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My Name is Dr. Dark – Chapter 2

Warning - Don't read it if you shouldn't. This is erotic fiction containing graphical sexual content as outlined in the coding above.

Doctor Dark’s sliver Mercedes SLK gracefully slips into its reserved parking space close to St Augustine Hospital’s main entrance. The Doctor grabs a briefcase from the passenger seat and sets the car’s alarm from his key-ring. The large automatic doors open reverently and the Doctor walks briskly through without braking his stride and heads towards the main lifts at the end of the large lobby. His manner is professional, self-assured. Whilst not over-friendly with the hospital staff, the well dressed Consultant returns their greetings with a polite but measured “Good afternoon.”

Ah, you’re still with me I see. Are you as eager as I am to visit our new patient? I’m not too proud to admit to trembling with anticipation at the prospect. Still, seven floors and we shall reach our Garden Of Eden… or should that be… our Babylon.

As the large lift climbs agonisingly slowly, the Doctor holds his briefcase with two hands in front of him and unobtrusively adjusts his crotch under his Saville Road suit. Richard Dark frowns slightly and makes a mental note to ask his tailor to allow a little more in that department at his next fitting.

The advantage of made-to-measure suits.

Finally the lift door opens and Dr Dark steps out into a busy corridor. He consults briefly with a Sister at a nursing station then heads down the corridor scanning each room number on the way.

And today’s winning lottery numbers are… 7

The Doctor dodges a porter pushing a sickly patient towards theatre.

… 1

His pace quickens as he turns a corner, matching his pulse.

… and 3

Dr Dark stops next to the closed door of room 713.

And the bonus balls are safely tucked away in my tweed trousers.

The Consultant pauses to take a few slow breaths before knocking quietly on the door.

“Come in”

The timid reply brings a slight mile to Richard’s face and he silently thanks his family and friends for urging him to join the medical profession.

On entering the small private room the Doctor is greeted by the sight of his newest patient sitting up in bed reading a magazine. She’s wearing a short sleeved “Mickey Mouse” nightie and her long dark- brown hair is neatly tied at the back.

“Hello again Heather,” he cheerfully says, “I trust the nurses are looking after you Ok?”

“Yes, thank you Doctor Dark.”

I have this urge my friends, to rip off her night-dress, like a young boy would the carefully wrapped present that sits under a tree on Christmas morning. Still… all good things come to those who wait… Patience is a virtue, and an assortment of other irritating sayings are also probably applicable.

The Doctor find’s himself gazing at the slight curve of Heather’s dainty breasts that hide behind Micky’s large black ears; the young girl’s lower body hidden under the crisp, white, hospital sheets.

Picking up a chart hanging on a clipboard from the metal bedstead at the foot of the bed, the Doctor starts to read the notes made by the Ward Sister.

“I see you haven’t had your temperature taken yet.”

At my express instruction, of course.

“Umm, no. Actually Doctor, I’m really feeling fine now,” ventures Heather, who’s been promising herself that she’ll revise properly for her next Maths test instead of inventing stomach pains that have lead to an unscheduled and unwanted stay in hospital.

Richard looks up from the clipboard and grins.

“Hey, let me be the judge of that young lady. Are you trying to put me out of a job?”

Heather smiles momentarily, then resumes her plea.

“It’s just that… well I don’t want to waste your time. I really do feel perfectly Ok.”

Oh, I’m sure you do. And I’m just about to find out how perfect.

“Well it’s very nice of you to try to conserve the meagre National Health’s resources, but there’s really no need. Your mother’s health insurance is covering the cost…”

Yes, I’ll be getting paid a handsome penny or two as well. Isn’t private healthcare wonderful?

“… So I’m afraid you’re stuck here until I’ve carried out some tests. We’ll start with your temperature.”

Dr Dark finds the trolley of apparatus standing in the corner as he’d requested beforehand. Running a hand over the various items, he sees the freshly sterilised thermometer. Picking up the clear cellophane packet it’s contained in, he approaches the side of Heather’s bed.

The young sits motionless, hands together on her lap ready to open her mouth to accept the thermometer under her tongue.

“Ok Heather this is a rectal thermometer, so I’m going to ask you to lie on your side for me.”

Wait for it.

Heather’s face shows great alarm as the Doctor’s words register with the thirteen- year-old.

“You mean… Oh no, do I have to?”

“I’m afraid so Heather. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt. I promise.”

Heather looks close to tears as she slowly shuffles on to her side, letting her magazine slip onto the floor.

Richard carefully pulls down the sheet over Heather’s body until she’s completely uncovered. Her long slender legs snake out over the bed and the nightie has ridden up exposing her pert bottom encased in the same pair of cotton panties he saw at his Surgery that morning.

Dr Dark pulls up a chair and sits down next to Heather.

“Right, would you mind pulling down your panties for me please Heather?”

The nervous youngster reaches round and hooks the waistband with her thumbs, pulling the material down to reveal the perfect white cheeks of her bottom. Heather is careful not to pull the panties any further down than she has too in an effort to at least keep her vagina covered up.

Richard reaches over and places one hand on each of the girl’s pert buttocks.

“My hands aren’t too cold are they?”

“No,” mumbles Heather, quietly wishing she was back at .

The respected Consultant slowly pulls apart Heather’s cheeks exposing her delicate little, pink anus. Leaning forward to take a closer look, he smells the feint odour of perfumed soap together with the unmistakable scent of a young girl.

He reaches over to the trolley and scoops a small amount of lubricating jelly onto two fingers.

“This may feel a little cold at first,” he warns his patient.

As he places his fingers on Heather’s tight entrance, Richard marvels in the contrast between the cool liquid and her warm opening. He feels his cock hardening in his pants as he gently rubs the lubricant around the tiny hole.

I should be wearing gloves of course, but I think I’ll make an exception in this case.

Without warning, Dr Dark starts working his index finger into young Heather’s tight bottom.

“Aah!” Heather gasps, more out of surprise than pain.

Richard continues tunnelling into the thirteen-year-olds bottom, revelling in the tightness and heat of her anus. After a couple of minutes his finger is buried up to its second knuckle and as an added turn-on, the Doctor stands up and leans over the bed to look into Heather’s eyes.

“You have a very nice, tight, passage Heather.”

Richard wiggles his finger inside to gain a reaction from the schoolgirl’s face. Heather blushes deeply but feels compelled to return Dr Dark’s stare. There’s something about the Doctor. It’s almost as if he’s enjoying this.

Oh but I am… I am.

Sitting back down again, the Doctor slowly withdraws his finger from Heather’s butt and replaces it with the thermometer. After his widening of her anus, the instrument easily slides deep into her bowels, leaving an inch of the tip protruding between her cheeks.

“Ok Heather, just lie very still please. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Richard stands up and has to adjust his hard penis once again before he can open the door. Moving back out into the corridor he starts to close the door but then, in a cruel mischievous moment, decides to leave the door wide open, exposing poor Heather’s naked behind to anyone walking past.

The young lies on her side and listens to the general hubbub of noise that comes from the corridor outside. She can tell that the door to her room is at least slightly ajar but she’s too embarrassed to look over her shoulder. If she did she would see a couple of elderly hospital porters standing conveniently opposite room 713. They can clearly see from their position fifteen feet away, the long thermometer sticking out of Heather’s sweet protruding bottom.

A few minutes later Dr Dark returns followed by a procession of younger male Doctors dressed in white coats and sporting gleaming stethoscopes hung around their necks. The group crowds into the small room and forms a semicircle around Heather’s bed.

What’s that? Did you say “humiliating”? Come, come. I merely wish to share a little of the experience with some of my younger, more impressionable colleagues.

Heather looks petrified by the intrusion of her privacy by so many white-coated men and stares motionless into her pillow as the piper who’s enticed the group into room 713 begins to speak.

“Ok now Heather, these are a group of junior doctors who are going to sit in on the next part of your examination. Just forget that they are present, alright?”

Heather mumbles something unintelligible which Richards is happy to take as a yes.

Sitting back down at Heather’s bedside the doctor removes the rectal thermometer from her bottom and notes the reading.

“For your information gentlemen this thirteen-year-old patient came to me this morning complaining of pains to the lower abdomen originating some forty-eight hours ago…”

Dr Dark continues describing the medical details of Heather’s case in detail to the eager junior doctors, some of whom make short notes as the case history is brought up to date.

“…And so it falls to us gentlemen, to find the cause of young Heather’s problem. I will now carry out a full examination of the patient’s genitalia which I’d like you all to observe very closely.”

As if I really have to ask.

Dr Dark turns to address Heather who remains stunned like a frightened deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

“Right Heather, I’d like you to remove your panties please and lie on your back for me.”

The young girl numbly complies, slipping the cotton briefs over her ankles and lays down flat, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She’s pulled her nightie back down to cover her privates but this only postpones the inevitable.

The group of a dozen junior doctors look on as Dr Dark swings two metal arms attached to each side of the head of the bed and positions them so they are parallel with Heather’s body. At the end of the arms is a set of curved pads with Velcro straps hanging loosely from them.

“Ok, lift up your legs Heather and rest your ankles in these stirrups for me,” instructs Richard at the foot of the bed, holding out his arms and tapping the pads with each hand.

Heather Weaver silently resolves herself to the situation and reluctantly lifts up her legs and places them in the stirrups. She has to shuffle forward slightly to make herself more comfortable and this allows her night-dress to ride up over her thighs.

A murmur of approval can be heard by the young doctors as the thirteen-year-olds sparsely haired pussy comes into view. The position of Heather’s slightly bent, wide-open legs opens up her pink flower and displays her young cunt to the parade of open-mouthed men, many of whom start to suffer from the same trouser problem that their mentor has struggled with earlier.

Dr Dark moves his chair a little further to the foot of the bed allowing him to duck under Heather’s right leg to continue the examination. He lifts up the top of the nightie to get a better view but it begins to slide back down.

“Would you mind taking off your nightie Heather. It’s getting in the way I’m afraid.”

“But-“

“Thank you so much.”

Totally humiliated, Heather crosses her arms and lifts the night- dress up and over her head. Now the only garment she wears is the little lacy bra that covers her under-ripe breasts.

Richard leans in close to the schoolgirl’s young slit and Heather can feel the doctor’s breath on her most intimate parts. He gently runs a finger over the length of her crack as he sustains his dialogue to his closely watching audience.

“I am now feeling along the patient’s vagina to detect if there is any swelling in this region. If the vagina is dry one can apply lubricating jelly to the area to gain easier access but as you can see this patient’s vagina is lubricating itself very nicely of its own accord.”

Heather blushes as she realises that her pussy is getting very wet indeed from her examiner’s probing.

“I’m now inserting a finger fully into the vagina to check the state of the girl’s vaginal walls. This particular patient’s hole is very tight which is to be expected in that of a thirteen-year-old virgin.”

As Dr Dark pushes his finger deep into Heather’s cunt she lets out a short gasp and feels her breathing quicken. The crowd of Doctors shuffle forward in order to get a better view of the proceedings and this allows a few of them to secretly rub their hard pricks under their white house-coats.

While Richard’s finger continues to be sucked deeper into Heather’s juicy twat, his other hand is busy playing with the youngster’s tiny clitoris, which induces more noises from Heather. Nobody has ever touched her like this and she’s a little overwhelmed by the sensations caused by Dr Dark’s fingers.

“Now I’m going to show you something that you wont find in the textbooks.”

With that the doctor pulls his finger out of Heather’s moist pussy and holds it up to the class.

“Taste is a very underused method of determining the well being or otherwise of a patient. The differing flavours of a female’s genital fluid can, with a lot of practice, offer lots of information about the state of the patient’s health.”

Are you buying this bullshit too? Sometimes I almost convince myself that this is medically sound.

The leading consultant then proceeds to pop the whole of glistening finger into his mouth and sucks tightly. His head begins to swim as the taste of Heather’s delicious cunt juice overwhelms his taste buds.

“Right, who wants to try it?”

A unanimous show of hands shoots up in the air and Dr Dark can’t help but smile by the eager response of his students. The junior doctor’s stretch their arms towards the ceiling and remind Richard of a group of over enthusiastic schoolboys.

“Alright you can all have a taste. One by one I want you to carefully insert a finger into the patient’s vagina and then withdraw it once it’s coated with her juices.”

Heather’s eyes spring wide-open in shock as she realised that her precious pussy is going to be invaded by all of the men present. She turns to Dr Dark who sits, arms folded, with a slightly bemused look on his face.

“Dr Dark I don’t really-“

“It’s alright Heather. Don’t worry. I’m sure these gentlemen will be very careful won’t you guys?”

The junior medics voice their assurances as they line up to sample Heather’s young twat.

The anxious can only lie back in anguish as the first student leans over and slides his index finger into her pink entrance. He pushes his finger in as far as it will easily go and feels the exquisite tightness of her virginal pussy.

“Yes Jennings, don’t take all day,” scolds Richard when he realises the man is prolonging the experience as much as possible.

“Sorry Sir,” Jennings apologises, removes his sticky finger and examines it briefly before sliding it into his mouth.

“Well?” enquires Dr Dark.

“Mmmm… Very nice Sir!” concludes Jennings

“Quite,” says Richard and points to the next man in line. “Next.”

And so, one by one the assortment of white, black, oriental and young doctors take their turn probing Heather’s tasty hole. By the time everyone has had their turn the general consensus is that the schoolgirl’s pussy juice tastes very nice indeed.

Not a bad diagnosis I’d say.

Dr Dark looks at his watch and announces to the group, “Ok, I’d like you all now to run along to theatre where I believe my esteemed colleague Dr Webber is about to attempt to sew some poor fella’s arm back on. God help him.”

The junior doctors dutifully file out of room 713, thanking Dr Dark on their way and smiling lustfully at his patient. As the last man closes the door behind him, Richard turns to Heather who is still lying on her back with her ankles trussed up in the air.

“Now then Heather, you seem to have scored quite a hit with the junior doctors. And your state of arousal rather leads me to believe I know that right sort of treatment to prescribe.”

Richard then climbs in between Heather’s legs and kneels on the bed. The frightened schoolgirl looks on as he unzips his trousers and undoes the button. Pulling the trousers down to his knees Heather sees the unmistakable large bulge of Richard’s penis stretched tightly against his underpants. A small damp patch forms on the front of his briefs as pre-cum oozes from his tip.

“Wh- what are you doing doctor?” Heather manages to ask, her eyes transfixed on the outline of Dr Dark’s large member.

“I’m going to make you a woman Heather. I’m going to make you better.”

I’m going to fuck your brains out honey.

Richard pulls his underpants down and releases his hard cock for Heather to see.

“Oh my God!”

Heather thinks it’s enormous and shudders at the thought of the doctor forcing it into her body.

“Don’t worry Heather. I’ll be very gentle with you.”

Err… well at first, anyway.

Lifting his shirttails out of the way, Richard leans forward and lines his pulsating cock up with Heather’s cunt. The feeling as his crown comes in contact with the schoolgirl’s hot lips is incredible but surpassed when he finds the tight entrance and slowly pushes forward.

The narrow opening stretches to accommodate Dr Dark’s thick weapon as he forces it millimetre by millimetre into the thirteen-year-old. Heather gasps repeatedly as the long meat pushes further and further into her body invading her insides like she’s never imagined.

Richard, who’s propped up on his elbows, looks into the innocent girl’s eyes then bends down to kiss her lips. He plants little kisses all over Heather’s face returning to her mouth and forces it open with his tongue. As if in a , the youngster returns the doctor’s kiss and intertwines her tongue with his.

Oh yes my beauty. Give yourself to me.

Now the doctor begins to gently fuck the thirteen-year-old patient, sliding his large prick in and out of her tightly gripping hole. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder he kisses her more passionately whilst he moves the other hand down to her tennis ball sized breasts.

Pushing her bra up over her little titties, Richard lowers his head and runs his tongue over a hardening nipple that stands out from the white flesh of her globe. He is ecstatic as he feels Heather’s hand pushing down on the back of his head as he takes the nipple into his mouth and gently nibbles the erect tissue.

The piston action of Richard’s lower body gets harder and faster as he feels his own juices welling up in his groin. He moves a hand down to squeeze Heather’s firm arse cheek then slides a finger under her bottom to find her little anus once again. When he inserts his finger into Heather’s tight arsehole it’s too much for the young girl and she experiences her first orgasm.

As the young patient’s body tightens up and she begins to sob gently, Richard pushes his finger deep into Heather’s arse and his prick up to her cervix and explodes, sending millions of sperm on their race for one of them to fertilise her egg.

“Oh yes, my little angel. Dr Dark’s going to make you better. Dr Dark’s going to start a baby growing inside you.”

“Yes Doctor Dark. Make my belly big with your baby.”

Dr Richard Dark leans over and kisses the tears away from Heather’s cheeks.

Well my friends. Looks like I’ll need to brush up on my maternity care.

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