Dr. Michaels stood in Exam Room 3, shining a penlight into his new patient's unusual green eyes. Kelly Porter was an enigma—no getting around it. She'd been subjected to SB1 and SB2 ointments, an SB3 injection and the training protocol, and still she resisted. True, she'd allowed him to view and fondle the most intimate parts of her body, and accepted orders to eat his nurse's ass, but there was still a part of her that fought the program. Some ego-driven residual mania was telling her she was still in control of herself. He needed to teach her otherwise. Michaels had yet to fail a patient and he would be damned if this tight-assed, beautiful bitch would be the first.
He snapped his penlight off and took a step back, admiring the view. The girl had a perfect body—tanned, shapely limbs, narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and firm, perfect breasts that belonged on a Greek statue. He longed to plunge his hands into her thick blond hair while plunging something else into the orifice of his choice. Her mons pubis was bare, as the doctor preferred. No need for waxing today, which was almost a shame—Nurse Tabitha did so love to make them scream, and he loved to watch. He used an alcohol swab to erase the black letters his nurse had written on the girl's lovely breasts. Then he took a few photos of her for his collection.
Dr. Michaels pondered his treatment protocol going forward. The girl wasn't responding correctly, but she
was
responding. He noted her glassy eyes and open mouth, the relaxed position of her body. He could go nuclear—inject her with an extra dose of SB3, put the earbuds and glasses on her to stream the protocol directly into her psyche, then take her up the ass. That protocol corresponded to a one hundred percent success rate. But he found he didn't want to break this one immediately. He enjoyed her resistance, her spirit. The way her tits shook when she breathed hard in upset, the wild fear in her eyes when she was cornered. Hell, he hadn't enjoyed a day at work so much in years.
"Dr. Michaels?" the girl said, her voice quavering. "Have I done as you asked? I kissed that mean nurse's asshole, and she seemed to enjoy it. Will my headaches stay away now?"
He couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips. He was truly a miracle worker. "You've done just fine," he said in his most professional cadence, pulling up a stool to sit between her toned thighs, putting himself nearly at eye level with her pink vulva. "However, your treatment is far from over. There are, of course, improvements that can be administered. No treatment is ever perfect from the start. How are you feeling?"
Kelly widened her legs, as if to draw away from him, seemed to realize the effect, and let her thighs relax against his shoulders. "I feel... a bit confused. There are voices in my head telling me things I think are wrong, but when I let myself give in to them, I feel wonderful."
"Mmm, yes. It is best to listen to those voices, Kelly. It is through their guidance that you will be forever cured of your terrible headaches." He slid closer to her, insinuating himself further between her bare thighs until his nose almost touched her pussy. "What are the voices telling you now?"
She raised a hand to her forehead, her eyes dropping shut, and said in a monotone voice, "
A woman's place is where a man tells her to be. A woman's duty is to please men. Submit and receive the cure.
" Kelly's eyes sprang open and she laughed nervously. "I'm sorry, Doctor, did you just ask me something? I'm not usually so scatter-brained, I swear."
Dr. Michaels laid his bare hands on Kelly's thighs, stroking and massaging. "It must be your headaches making you so forgetful, my dear."
"Yes." She tried to scoot her bottom backward on the exam table, but Michaels held her in place. "Um, I'm not sure I'm comfortable... "
"Are you comfortable with your boyfriend?" he asked, trying to keep her off-balance. "You mentioned you don't reciprocate some of his physical attention. Why is that?"
"I don't... what?"
The patient's words were a bit slurred, her eyes still glassy. Her behavior was relatively normal for her first training and protocol, but still a bit off from the norm. He didn't like it, but it excited him. Dr. Michaels made a note on the chart and surreptitiously slathered another healthy dose of SB-2 to the patient's smooth thighs, flicking a single finger out to anoint her clit.
She gasped and rocked her hips so far forward her pussy made brief contact with his face. He restrained himself from burying his face in her mound, but it was a very close thing. Her sex was so close he could smell it. It had been years since he'd indulged himself at the office. He preferred to keep his professional life separate from his personal. True, his nurses had all undergone his hands-on training, though he allowed them to keep a bit more autonomy than his patients. And he had a regular rotation of patients who visited his home outside business hours for supplemental treatment, but he tried to avoid muddying the waters within the four walls of his practice.
Kelly Porter was begging to have her waters muddied.
He thought he'd enjoy bringing this patient back to his house for intensive training. It might be necessary with the way she was skewing his findings. It couldn't stand. His life's work would be ruined if this girl would not submit to him, completely and fully. He had big plans for her.
"No, it's too soon to worry about that," he said aloud.
"Too soon for what?" Kelly murmured, gazing dreamily at the wall.
Talking to himself. What next? He cleared his throat. "Too soon to worry about failure when we haven't even given you a genuine chance," he announced, and stood up, smoothing his lab coat down. "I need you to show me you can be a good patient, Kelly."
She perked up, meeting his eye for the first time in a while, straightening her posture. "I am a good patient! What do you need me to do?"
The doctor through furiously. All the other girls became complete automatons after their first treatment. What to do with this one, who kept resisting?
"In my studies, I have found that the path to migraine relieve lies not in brain chemistry, but in total submission of the groin. What I need is for you to stand, turn around, and bend over the exam table. I will administer the next step in your treatment momentarily."
It was an audacious ploy considering the shallowness of her submission. At any moment, he could be faced with a kicking, screaming woman, intent on escaping and bringing the law. He'd need to keep the ointment at the ready. This was where his nursing staff proved their value, but he felt the need to do this himself. He would break Ms. Kelly Porter on his own, with no outside assistance. Then he would indulge himself... fully, before following his original plan for her.
Kelly seemed to rouse herself from a stupor. "You want me to bend over the table?"
"Yes," he said brusquely. "Have the headaches affected your hearing?"
"No! No, Doctor!" She scrambled up, her feet slipping a bit on the metal platform, and turned over, presenting her round bare ass to the doctor. He took a brief moment to admire the view, then moved in to give her ass cheeks a firm squeeze, separating them to display her asshole and pretty pink vulva beneath. His erection had gone from pleasurable anticipation to painful strain. He prided himself on his control, but this girl was testing it. He realized he wouldn't last five seconds buried in that tight ass or cunt. A different tack was required.
He unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. "Ms. Porter, I'm afraid you've made a mistake."
She quivered on the table, her ass twitching bewitchingly. "A mistake? No! I'm trying so hard!"
"Hard is the operative word, Ms. Porter. Your doctor has a painful bulge, and while he is in this state, it is difficult for him to focus on your treatment. I will need you to relive it."
"
A woman's highest honor is to cure a man
," she murmured, and turned over on the table. "What should I do?"
He smiled gently. "You'll need to use your mouth to relive the distracting bulge you've created."
"Yes, Doctor." Without being told, she slid off the table and sunk to her knees before him. He gazed down at the beautiful girl at his feet, thanking the gods for his medical degree. "Do you know how to relieve a male bulge with your mouth, Ms. Porter?"
She blushed all the way to her tits, and her gaze dropped to the floor. "I give my boyfriend head, sometimes. I don't let him finish in my mouth though."
