Chapter Ten

MY GYNAECOLOGIST II

ANNIE

He stretched my raw, open pussy to its absolute, tearing threshold.

A choked, shattered scream tore from my throat, dying out as a breathless gasp. My fingers clawed wildly at the cold edge of the examination bed, my back arching so hard my spine almost lifted off the table. After the freezing metal speculum, his burning, massive shaft felt suffocatingly broad, a thick, heavy pillar of flesh burying itself deep into my tightest depths.

"Fuck, you're tight," Dr. Ben growled out, his voice dropping an octave as his heavy hands clamped down on my hips, pinning my pelvis flush against his thighs. He didn't pull back. He stayed buried to the hilt, letting his immense girth hold me wide open while my internal walls spasmed violently around him.

"D-Doctor... Ben... ah! God!" I sobbed, tears blurring my vision as my traitorous body tried to accommodate the sheer size of him. "It's... you're too big... oh God..."

"This is exactly what your body was starving for, Annie," he rasped, his broad thumb sweeping over my hip bone, leaving a bruised print on my pale skin. "Your muscle tension isn't a medical defect. You were just waiting for a real man to force your body to submit."

Without another word of warning, he pulled back until just his broad head was hooked inside my wet entrance, then drove back in with a heavy, wet clack of skin against skin.

"Ah! Oh God... yes!" I shrieked, all thoughts of my exes, my boyfriend, and my pride instantly evaporating.

Every single thrust was a deliberate, heavy punishment. He used the leverage of my locked ankles in the stirrups to drive himself deeper with every stroke, hitting my most sensitive internal spots with relentless, precision force. The entire examination table rattled against the linoleum floor, echoing in the quiet, sterile room.

"Look at you," Dr. Ben purred darkly, leaning his heavy chest down over my paper gown, taking my jaw in a firm, bruising grip so I had to look straight into his dark, unblinking eyes. "Locked in my stirrups, taking every inch of your doctor's cock. Tell me, Annie... does this feel like an infection to you?"

"N-No... ah! No, Doctor!" I wept, rolling my hips upward to meet his brutal rhythm of my own accord. I was completely hooked, my body melting around his length, begging for more of the heavy, agonizing stretch. "It feels... so good... please don't stop!"

"I'm not stopping until I reset every nerve in your body," he growled, increasing his speed, hammering into me with savage, methodical power.

" Such a good girl," Dr. Ben growled against my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my neck. His broad hands shifted from my hips to clamp firmly down on my inner thighs, holding me utterly motionless while his lower body delivered a steady, punishing cadence.

The sound of his heavy thighs slamming against the cold table echoed like gunshot cracks in the sterile room. My paper gown was completely shredded beneath me, soaked with sweat and my own helpless wetness. Every time he drove his massive length inside, his thick head hit a deep, sensitive nerve that sent blinding electricity up my spine.

"A-Ah! Dr. Ben... right there! Oh God, right there!" I shrieked, my fingers tightening around the metal frame of the table until my knuckles turned white. My legs were trembling uncontrollably, locked high in the steel stirrups, offering my gaping core up to him without a shred of defense left.

"Look at those useless muscles finally letting go," he rasped, his voice full of dark, dominant satisfaction. He picked up the pace, turning his relentless rhythm into a wild, savage pounding that shook the entire examination bed. "You needed to be stretched. You needed to be forced open until you had no choice but to surrender."

"Yes! Fucking yes, Doctor!" I wept, my head thrashing from side to side on the thin paper pillow.

He pulled out of me with a heavy, wet slide that left me gasping and empty. Reaching up, he unlatched my ankles from the stirrups with two sharp, metallic click. Before I could even gather my senses or drop my knees, Dr. Ben grabbed my waist in a vice-like grip and hauled me off the back of the table.

He flipped me completely over onto my stomach, forcing my chest flat against the sheets while my knees remained planted on the lower edge of the examination bed. He grabbed my hips, yanked my rear high into the air, and forced my lower back into a deep, agonizing arch leaving my wide, dripping pussy completely exposed to him from behind.

"Hands flat on the paper lining, Miss City," Dr. Ben commanded coldly, slapping the flesh of my left thigh "Keep your face down and your ass up."

I whimpered, my cheek pressed against the crinkling paper, my hands gripping the edges of the bed for dear life. I was completely bent over in the most degrading, helpless posture possible in a doctor's office, my face buried while my gaping core was presented right at his waist level.

Instead of plunging back in with his cock, Dr. Ben picked up the heavy, silver metal speculum from the tray behind him. He didn't bother with lubricant this time—my own cream was already coating the entry. Without a word of warning, he lined up the steel blades and shoved the instrument deep inside my raw, sensitive core from behind in one hard, unyielding thrust.

"Nnggh! Doctor!" I choked out, my knuckles turning white as my chest pressed harder into the bed.

Because I was on my knees, the steel went in at a steep, punishing slope. He clicked the ratcheting screw past its usual limit cranking the blades so wide apart that my swollen, over-stimulated walls felt like they were going to tear at the seams.

"Look at how easily you take the steel now," Dr. Ben purred, his voice rich with dark amusement.

He didn't just hold it steady. He gripped the heavy handle and began working the locked speculum in hard, shallow pumps, using the rigid edges to scrape against my sensitive internal ceiling. Every time he pushed the metal handle down, the duckbill blades tilted up, grinding directly against my internal sweet spot from an angle I couldn't escape.

At the same time, his free hand reached around my hip, his thick fingers hooking into my sensitive clitoris, pinching and rolling the swollen bud with relentless, brutal rhythm.

"Ah! Ah! Oh fuck—Dr. Ben!" I shrieked into the paper, my toes curling against the footrests as blinding, white-hot pleasure shot through my lower spine. The cold metal scraped inside me while his fingers punished me on the outside, creating an insane, overwhelming overload. "It's... it's hitting right—ah! Right there!"

"I know where it's hitting, Annie," he growled, leaning his broad chest over my arched back, crushing me under his weight while he pumped the metal handle faster, working me like a helpless piece of equipment. "You're dripping all over my table. Tell me how much you love your doctor's tools."

"I love it! God, please—it's too much! I'm gonna snap!" I wept frantically, my hips involuntarily bucking backward against the steel, trying to force the cold metal deeper into my own aching meat. I was completely out of my mind, totally addicted to the raw, invasive stretch.

"Not on the steel," Dr. Ben commanded darkly into my ear.

He unlatched the thumb-screw with a sharp flick of his wrist and yanked the speculum out in one swift, wet drag. My internal walls shuddered, stretched completely wide, raw, and gaping from the rear angle.

Before my muscles could even attempt to contract, Dr. Ben positioned his massive, dark-flushed head right at my exposed rim and slammed his hips forward—replacing the cold metal with the thick, burning battering ram of his cock in one savage, unyielding drive.

"A-Ahhhh! Fuck!" I screamed into the vinyl as his entire length buried itself straight to his pubic bone, setting off a wild, merciless pounding that rattled the metal frame of the examination table against the floor.

Every savage thrust drove his massive head straight against my deepest nerve. The sound of his thighs slamming against my bare ass echoed like gunshots in the sterile room.

"Who owns this gaping pussy, Annie?" Dr. Ben growled, yanked my hair back until my spine popped.

"You! Ah—God, Dr. Ben... you do!" I wept, bucking my hips backward into his brutal rhythm. "Make me cum... fuck, please!"

"Cum for your doctor," he rasped, hammering into my wet meat with vicious speed.

A violent, shattering orgasm ripped through me. My walls clamped around his thick shaft like a vice, wringing a guttural roar from his chest.

He slammed himself in to the bone, pinning me flat as he flooded my raw depths with thick, burning pulses.

I collapsed onto the vinyl, sobbing in total, ruined bliss as he dragged his heavy cock out, leaving me wide, leaking, and completely broken on his table.