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Saturday Examination (Sarieta & pnw2013)

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At fifteen years old, Cara was often left to her own devices over the weekends while her parents both worked. Most times she would spend her day at home alone watching shows she liked, doing her homework and reading books she liked. At heart she was a bit of a romantic and loved reading romance novels, imagining herself like the heroine's in her books. She dreamed of the day when someone would sweep her off her feet and teach her about love. Of course when she got to the lovemaking scenes she would blush and found herself curious though she had never experienced anything.

However, today was Saturday and she had agreed to meet with her gynecologist today for a less invasive examination that he said he was working on for her. Since she had been seeing him for the last two years she didn't think anything of it, she didn't have reason to believe it was wrong. So, this morning she had gotten up around eight and made her breakfast. Afterward she showered and dressed in one of her knee length black cotton skirts and a corset style top that was a dark maroon color.

She didn't wear makeup, her parents were sticklers about that and she had been told that when she was sixteen they would allow her to begin. Her vibrant flaming red hair was still damp when she made her way into the clinic just before ten when she had agreed to meet the doctor. She'd left it down, most often letting it be free of any bonds but more so this time because she didn't want it knotting up while wet.

She glanced around, the office was empty which she found a little strange and she wondered if maybe something had changed as she called out, "Doctor? Is anyone here?" The blinds on the windows and doors were closed, that was another odd thing. She had walked over here as she often did during her appointments but this was the first time she had seen things so empty.

Her stomach suddenly filled with nerves as she bit her lip lightly and felt her hands shake. Something was wrong, maybe she should leave. Then she heard footsteps, "Doctor?" She asked again as she called out, still debating. Where was the nurse, shouldn't there be a nurse there?
 
ak0.pinimg.com/736x/9e/13/9b/9e139beb77c71feeb8735bee155b4b76.jpg]Andrew had expected a much different outcome when he became a gynecologist. In school, he always thought he would be able to look at cute girls' nether regions, and have a justified reason. But, now that he was an actual licensed professional, he didn't care much for his clientele. He mainly got old women, patients with infections, or the more...masculine females. He was repulsed by his patiens, all except for Cara.

He had started treating Cara when she was 13 years old. Her parents wanted her to be on birth control as soon as possible, in case she decided to become sexually active. Although her parents were quite conservative, you can't tell with teenagers. He was lucky enough to be charged with her after an extensive background check from his emuer. She was the pinnacle of young beauty. She was pristine, innocent, and pure. All these qualities slowly drove Andrew to obsession. He found solace in the one patient he wasn't repulsed by, and in time grew to look forward to her visits. He would prolong his appointments any way he could, just so he could see and keep an image of her in his mind.

His thoughts became clouded with her. He not only wanted her in his office instead of his patients, he wanted her around every moment. He craved her innocence, patiently waiting for the day she came of age. But that day was too far gone for him, her needed to satisfy his urge now. He had to find some way of making her his own. But how? One night, an awfully genius idea awoke him. He would fabricate an alibi about a new, less invasive procedure. That way, she would be eager to join him. And he could have it on a Saturday, when all of his nurses are home. That relieved him of the issues of willingness, and the problem with witnesses. He called her and scheduled her for 10:00, Saturday morning.

As he sat in his office, he heard Cara call him. He walked calmly to the counter, and assured her, "Cara! It's so nice to see you early. I apologize for the darkness, normally the cleaning crew keeps the lights off to save electricity. Please, follow me back here, and we'll start with the procedure." He led her to a room far in the back, almost secluded. He attempted to dissuade any worry, "It's perfectly ok of you're a bit scared. I don't even like being in here in the dark, most days. But, the agency who suggested this procedure to me asked that I do it as discreetly as possible. They wanted a double-blind test, and they wanted all variables out of the picture." He sat in a swivel chair, and gestured for her to lay down on the examining chair.
 
"I'm always early," Cara was still feeling quite nervous but as she saw the doctor she gave him her usual smile of greeting and followed him back toward a room she had never been to. Most of the time she was placed in one of the first four rooms. She supposed she understood the lights being off to save money. She looked at the exam chair and thought how odd it looked, the other rooms always had tables. Though she had to admit the chair looked more comfortable.

The flipping of her stomach seemed to increase as she lay herself down in the chair, her arms on the hand rests and her legs hanging off. She supposed the chair would have stirrups in some location that she hadn't had time to see that the doctor would draw out if they were needed. "I didn't ask, but what is going to be done Doctor?" She asked, a light blush staining her cheeks as she realized that she should have asked this much sooner.

Each breath she took caused the swell of her breasts to be gathered above the corset fabric. Her parents didn't know about this top or they would completely flip out on her for wearing something that they viewed as too revealing. She liked it because it made her feel like she was in another time period. If she could have, she would have worn the dresses that had corset tops to them but it was difficult to find those for the amount she could pay from her allowance.

She fiddled with the arm rests nervously and nibbled at her bottom lip, a habit she had every time she was in any type of doctors appointment. She always worried that a doctor would find something wrong with her that would be bad. She hoped whatever this was going to involve would be without having to use that metal thing again, she always hated that thing being put inside her, it hurt. She didn't like pain.
 
He fiddled with his examination instruments, attentively listening to her talk he laughed, and quickly lied, "It's actually really simple. For now, it involves taking a shot. I know I forgot to warn you before, but I was afraid you would skip because of it." He held the syringe for her to see. "The shot will be filled with a radioactive tracer that will travel throughout your blood." He placed a hand in her shoulder, smiling, "Don't worry, it won't make you the Hulk. But, it will allow me to use a device they are sending later to analyze the tracer once it's made its way through your blood stream." He started filling up the syringe.

Little did she know that he was actually filling it up with a saline solution that contained grounded-up muscle relaxers. He wanted her absolute complacency in the next few hours, but he also wanted er to feel every sensation coming her way. He grabbed the bottle of his nefarious conception and stabbed the syringe needle inside. He drew out the mixture into the syringe as he continued, "You see, the tracer's half-life lasts for quite a while, so you won't have to take another shot for almost thirty years. And once you take this shot, I can examine you without even taking your clothes off. Is this something you would want?" He asked her, hoping for an affirmative answer.

He looked upon her, he always loved the way she dressed. She was always much more mature for her age than other girls he met. She was beyond her years, in his mind. He discreetly ogled her corset top, and how it fleshed out her newly grown breasts. She had bee-stings during their first encounter, but she has filled out quite well over the years. His erection was well hidden behind his doctor's apron. He stood up and turned on a light. He told her, "I'll go ahead and leave this one light on so I don't accidentally stab you somewhere I'm not supposed to." He joked. It was actually so he could look upon her beauty in full light. He tortured himself with the thought of finally going under her skirt and making her feel how much he listed after her. He kept himself from staring for too log, not wanti to be suspicious. He stood by her on the table, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you ready?" He asked. He smiled at the irony, he was ready for this day for quite some time.
 
Cara felt herself tense and knew her face paled when he mentioned a shot, while she wouldn't fuss about having them, she hated needles. He was right, she would have balked and changed her mind if he had mentioned that first thing. She felt her stomach tumble even more as she swallowed the lump of panic in her throat. Watching him with the needle, she drew in deep slow breaths trying not to have a full fledged panic attack. Her hands gripped the arm rest as she made herself look away from the needle.

Doctor Andrew had always been nice to her, treated her as though she were more grown up than she was. He had never spoken down to her the way other adults did, she liked that he was frank about things he was doing.

She nodded with a blush when he asked if it was something she would want. The idea of being able to be examined without having to remove any clothing was definitely something that gave her comfort. She always felt vulnerable when she had to take off her clothing, moreso when he had to examine her between her legs. When she had first come in, she hadn't begun shaving down there but after a few appointments she had because she heard some girls at school talking about it. Then she read some romance novels that mentioned it too.

"That sounds amazing," she answered as she steeled herself for the needle, "Umm... go ahead with the injection... I can't watch." She knew what happened when she watched needles go through her skin, it was bad enough for her to feel it but if she watched she would feel extremely ill. Her gaze was on the opposite side from where the Doctor stood ready to put the needle in.
 
He laughed, "I thought you'd enjoy not needing to remove your clothes." He assuaged her. He had noticed she started shaving herself. He never mentioned it to her personally, but he had really enjoyed when she did. At her age, it started growing very in attractively. But since she stared shaving, she looks a lot cleaner and much more attractive.

He peeled up her sleeve and washed the area of injection with an alcohol swab. He stuck her with the needle and quickly emptied the contents into her bloodstream. He retracted the needle and cleaned the area once again, with a clean swab. He rolled her sleeve back down and let her relax. "It's over," he calmed her. He started, "If I were you, however, I wouldn't get up so soon. You might still feel a bit woozy." He wanted her to stay, just to make sure the muscle relaxers worked. He didn't want her running off too soon.

He walked over to the sink and started washing his hands. His heart raced, the time was almost here! He was so close to finally having her all to himself. No parents to avoid, no nurses to send off, just the two of them alone in his office. He faced away from her while washing his hands, licking his lips in anticipation. He could feel the adrenaline in his blood, and already had a vision of her young and plump womanhood racing through his thoughts. He was especially fond of redheads.

He turned back to her, drying his hands in his apron. He asked her calmly, "So how do you feel?" He wondered how quickly the muscle relaxers were working. He had used several different brands, and he hoped she didn't fall into an arrhythmia. He double-checked the dosage, however, so has was fairly confident she would fall into a temporary paralysis, at worst. He asked again, "Are you feeling different at all."
 
Cara felt the needle plunge through her soft skin and into her vein and winced, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she forced herself to breathe. At first the liquid moving into her blood stream felt extremely hot, like it was boiling but as it spread she noticed that feeling ease. The ache in her left shoulder that had bothered her for a couple days started to lessen and finally fade which she found extremely odd. Her vision seemed to blur for a few moments and she lifted a hand to her head.

Several minutes passed and she felt herself panic when her hand started feeling too heavy and she was forced to let it drop. What was wrong? "I think... I think something's wrong doctor." She started, trying to sit forward but finding that she couldn't make her body move it felt too heavy trying to do more than shift slightly. Even lifting her head ended up being a chore. She whimpered as fear shot through her, "I... I can't move... my body feels so heavy doctor. What's going on? Is this a known side effect?"

Her eyes watered as frustration and fear built, her chest feeling heavy. Was she... was she having a panic attack. Suddenly she couldn't breath, her chest felt too tight and she was certain she was hyperventilating. "Doctor..." She breathed out, her eyes wide as she looked at him obviously terrified. "Help... I... I can't breathe... I think.. I think I'm having a panic attack or something..."

She licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to calm her breathing, her corset top felt way too tight now.
 
He bit his lip. Yes, he thought, the drugs are already working. He undid the straps attaching his apron, and let it drop to the floor. He turned to her, dark intent in his eyes, and said, "Good. It's working." He slowly walked over to her, his fingers tracing along her body. He lifted her arm, and watched it drop to the chair. It was almost like she was a corpse. Immobile, completely complain, totally submissive. He stood behind her as she laid still, and brushed her hair behind the headrest.

He then traced the outline of her face with his finger, letting it linger on her lips. He dropped his finger to her skirt, and gently tugged at the bottom. Noticing her lack of a reaction, he undid the button, and started sliding down her skirt. He let it fall to the floor, leaving her long, silken legs bare for him. She was wearing quite the cute little panties, and he felt his erection scrape against the outline of his zipper. He ran a hand under her corset, it was an incredibly tight fit. He slowly undid the laces one by one. He tuned out her pleas and screams, and simply focused on the sound of the laces looping through the holes in her blouse. He completely undid her top, and peeled it off of her. It revealed her matching bra, to which he stepped back and admired her physique.

He ride to slow down his breathing. There she was, the envy and lust of his life, before him. She was his in every way, there was no way she could resist him now. He leaned over her, his face barely inches away from hers. He looked at her lips, and bit his. He finally leaned in for a kiss. She tasted sweeter than he had imagined. He stood himself back up, and removed his short. He sensually informed her, "I have been dreaming for this moment for years. You have engulfed my every thought and fantasy." He slid his trousers down, and revealed his intense desire for her. He kissed her once again as he felt her firm breast. He slid a hand down her panties, and felt how smooth she was more him. He started rubbing a finger over her, attentively searching for her button.
 
Cara whimpered when she saw the unfamiliar look on the doctors face and heard his words. No, it couldn't be. She had to be imagining things. But then his fingers traced along her immobile body and gooseflesh lifted on her skin she felt shivers run down her spine as fear shot through her for a different reason. When he lifted her arm she attempted to hold it up but there was no strength in her muscle and she winced as it hit the arm rest. "Don't do this, please!" If she could have she would have bit at the finger over her lips but she couldn't do much of anything.

Even talking was growing difficult because the muscles in her face didn't want to comply so much. "No! Stop!" How could she have been so stupid? Tears slid down her cheeks, blurring her sight as she sobbed, trying to make her body respond to the message to fight, to run. She hated it, she had no way to stop him as he removed first her skirt and then her corset leaving her in her white cotton panties because she didn't have to wear a bra with the corset since it had built in support for her breasts.

The only good thing that came from the corset being removed was that she could breathe a little better, she wasn't as constricted. It didn't stop her from sobbing, whimpering as trying to form pleading words was becoming less and less possible. There was no response from her when he kissed her, she wanted to bite his lips or tongue but didn't dare since she was at his mercy. Now she understood the reason he had chosen the chair rather than a room with a regular table. The chair could be shifted once her legs were in the stirrups so that she could be positioned differently for whatever he might want to do to her. She remembered reading somewhere that the chairs were used in several different types of doctors offices.

Cara blinked her eyes several times and gasped when she noted the doctor had removed his shorts and she saw the size of his erection. She whimpered when his hand slid into her panties and she felt his touch on her clit which sent a shock through her body. It wasn't the first time she had been touched there, it was just the first time it was on purpose. During past exams he'd brushed it and she'd felt a similar reaction. "Stop," her plea was a whimpered whisper.

Cara was going to become a statistic, she realized and felt extremely ill. She was going to be raped and she could do nothing to stop it, nothing to even try. A sob escaped and she began wishing she had told her parents she loved them more because there was every chance she might never see them again. After all, if the doctor was going to rape her, he wouldn't want her to be able to tell what he had done.

The more he rubbed over her clit, along her pussy she found herself having to force back other sounds. Her body was betraying her but since she couldn't move she refused to give him any satisfaction of hearing the sounds that threatened. Her cheeks flamed when she felt her pussy grow slightly damp from the attentions. She felt nothing but shame and hatred. She wished she could move at least her head so she didn't have to look at him.
 
He knelt down on his knees, gently stroking himself as he made her grow more and more wet for his touch. She loved it, he thought to himself. She's been hiding her urges, he justified. He rubbed her clit and crawled his tongue up her body, savoring the taste of every inch. He finally penetrated her, enthralled in the tight folds his finger found. He removed it only to slide her juices between their lips. He brushed along hers first, growing more excited upon seeing the sticky tendrils protrude. He once more penetrated her, and searched for her inner hole. As he did, he swirled her sticky fluid between their lips. He loved how sweet she was.

His other hand reached up for her young, perky breast. Her nipple was hard from the temperature, he had purposefully set it to be slightly chilly, but not too cold that his size would suffer from it. He swirled her in his hand, it was pleasantly firm. He lowered and started kissing her breast, paying special attention to her small appendage. He placed it between his teeth with his tongue, and gently nibbled on it. He enjoyed hearing her muffled squeals as he had his way with her.

He looked up to her in ecstasy, expecting her to be moaning and grinning from pleasure. He raised an eyebrow as he saw tears drip down her face. He gave an evil grin, stood up, and walked to the panel that raised and lowered the table. He lowered her face to the area of his crotch, and grabbed the base of his cock with his index finger and thumb. As he spoke to her, he gently smacked her cheek with his member, "Hush. Don't cry, my sweet, little thing. I put you under so you can simply lay back and enjoy it. Now stay quiet, and enjoy what I'm about to do."

He lowered back to her wet area, and looked hungrily at it. He reached a hand around her leg, and guided his face closer and closer to her clit. He looked up at her one last time, and started tracing his tongue around her. He closed his eyes, and basked in her sweet texture and aroma.
 
Cara glared at the doctor as best as she could despite the fact that her face didn't seem to want to hold an expression, she whimpered, gasping as he slid his fingers around her pussy which grew wet. Most of the sounds she made came out now as more light grunts than anything because whatever he had given her made her mouth pretty much remain immobile, she was barely breathing through it now. The problem with muscle relaxers in high quantity especially in someone her age was that the body hasn't built any form of immunity so the effect was basically paralyzing. The only difference was, she could feel, see and hear what he was saying.

When he smacked her with his erection she would have flinched but couldn't. All she could do was make a small squeaking sound, the smaller version of what would have been a scream had she been able to open her mouth more and not been so weakened. She had no choice but to watch him, fear eating at her chest causing a weight to remain heavy there.

When the doctor's faced moved closer to her pussy she inwardly screamed, but then she felt his tongue swirling over it and the whimper that sounded involuntarily was one of pleasure. No, she couldn't enjoy anything he was doing to her. She wouldn't. This was rape, pure and simple. He was taking something she didn't want to give, he wasn't giving her a choice.
 
His eyes closed, he basked in the sound of her whimpers. He could tell deep down that she was enjoying this, whether she knew it or not. His tongue swirled around her folds, lapping at them lightly and nibbling. She tasted so sweet, he thought. He was overjoyed that another man had not spoiled her for him. He drew back and peeled apart her exterior to an unexpected surprise. He had not seen this before, but knew what it was: a microperforated hymen. A clear sign of her virginity, but it was just thin enough for him to force his way through. He smiled evilly, a new surge of lust flowing through him.

He stood up, massaging his member to retain his hardness. He leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear, "Today is the day...you become a woman." He grabbed her face by her cheeks and kissed her violently. He forcefully squeezed her breast, and rubbed the tip of his cock along her outer folds. He sighed heavily, it was almost too much to handle. He had fantasized about having her, and here he was, at the brink of taking her virginity, and finally fulfilling his passion. He sprawled across her body, nuzzled her neck, and with one strong thrust, penetrated her and broke her hymen.

He could feel the blood trickle down. He had broken her seal, and she was his. He nuzzled slightly harder as he pushed himself inside slowly, but deeply. He moaned loudly into her neck. She was tighter than any woman he had previously had sex with, and he loved it. He rolled his hips gently into her, wantin her to feel every motion he made.
 
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