Chapter Nine

MY GYNAECOLOGIST I

ANNIE

I sat at reception, waiting for my name to be called. It was already 3:30, and I was the only one left in the dim waiting room. The woman who went in before me had long since left, but instead of ushering me in next, the receptionist simply told me to wait.

It wasn't until nearly 4:50 PM that I was finally brought back to an examination room. The nurse instructed me to strip down completely, wrap myself in a thin paper gown, and lay on the examination table. Before leaving the room, she raised my legs high into the cold metal stirrups and locked my ankles tightly into place, leaving me entirely exposed to the drafty, sterile room.

I was having some lower abdominal pain, but if I was being honest, I also wanted to make sure everything was okay down there. I’d never been satisfied by my sexual partners. It wasn't like I had a huge list. Just two, but the sex was always painfully underwhelming. I broke things off with my ex because of it, and my current boyfriend wasn't doing any better.

I was starting to wonder if a hidden infection was blocking me from feeling actual pleasure. Because there was no way I was just... frigid. Never mind.

The door clicked open, and Dr. Ben stepped inside, flicking through his clipboard. "Evening, Miss City."

I offered a nervous smile, my hands clutching the thin paper gown over my stomach. "Good evening, Dr. Ben."

"Oh, wow," he paused, looking up with a charming, analytical smile. "I didn't know you knew my name. But I'm very sure you're not one of my regulars. You're definitely new here."

I let out a soft, awkward laugh, nodding. "Yes, I am. My friend recommended you so highly, so... here I am."

"Well, I'm glad she sent you to me," Dr. Ben said smoothly, setting his heavy clipboard down on the stainless steel counter with a sharp *clack*.

He pulled a pair of tight, white nitrile gloves out of the wall dispenser, the latex snapping loudly against his wrists. He wheeled a low swivel stool directly between my wide-spread legs, his dark eyes casually scanning my paper-covered lap, my locked ankles, and my exposed, trembling thighs.

"So, lower abdominal pain and an inability to achieve climax with your partners," he summarized, pulling a cold silver speculum from the sterilizer tray. "Let's do a routine speculum inspection first to check your cervix, and then we'll conduct a hands-on pelvic mapping to see why your nerve endings aren't responding."

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. "O-Okay... is it going to hurt, Doctor?"

"Only if you tense up and fight me," he replied, his voice dropping into a low, terrifyingly calm register. "Slide your hips all the way to the edge of the table, Annie."

I hesitated, but with my feet locked high in the metal stirrups, I had zero leverage. I shuffled my rear forward until my bare cheeks were resting on the cold vinyl edge, completely spread, exposed, and vulnerable to his gaze.

Dr. Ben applied a heavy dollop of clear, cold lubricating jelly directly to his gloved fingers. Without warning, he pressed his thick thumb flat against my sensitive clitoris while driving two heavy fingers deep inside my tight entrance.

"A-Ah!" I gasped, my back arching off the paper lining as a sudden, shocking surge of heat shot straight through my lower belly.

"Hmm," he murmured, completely ignoring my breathless gasp. He began to work his gloved hand with agonizing slowness, thrusting his thick fingers in and out, dragging his broad knuckles against my tight walls until the wet friction echoed in the quiet room. "You're exceptionally tight, Miss City. Your pelvic floor muscles are locked in a constant state of hyper-tone. That's why your boyfriends can't satisfy you. Your body is rejecting shallow, gentle stimulation."

"I... I am?" I panted, my inner walls clenching uncontrollably around his invading length.

Instead of pulling out, Dr. Ben added a third thick finger, ruthlessly spreading my delicate opening wider. He hooked his fingers upward, curling them inside me to press hard against my most sensitive spot, while his heavy thumb ground relentless circles over my throbbing clitoris. He pumped his hand faster, sliding deep until his palm slammed hard against my bare pubic bone, forcing my hips to twitch helplessly against the table.

"Look how quickly you're soaking my glove, Annie," Dr. Ben rasped, teasing me with long, shallow thrusts that barely left my opening before shoving all three fingers back in to the knuckle. "You've been starving for real pressure. Your body doesn't want gentle handling... it wants to be stretched, opened, and dominated."

"Ah! God—Dr. Ben... please!" I sobbed, my thighs trembling violently in the stirrups as a wave of filthy, unwanted pleasure built up in my gut. Every time I tried to pull back, his heavy grip held me pinned, his thick fingers working me ruthlessly until I was weeping and squirming, completely at the mercy of his hand.

"Not yet," he growled softly. With one final, deep twist of his wrist that made me cry out, he pulled his dripping fingers free with a loud, wet slide, leaving my core gaping, aching, and desperately empty on the cold table.

He picked up the heavy, silver metal speculum. "And standard touch won't fix a blockage this deep. We need to reset your neural pathways right now."

Before I could ask what he meant, he aligned the cold steel blades against my wet entrance and shoved the wide instrument deep inside me with one firm, unyielding push.

"Ooh! Dr. Ben!" I screamed, tears pricking my eyes as the cold metal forced my internal walls open to their absolute limit.

He didn't stop. He turned the metal thumb-screw with a sharp, ratcheting click-click-click, locking the speculum wide open inside my core. I was completely immobilized, my legs trapped high in steel stirrups, my internal walls cranked open by cold stainless steel, totally exposed to whatever he decided to do next.

"Now for the real treatment, Annie," Dr. Ben purred, reaching down to grab the metal handle of the locked instrument.

He didn't just leave it there. He began turning and tilting the wide, rigid steel inside me, leveraging the locked blades against my hyper-sensitive internal walls. He pushed the cold metal upwards, grinding it hard against my internal sweet spot while his gloved thumb clamped down on my exposed, throbbing clitoris once again.

"Ah! God!! Damnit... it's too much!" I shrieked, my hips frantically twisting against the table. The contrast of the freezing, unyielding steel forcibly opening me while he brutally rubbed my most sensitive nerve ending sent blinding, electric shocks straight through my lower abdomen.

"Look at you," Dr. Ben growled softly, cranking the screw one notch wider, stretching me to an agonizing, beautiful absolute limit. He pumped the metal handle in subtle, agonizing thrusts, using the speculum itself to stretch and torment my raw core until wet, filthy arousal pooled out around the steel. "Your boyfriends could never make you weep like this, could they? You don't need a gentle touch, little girl. You need to be broken open."

"Please..." I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks as my traitorous body hit a peak of frantic, overwhelming sensation. "Oh please, I don't think... oh God, I want to cum..."

"Your friend didn't recommend me for my medical degree," Dr. Ben rasped, standing up from his stool and unbuckling his heavy leather belt with a sharp metallic clatter. "She recommended me because she needed a real man to take complete control."

My eyes went wide with pure shock as he unzipped his trousers, freeing a massive, thick shaft that was flushed dark red and throbbing with full arousal. It was absurdly thick—far larger than anything I had ever faced.

He reached down, loosened the thumb-screw, and dragged the cold speculum out of me with a slow, agonizing, wet slide. My stretched, raw walls shuddered open, completely gaping and unable to snap shut after being held wide for so long.

"Now take the real prescription," Dr. Ben growled, stepping into the V of my bound legs.

Before my stretched muscles could recover, he aligned his broad head directly over my dripping, exposed entrance and slammed his hips forward, replacing the cold steel with the brutal, scorching length of his cock in one relentless, unyielding push.