The Bayer Institude (UK_guy_RP & Candy_Demon21)

[UK_GUY_RP]

The Bayer Institute was a large building set outside of the city in deep virgin woodland, owned and run privately by a Corporation who masked their true name by a series of mirrors and smokescreens. The facilities were first class and discretion was absolute, the walk to the office had been totally without contact from the car pulling up at the smoked glass door until the office door was opened by Doctor Stephen J. Holden himself.

He was an attractive man of indeterminable age but certainly older than 35, his short cut brown hair held the aspect of grey but not to break the well groomed and cared for style. He stood there in his white coat, a patterned tie underneath and his crisp neatly ironed suit trousers, a dark blue with thin herring bone material. His height of already 6 foot 4 inches was increased by the expensive leather shoes that held a high shine and implied that he never walked a street in his life.

He spoke softly and clearly as he greeted her with some warmth, as if she was an old acquaintance despite their meeting only twice before. The English accent was crisp and the vowels sounded perfectly as he began to speak “Please come in and take a seat, I trust your ride up to the Institute was comfortable? I can request some refreshments if you wish, I can offer tea, coffee, juices or mineral water.”

He proceeded to seat himself behind the desk and set aside his thin wire frame glasses on the deep dark oaken surface besides him. His grey eyes were softened by the removal and the corners crinkled slightly as he smiled to reassure the young lady before him. He sat there in his office, the carpet deep and the walls a soft green, all to give an air of tranquillity and serenity to the subjects that he often had to discuss within these four walls. The door to the examining room was closed and the inside of the room screened from view, it was always closed for the initial part of a consultation, the medical equipment and the examination table with the rests, often made people uneasy and he would see the slight nervous glances to the chair as they talked.

 

[Candy_demon21]

"Why am I here?" A petite, young woman with bone straight brunette hair and warm honey eyes asked from the back of the four-door townhouse car. The driver, a slender man with sunken cheek bones and a permanent scowl painted across his features, snorted and shook his head. "All of this will be discussed with you with the good Doctor." The man the entirety of the car ride had said 'the good Doctor', as if the man himself needed to be convinced that the the doctor was a kind individual.

With a defeated huff, Annette slowly eased herself back against the cool, plush interior.

It hadn't been a long ride thankfully, the frustration the young woman had bubbling up had been enough to last her a life time, if it had been a longer ride, she may have already strangled the poor stranger. It had taken approximately twenty minutes by car ride to reach their destination. She had found it a might bit strange when the tall prestine buildings, that glittered in the late sun, like crystal needles, trying to gain access to heaven, began to morph before her eyes into dense virgin forest.

It was breathtaking. The world was prefect, like those famous woods in children's story books, minus the ominous, impending doom that seemed to linger in the air like a thick plume of smoke. The feelings that crushed her with their heavy weight seemed to grow that much stronger within her gut.

Annette had been summoned by the good Doctor, Doctor Stephen J. Holden, the very man the young woman had gone to two week prior. It had been a simple enough contact that the two of them had agreed to; abort the living thing within her and tell no one in exchange for her willing cooperation when the good Doctor called upon her. Apparently that day had been today.
As the two drew closer, the trees thinned and grew into a paved drive, that stretched out like a long black river towards a looming building. It looked like a hospital, but yet, the way the exterior was laid out, more looked as if it were a government building. Terrible thought flooded young Annette's mind as she thought about how much shit she could be in if the law knew what she had done.

She had already been at least 3 months along before she had gotten the fetus removed from her womb, but she couldn't raise a child, and the father would have demanded that she raise the child. In her perfect world, where nothing ever went astray, a child would have been the kink in that plan.

Slowly the car eased to a steady halt. The driver shifted into park and stepped out from his seat. Walking around the car, he reached out with a gloved hand which pulled the door of the black car slowly open. The warm air kissed her face, but yet she shivered. 'It's just nerves' she told herself, a finality in her mind that implied that any further dark thoughts be left at the door.

The man who greeted her had been the same as he had been two weeks ago. He had that charming look about him that young girl's fantasized about, and the suave English accent to only further that charm. He was dressed per-usual, as far as Annette was concerned, a clean lab coat, starched trousers and shinned shoes that could almost be used as mirrors. He did not speak when she walked up to him, but rather lead her into the ominous building, shutting the heavy oak doors behind with a final click, a sound to her that sounded like the stone doors of her mausoleum shutting for the last time.
The office he head brought her too made her frantic heart beat raise gradually. By the time this was all over, surly her heart would burst. When his voice sounded across from her, she jumped and hurried to the leather seat and sank down slowly. "Yes,"she replied quickly, not taking note of the shaky tone her voice had acquired.

The question of refreshments was merited by a quick shake of her head, the only think that she wanted was to know why he had summoned her here. When the room fell into an uneasy silence, Annette could not hold the question in any longer.

"Why am I here? I-I mean I know WHY I'm here, but what are these terms and conditions of our contract. I-I just-" she fell silent, realizing that the room was getting louder in its silence, her heart pounding in her chest frantically. It was too quiet, too calm. Every human instinct told her to get up and run, but she knew she was being silly, surly the Doctor was a kind mind. Right?

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He looked at her for a period, it was less than a minute but his grey eyes just looked at her and he seemed to be considering something in that silence. The room about him was bereft of any personal items, there were no pictures of family, no trinkets, no touches of individuality on the walls. There was fine art originals that showed some wonderful abstracts forms, interpretation of the contents was always in the mind of the beholder. He had chosen them himself, he enjoyed as people tried to reconcile in their minds what they saw there, he knew what he saw. The open vulva could have been a flower, the red burst of blood could be a sunrise or set and the blue spiral into blackness was him. He looked at the medical file on his desk, this had already been prepared prior to the previous visit and as such was complete already. He flipped the first page, to him that was meaningless the identity of the participant would be redacted soon enough and the subject reduced to a clinical reference number.

“Fine, no refreshments .. “ He smiled at her hoping to calm her. “So we start with a full review of the medical history taken at your first consultation, I am sure it is all correct but I will ask the questions again and confirm the answers I have. I will go through in order and then I will return to any that I wish to clarify and expand upon. May I call you Annette?
He lifts his pen and looks at the notes that the young nurse had taken last time. The nurse had repeatedly apologised and blushed as she asked, seeming ashamed on the patients behalf. They were intrusive and searching at times seeming to move into areas that really seemed to have no bearing on the reason for the appointment.

“we have covered the identify and blood type, and the mundane and so we will go through the later questions. Please ensure you answer fully and truthfully, I have your blood work and other details already access from your other medical records and so I will know if you are not being truthful. This is a serious business and we need to ensure we are fully aware to ensure your safety. “ He glances up and looks again at her assessing her continuously, the smile again at his mouth but the warmth never reaches his eyes.

“Your age and measurements” He listens as her answer and references the details collected. A pen scratches paper as he moves through, it seems the eyes are more focused on her. The questions are asked softly and he awaits for the answer, his eyes on you and his expression neutral, he seems to take no pleasure or interest in how he reacts or the embarrassment might she feels.
Each question asked, the answer awaited;

“When was your last sexual encounter? What protection did you use?”
“Do you participate in oral sex, and when was the last time and with whom?”
“Do you participate in anal sex, and when was the last time and with whom?”
“When did you lose your virginity and what age was the male?”
“What age did you first masturbate, what age did you first orgasm and when did you last masturbate?

 

[Candy_demon21]

Those gray eyes that started back at here seemed cold, unfeeling. Perhaps it as her imagination playing tricks on her? Annette tried to convince herself that she was being foolish, and that the good doctor wanted nothing more than to follow up with her after the 'extraction'. Anxiously, her young woman's eyes darted about the room at the strange art hanging here and there, was that blood that she spied? Surly no! Shaking the thought off, her honey gaze flicked back to him.

The sound of pages turning made Annette jump, why was she so frightened? The smile that he had given her after his statement did little good to calm her, but she did manage to relaxed smile in turn. "I-I understand." The questions that they had asked the first time had been so personal, often making her wonder how exactly there were important to an abortion at all.
"Yes of course Doctor, and please, Annette is just fine." Though first names basis seemed a little out of the question, seeing as he had already seen her intimate parts anyway.

His request to have her answer the next questions to the best of her knowledge made the familiar bubble of fear bloom in her chest again. His first question she can easily answer, "I'm twenty-two and my measurements are forty, twenty-eight, thirty." The good doctor takes these down. He looks back up at her and throws a series of questions at her that instantly make her cheeks color.

"W-well-" she begins, clearly fidgeting in her seat, "My last sexual experience was about the time that I found out that I was pregnant. We-we did not use any form of protection, seeing as I thought he had a condom." The memory haunted her and still made her sick, but she pressed on.
"Yes I do participate in oral sex, the last time was three days ago with my neighbor, Jensen. Um, n-no. I've tried it once but found it too painful, and the last time I did was several years ago, I believe I was about eighteen? Perhaps nineteen, if I recall correctly the boys name was Thomas?" Memories of so far back had begun to grow cloudy in her mind, but she was answering to the best of her knowledge.

"I lost my virginity at sixteen, and the gentleman at the time was twenty, just starting university. And I believe I was sixteen, just had turned in fact. I recall watching a soft-core and remarking on how fun it looked. My first orgasm didn't come until I used my mother's toy, I was sixteen too. And I-um, I masturbated last night, for about two hours, if I remember right."

She prayed that he had asked all of his degrading questions. How they were important to this checkup, she didn't understand. "W-was I not suppose to, seeing as my abortion was several weeks ago. Y-you never gave me any instructions, but did tell me to wait if you needed me. I certainly hope I didn't damage my body. I suppose this checkup isn't going so well." She laughed nervously, trying to convince herself that this was a checkup after all.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He listens and made notes, long notes sometimes glancing up to observer her and other times seemingly forgetting she was even present there. Upon the last answer, he looks up and this time takes an actual interest. Not much of an interest though, his reaction seems calm and detached, his pen still hovering over the notes.

Inside he was amused, what a fool as if the act of self stimulation could do any damage unless she was particularly brutal with herself and he knows from the previous examination that this woman is not like that. She has been raised and had only the most normal of experiences sexually. Perhaps she has had a few ‘shocking’ moments she confesses to friends after too much to drink, perhaps she has read some damn sex book and tried the non-vanilla but the acts she has performed and achieved are nothing.

He has more questions but these are not for the sexual history or the medical notes, these are for his amusement and to allow him to humiliate and worm inside the subjects mind. Everyone feels shame or embarrassment about something and this seems like a good place to start. See how much he can make her squirm, see if she can blush any more or suit there and give him every detail while she tries to remain composed, hell maybe she will even wet the seat. He inwardly smiles, the sport always amuses him - women coming here for help or advice, willing to bare their bodies and souls.

“Two hours- do you have a problem achieving climax? Can you elaborate on the activities and what you used and what occurred? why you think you might have damaged yourself? “

 

[Candy_demon21]

He took down such long notes about her previous habits, what was so note worthy, she began to wonder. Sitting up straighter in the leather chair in an attempt to look at his notes. When she had finished speaking, he paused and those eyes of his, those cold eyes locked with her own orbs.

For a long while he stays quiet, all the while making her heart beat frantically in her chest. Surly he isn't going to tell her that she HAS done some sort of lasting damage. But when he does finally speak, the woman fidgets uncomfortably in her seat at the question. With a shake breath, Annette thinks to herself, what is the best way to answer his question.

"Yes two hours doctor." She murmurs, her eyes having fallen from his gaze and down to her twiddling fingers, an absent motion to keep her embarrassment at bay. "I do not have a problem climax sir." She huffs, the feeling to go no further seems to bubble in her stomach and choke her voice. "I just- I- I like to tease myself. To see how long I can last before I reach climax. I always use two toys." She stops and swallows a hard lump in her throat.

Looking up at him, she blushes, "I use a dildo, quite large in order to hit my g-spot and a vibrator against my clit. It's the only way I know how to climax. Thrusting in and out, it-well- it doesn't work. But...that doesn't mean sex doesn't stimulate me. My boy-"she stops and cringes at the loss of him, his choice. "My ex,"she corrects quickly, "was quite well endowed and he always brought me to climax. His mouth and fingers would push me over in as little as thirty seconds. And when we made love, it wouldn't take more than three minutes, max."

When she finally falls silent, her answers the last question with a shrug, "I-I don't know. How should I know. You gave me no instructions after the operation, and well...it was the only way I knew I could cope without doing something reckless."

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He nod and listens with an expression that could be you describing your domestic routine, he does not even make notes at all, and just looks at you without any movement of eyes or anything. The silence id long after you complete your comment about being reckless and he smiles thinly and turns the pen end over end, taking off the cap and closing t it in the tip, a sharp click in the air.

He thought back to the last time he had met her, she had piqued his interest almost immediately, her body was young, her health excellent, her predicament indicated she would be easily manipulated into agreeing to the conditions stipulated in the contract. During the initial assessment, the blood tests, the scans and swabs had come back with a real potential. Even he who prided himself on rarely being emotional, was excited when he had examined her himself and now the tests for the psychological, she was not one that would be broken easily, she was naïve and foolish but not unintelligent and she had a strength too, something she would need in the procedures and afterwards.

“well aside from the astounding discipline and stamina you have demonstrated ,, I do not believe that you have don’t anything that would damage yourself at all. “Define reckless please, you mean another sexual encounter that brought you here already?”
He stood and walks around the desk and brushing past her as he walked quietly to the door at the side of the room, to the examination room, he opened the door and stood to one side. The walls were hospital colours. So clean and shiny, the lights almost dazzling there and all the equipment new and well maintained. The chair in the centre of the room was soft coated leather it was huge and impressive, the stirrups and arm rests folded neatly away. “I think we should proceed, you may talk while you are undressing.”

 

[Candy_demon21]

The way he simple stared her down was unnerving. She felt as if she had been stripped and put under a microscope for closure analysis, surly the kind doctor was doing no such thing, he was a good man! That 'Good Man' lie she had been telling herself from the moment she had gotten there hadn't been exactly the most comforting lie she had told herself.

The first time they had met she had had the same strange feeling, an uneasiness that seemed to settle within her gut and bloom into a festering feeling of worry and fear. No stranger on earth had been able to have this effect on her, there were secrets behind those limitless eyes of his, secrets he knew how to hide.

His voice had made her gasp, her hand shooting up to pat her chest, in the hopes it would sooth her frantic heart, "That is certainly a relief Doctor." She smiled warmly, the smile never reaching her eyes completely. His next question took her off guard, he was a Doctor, of course he was going to ask what she had meant.
"Yes, exactly. Another sexual encounter. Perhaps I am a glutton, but it is my way of relieving my stress. It isn't the best or safest way I know, seeing as it did cause me to come to you in the first place but-"she fell silent, thinking, "it is the only way I know how to cope."

Watching him stand and pace over towards a single door, she watched him push it open gently. Inside was a sterile, white room with seemingly endless medical tools. They all glimmers on their stainless steel trays covered in the blue absorbent clothes found in hospitals. In the center of the room, the heart of it all, a long bed with stirrups. She would be back in that chair, exposing her sex to the doctor again, just as she had before. His question merited a quick nod of her head.

Collecting herself, she stood and made her way into the exam room, where she quickly walked towards one, if the only, privacy curtains the room contained. Already set out for her was a hospital gone which tied up the back. "What other questions do you have for me Doctor?" Her voice rose from behind the curtain as she shrugged out of her gray pee-coat, folding it nicely and setting it down on the table in front of her, "Surly my past medical records have all the information you would need, right?" Next came the black top she had been sporting, it too was shrugged off and folded neatly. Next, she pulled the button on her jeans, the faded blue denim now loose around her spectacular form. They too were taken off and folded. This was the part she hated most. It was when she had to remove the two articles of clothing she felt safest in. With a reluctant look down at her bra, she reached behind her back and undid the clasps easily. Next came her panties, grabbing a hold of the white waistband, she slowly slide them down her naked legs, gracefully stepping out of them. It didn't take her but a moment to slip into the near backless hospital gown and step out into his view.