewarded his anxious patient with a faint smile. She had obeyed him like a good girl should. Humming softly, Edward reached for the wide leather straps dangling from the armrests, tugging them tight around Rachel's arm. "Just a precaution. We don't want you falling, do we? he mused, walking around the chair to tie down her other arm, worn leather pressing firmly against her skin. Strapped in place, she could not move her arms. "Nothing unusual, I assure you," he glanced at the young woman, picking up one of her feet, moving it so that it rested on the stirrup, the metal cold against her skin. "Just try to relax." Much to her surprise, Rachel would find her limbs fastened to the examination chair, the situation unusual to say the least. Still, there was nothing unusual in the way Edward tugged up the hem of her gown, letting it rest on her knees. Moments later she could hear him put on gloves, the sound of latex snapping against skin distinct enough to allow Rachel to figure out what was happening. "Let's take a look, shall we." She could feel him press his fingers against her labia, first examining her from the outside. His touch was a little rough, almost as if he didn't overly care for her comfort. ​

 

[reverie.]

​   rachel manning. ᴇ ɪ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ꜰ ɪ ɴ ᴅ  ᴀ  ᴡ ᴀ ʏ  ᴏ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴍ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ  ᴏ ɴ ᴇ .   receptionist    //    27    //    pt's client   Rachel had not expected him to examine her breasts, but when he asked her to open her gown she'd been too shocked to tell him no. As if this visit wasn't already humiliating enough. She tried not to meet his haze as he touched her breasts. Her cheeks burned, and when he asked her if she ever examined herself, she gave a short shake of her head. "Uhm, not like this," she answered in a quiet voice. He couldn't let go of them fast enough. She'd never really had any issues with sexual partners caressing her breasts, but he was not her partner and she couldn't exactly call what he was doing, caressing. His fingers dug into her skin a little too hard and she let out a low, surprised whimper. "Not really," she muttered when he asked her if it hurt. She hoped he couldn't see how uncomfortable he was. This was only a standard procedure for him, after all. Did it even matter what she felt? He had to do this. . . Right? She closed the gown as soon as he told her to, grateful that he was done fondling her breasts. Perhaps she wouldn't have minded him doing so if they were in her bedroom, but they were not. The chair she was sitting on was nothing like a bed. It wasn't even comfortable. But she leaned back nonetheless, trying to make her body relax. She was focusing on her breathing when she felt him secure something around her arm. Her eyes landed on the leather strap now securing her arm to the armrest. She tested it, only to find out exactly how tight it was. Nothing unusual he said, but Rachel had never been strapped to a chair before in her life, let alone in a doctor's office. "It's okay," she lied, trying to calm her breath. "I just didn't know people did that—fall out of the chair, I mean." Rachel had certainly never done it. She'd never even been close. But perhaps he'd experienced it, since he had to take precautions now. But the fact that she couldn't move her arms scared her a little—okay, maybe a lot. But then again, she wasn't there to get her arms examined. When he told her to relax, she tried. She really did. But it was fucking impossible when she knew what was going to happen. He was going to have a front-view seat to examine her pussy. He might as well study it under a fucking microscope. And yet, she leaned back in her seat, resting the back of her head against the soft pillow behind her. She stared up at the ceiling while he lifted both her legs over the stirrups, spreading them. Just breathe, she told herself. But when she felt him strap her legs to the stirrups too, she couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. No other gynecologist had ever done that. But Rachel was too afraid to comment on it. If this was how he did things, who was she to question his methods? And nothing had seemed wrong with the blonde who had come out earlier. Rachel was probably overthinking again. Her pulse quickened the moment she felt his fingers between her legs. She knew he was a professional, but the way he touched her. . . No, she was probably just imagining things. She had to be because he couldn't possibly mean to be so rough. But she could have sworn her ex had touched her more carefully. "You'll let me know if something is wrong, right?" she said, her voice sounding worried. Her eyes were still fixed on the ceiling because the last thing she wanted was to make it more awkward. She just had to let him do his job, and then it would be over before she knew it. He was just going to take a look inside her vagina first. ​

 

[Koura]

​   edward meyers. ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʀ ᴇ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴅ ᴏ ,  ɴ ᴏ ᴛ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ꜱ ᴀ ʏ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ .   gynecologist    //    43    //    pt's brother   Rachel could see his eyebrow rise as she admitted to not examining herself. Edward's expression made his opinion on the matter rather evident. A sense of disappointment oozed from the tall man, his touch a little unprofessional. It was almost as if he had been caressing her bosom, his fingers soft on her skin. There was no denying that her whimper had brought a faint smile on his lips."You really should, Miss Manning. I am sure that my colleagues have told you as much. As young and as fit as you are, you should look after your health. Cancers are far easier to treat if caught early." She could hear Edward almost purr as he complimented her. Having seen Rachel at his sister's gym, he did not need to lie. He had always found her quite fetching. "More a precaution than anything. Having someone fall is not that common of an occurrence," he assured her. "Some people are just a little twitchy," Edward added, his eyes trailing Rachel's fingers as she closed the gown. "When were you last sexually active?" There was a short pause, the tall man clearing his throat. "With someone. That you remember." There was a hint of derision in his voice. Sighing, Edward reached to touch her pussy, the latex dry and cool against her skin. With his head between Rachel's legs, the young woman could not see the older man smile. He had her where he wanted. Now he could start playing with her. Murmuring softly, Edward spread Rachel's pussy open, his fingertips pressing firmly against her sex. He took his time studying her folds as he might have done with any other client, his fingers lingering perhaps a little too long. "Nothing unusual here. It's all nice pink and pretty," Edward sounded oddly pleased. "Now breath slow and try to relax," he beckoned her, pressing his lubed fingers between her folds, circling her entrance ever so gently. "Let's see," Pushing his index finger into her pussy, he began to feel her out, poking and probing Rachel to see if she could make her react. "Feels all normal," Edward slipped another finger into Rachel, his free hand finding his way on her thigh. "Hush now girl. Relax," he commanded her, his voice suddenly stern. "You feel awfully tense." Turning his hand, Edward kept probing her insides. "Does this hurt?" he asked the young woman even as he slowly and meticulously fingerfucked her. Turning his hand, he moved to rub his fingers against her G-spot, acting as if there was nothing unusual with what he was doing. "Or this?" To make matters worse for Rachel, Edward brushed his thumb against her clit. She might have been able to dismiss his touch as an accident if not for him touching her clit again and again. "I can't feel anything unusual," he mused, slowly grinding his fingertips against the sensitive spot within her pussy. ​

 

[reverie.]

​   rachel manning. ᴇ ɪ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ꜰ ɪ ɴ ᴅ  ᴀ  ᴡ ᴀ ʏ  ᴏ ʀ  ɪ  ᴡ ɪ ʟ ʟ  ᴍ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ  ᴏ ɴ ᴇ .   receptionist    //    27    //    pt's client   She swallowed hard. "Sexually active?" she said back to him as if she hadn't quite heard him right. But really, she just needed some extra time to think. Rachel knew very well the last time she'd had sex. Consensual sex, at least. "Uhm. . . About two months ago?" she answered eventually. She didn't sound too convincing, but then again, she might be wrong. If she was raped last weekend, it was barely over a week ago. "But I—" She grimaced a little, her eyes still locked on the ceiling above. "I'm not really sure. I mean, I could have had sex last Saturday, but I don't remember." She barely remembered anything from that party. Not that it was shocking considering she must have blacked out at some point. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember how she got into that bed. But she must have spent some time in it. . . The only question was, what had she done while she was in it? Had someone fucked her? Had someone put something into her? Fucked her with a pointy object or something that was too big for her? The pain she felt, it had to come from something. It had to be real. Hopefully, Edward could tell her why she was experiencing them, and what to do to stop it. Him complimenting her pussy didn't exactly make her more comfortable in her seat. In fact, it made her all the more anxious. Was he supposed to make such a comment? Perhaps she was just overthinking again. He probably didn't mean anything by it, just stating his professional observation. Rachel took a deep breath, following his instructions. "I'm actually—" Her breath hitched when his finger entered her. "Very. . . relaxed," she lied. Her voice was barely a whisper at this point. She knew he had to examine her insides too, but she was not prepared to feel his finger stretch her. Nor was she prepared for the way he moved his finger, exploring every inch he could reach. She tried her best not to react, but she couldn't help but wriggle her hips ever so slightly. But she wasn't sure if she did it to avoid his finger or to guide it. Then his hand found her thigh and she instantly made an attempt to pull her legs together, only to be reminded that they were strapped. She took a deep breath, trying to force herself to relax. It was fucking impossible. With his hand on her bare thigh and his finger probing her inner walls, her body was on high alert. But she wasn't about to let him see that, so she muttered another lie, "I'm not tense." But she was, indeed, awfully tense. When he asked her if it hurt, she inhaled sharply. "No," she said, trying to sound convincing, despite her core clenching. It wasn't exactly a lie—it didn't hurt. It was just extremely uncomfortable, but not in a painful way, more. . . humiliating. She tried to convince herself that he was only doing his job. That he was trying to figure out what was wrong. But when his finger pressed against her G-spot, she was starting to think he wasn't. And when she felt something brush against her clit, she knew it wasn't all in her head. He was not supposed to touch that. And yet Rachel didn't dare comment on it. Instead, she let out a muffled whimper as she gently tugged against her restraints, trying not to make him notice. There had to be a way to escape them without asking him to untie them. She held back another moan, clenching her jaw as she tried to ignore the sensation that erupted in her core. Fuck, that felt good. He was rubbing her clit gently, pretending he wasn't. In fact, he was pretending he wasn't doing anything wrong. As if this wasn't highly unprofessional. But it was. She just didn't want to say it out loud. Instead, she tried to focus on her breathing, ignoring his touch. Rachel even closed her eyes for a few seconds as she forced her body not to react to his touch—to the arousal. "Are you sure?" she found herself asking, her voice already shaky. "Then what's causing the cramps?" Despite wanting to get the hell out of there, she still hadn't gotten the answers she'd come there for. But if he didn't stop rubbing her clit soon, she'd start grinding against his hand and Rachel didn't want to do that. Muffling her whimpers was embarrassing enough. ​

 

[Koura]

​   edward meyers. ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴀ ʀ ᴇ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ᴅ ᴏ ,  ɴ ᴏ ᴛ  ᴡ ʜ ᴀ ᴛ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ  ꜱ ᴀ ʏ  ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ' ʟ ʟ  ᴅ ᴏ .   gynecologist    //    43    //    pt's brother   "Yes. When did you last fuck? So that you actually remember it," Edward asked, sighing. He well knew he was being unprofessional. Then again, the young woman seemed to have problems understanding what he wanted to know. He couldn't help but wonder who she had let into her bed. She felt rather reserved. Judging by what Rachel was telling him, she didn't appear to be in any kind of actual relationship. "Someone might have raped you, yes," the handsome doctor did not bother mincing words. He knew she knew. "You should have gone to the police," he murmured, frustration creeping into his voice. "It's unfortunately a bit late now. But I'll try to see if I can put your mind at ease. At least regarding your pains, Edward cleared his throat. "Sometimes we ache for no good reason. Bodies are weird like that." He could tell she was lying, her body tense around his fingers. "Then try to relax some more, Miss Manning," Edward murmured, pressing his fingertips against Rachel's G-spot as if to make a point, massaging it firmly. He could feel her reacting to his touch, figuring that the poor girl didn't understand what her body craved. Or perhaps she understood. Perhaps she was merely in denial or ashamed to admit what she so obviously needed. "Just lean back and breathe, Rachel," he commanded the young woman, the forceful doctor now slowly finger-fucking her pussy as she sat on his chair. Rachel was hardly the first patient he had decided to play with, years of experience allowing the debauched old man to figure out the worst possible ways to touch her. "No no. Stay still," Edward grunted when Rachel tried to close her legs. "If you keep moving, this will hurt more than it needs to," he beckoned her, his voice rough and assertive. He made sure she knew he was in charge even if she was the paying customer. "Just spread your legs wide open. You can do that for me, can't you?" Edward had no qualms about hurting Rachel if she tried to fight him, his fingers pressing into her thigh. "You are only making this harder for yourself." He could not help but smile as Rachel inhaled deeply. Her pain made him hard, the front of his pants visibly bulging. It was perhaps for the best that Rachel could not see anything with Edward hidden behind the gown she wore. He didn't quite know why he so loved to hurt some of his patients. Yet there was no other experience quite as intoxicating as seeing someone squirm in his hands. Edward had discovered this quite early on. He still remembered fondly how he had tied Bethany to a tree when they had been nine or ten. How oddly good it had felt to have her at his mercy. He could still remember how she had writhed when he had tickled her sides. "I am not sure what's causing it, but I am sure I can figure it out. Just let me feel around a little," he replied, pressing his thumb against Rachel's clit as he kept slowly stroking her G-spot, kneading her insides in hopes of forcing a reaction from her. Seeing that Rachel hadn't protested, he saw no reason to stop what he was doing. For reasons that he didn't quite understand, he just could not leave her be. "Stay still now," Edward grunted softly as he kept fingering Rachel, his thumb brushing rhythmically against her clit. "You feel awfully tense Rachel," he murmured even as he masturbated her, the old doctor sounding rather smug. "I think we should do something about that, don't you think?" Figuring that she wouldn't want to answer, he focused his attention on her clit, pressing his thumb firmly against the shaft that covered her tender nub. "Help you relax a little." "This doesn't feel bad, does it?" Edward asked even if he could feel her body react to his touch. He was curious to see if he could make Rachel moan or gasp despite her best attempts to remain quiet. She was stoic, he had to admit. "There's no need to be ashamed, " he reassured the young woman even as he kept toying with her. Despite all her best wishes, he was not going to stop. Not when he finally had his hands on her. ​