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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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DOCTOR DO
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Chapter One
She came alone. She did not know the man. One thing she knew was
that he was not a board-certified doctor. But it didnÕt matter; heÕd
promised not to hurt her, and that was enough.
She tossed back her hair. It was brown, with streaks of blonde in it
from the summer sun. It was autumn now, and she felt unfulfilled. Her
boyfriend had left her in August, she had been slow to find another.
Not that there was a lack of suitors. She was very pretty. Her face
was soft-featured, lovely, with a small snub nose and delicate chin, high
cheeks, wide eyes above the cheeks, and red, petulant lips. Most men
called her an Òice princess,Ó to pretty to be taken. Yet tonight she would
have her ice thawed, by her own decision. The ÒdoctorÓ had recommended
it as a way of getting over her former boyfriend.
She stepped up to the door of a home. It faced out toward the street,
with no yard between the brick wall of the house and the lightly-
trafficked street beyond the sidewalk. It was an inner-city home, well-
kept, in a good neighborhood, thanks to urban renewal, but it was not
expensive-looking. Anyone might be living behind its door, from a woman
on social security to a... doctor. But not a board-certified doctor. He
would have chosen a fancier place.
She knocked; once. She gulped as she did it, her narrow throat
constricting a little, a bolt of fear suddenly shafting up her spine. She
knew this was risky, but he had seemed so nice. ÒDoctor Do,Ó he had told
her his name was. He was not Oriental, and so sheÕd laughed, and heÕd
laughed with her, at the bistro where theyÕd met, attracting some
attention from the other diners.
ÒAnd do you think IÕm supposed to believe thatÕs your name?Ó SheÕd
asked him when he and she had both settled back down.
ÒNo, Claire,Ó heÕd answered, quite seriously. ÒI donÕt. But itÕs the
name IÕm giving you, and itÕs the name youÕll accept, if you wish for me to
examine you.Ó
SheÕd gulped then, hearing that, as she was gulping now, and sheÕd
felt the same shock of sudden, unexpected fear.
ÒBut I do not have to be examined if I donÕt wish to be?Ó sheÕd asked.
ÒIf you visit me, it is to be examined, and for no other reason,Ó he
replied.
She knocked again. Her hand was gloved in leather and she watched
it as it rapped the door. The wind blew behind her. It lifted her skirt, just
slightly, enough to show her upper thighs, where her stockings, supported
by garters, clutched prettily at her legs. She heard a whistle. Men were
across the street, lounging on a porch stoop. Another whistle. Quickly,
worriedly, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw one of the men get
up off the porch. He stepped into the street. They had been playing,
intently, some sort of card game, but now she was spotted, and one of
them was coming toward her.
Claire lifted her gloved hand to rap the door again, but it suddenly
opened.
ÒOh, Doctor Do!Ó Claire gasped.
ÒCome in, Claire,Ó Doctor Do smiled. He waved to the men across the
street. Two of them waved back. The third, standing in the street, was
forced to retreat as a truck approached.
ÒThis is not the best of neighborhoods to walk in,Ó Doctor Do said
apologetically to Claire. He admitted her and shut the door. She stood
shivering before him, clearly nervous.
ÒI took a cab. I had it drop me off three doors down and I waited
until it left to come to your door,Ó Claire said.
ÒVery good,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒThen no one knows youÕre here?
Except of course for the ruffians across the street?Ó
ÒNo one,Ó Claire lied.
ÒMy practise is unlicensed, you know,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒBut if you
told a girlfriend, I do not mind.Ó He smiled.
ÒI-- I did,Ó Claire admitted. ÒBut I didnÕt give her the address.Ó
ÒVery well,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒYou can recommend me to her, and
give her the address, if you find your treatment is suitable.Ó
ÒAnd painless?Ó Claire asked hopefully.
ÒIn all manner of treatments there is usually some pain, but it will
not leave you harmed in any way, God willing,Ó Doctor Do said.
ÒIÕd rather hoped youÕd be willing to see I wasnÕt harmed,Ó Claire
gulped, feeling her spine tingle again.
ÒIÕll do my best,Ó Doctor Do assured her. ÒYou will not be hurt.
However there may be some pain and there will certainly be some
discomfort. But I would like to treat your friend also, if she is pretty like
you, so of course you must survive the procedure if you are to recommend
me, hmmm?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Claire agreed.
ÒThen come downstairs with me,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒEverything is
prepared.Ó
Together they walked through the DoctorÕs modest living room to a
door. Doctor Do opened it and Claire, rising a little onto her toes, saw a
stairway descending down from it. It was dark, but Doctor Do reached
within the doorway and flicked a light switch. Immediately the stairs
were illuminated, the glare from overhead neon lamps like that in a
hospital, bright, antiseptic.
ÒYou first, please,Ó Doctor Do said, for the stairs were too narrow
for them to descend them together, walking side by side.
Claire gulped again, and felt another shiver of fear run up her spine.
ÒCan-- can I follow you?Ó Claire asked. But Doctor Do put his hand
to the small of her back, feeling the lovely jacket she wore over her
blouse, jacket which matched her short skirt, and pushed her forward.
Claire looked down in time to catch the first step and then, swallowing
again, her lovely neck taut with fear, she descended the steps. Doctor Do
came after her, closing the door to the steps behind him. Claire heard him
lock the door and she gulped and shivered again.
At the bottom of the stairs, there was another door. Claire tried the
knob, very hesitantly, her gloved hand shaking as she touched it, but it was
locked. Anxiously she waited for Doctor Do to come down the stairs. He
was a big man. His feet were heavy upon the steps. When he reached the
bottom he nudged Claire aside and fiddled with a ring of keys. Then he
found the one he wanted and he inserted it into the doorÕs lock, just below
the handle, and he reached up and turned the knob.
Within this inner room, beyond the second locked door, there was
darkness again, until Doctor Do found the light switch and flicked it on.
Claire gasped as she saw a medical suite illuminated before her eyes.
Then she gulped, like a swan finding its way to a restaurant unexpectedly,
and she tried to step back.
She bumped into Doctor Do.
ÒWhat do you think?Ó Doctor Do asked her.
ÒI-- I had not expected something so elaborate,Ó Claire said. There
was a curtain, like a shower curtain, hanging from a rod behind a table.
The table itself was no ordinary table but a real medical examination
table, complete with a pillow at one end, a padded surface, and, sticking
out almost tauntingly, two long steel poles with stirrups for one lying
upon the table to put oneÕs feet into. Next to the table was a small steel
stool. Beyond it was a counter, complete with a stainless steel sink.
There were various items of medical equipment laid out neatly on the
counter, on a metal tray. Above the exam table, opposite the counter and
sink, there was a bag, dangling from an I.V. pole. The floor was tiled, just
like a floor in a real hospital exam room would be. Here, in this room,
there was no comforting padded carpet, no dimly illuminating lamps, but
rather a tiled floor, an exam table, and a bright overhead neon light.
ÒLetÕs go in,Ó Doctor Do said. He took hold of Claire by her arm, and
pushed her ahead of himself into the room. He was struck by the slimness
of her arm as he pushed her. He felt he could have broken her arm if he
wished, just by twisting it. At the same time she was obviously healthy,
for she had breasts the size of cantaloupes and bright, flushed cheeks,
plus a round bottom that bumped up against his thigh as he pushed her
forward.
ÒI- I do not feel ready,Ó Claire protested, meekly regarding the exam
table.
ÒOf course youÕre not ready. You must undress first,Ó Doctor Do told
her. He pointed to the curtained section at the back of the room. ÒStep
behind there. YouÕll find a hospital gown. Please take off your pretty
clothes and put it on.Ó
He bent. He kissed her cheek. Claire flinched and stepped away from
him. He let her go; releasing her arm from his grip at the last moment.
ÒEverything?Ó Claire asked, stepping tentatively toward the
curtained-off section, glancing back at him.
ÒNo. Of course not,Ó Doctor Do smiled. HeÕd lost patients before,
even quite willing ones, by demanding they strip to the nude. ÒJust
undress to your bra and panties.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Claire said. She sighed with relief. Then she looked again at
the dangling bag, atop the I.V. pole, and the stirrups sticking out from the
base of the table. ÒMay I keep my heels and stockings on too?Ó Claire
asked.
ÒYes, of course,Ó Doctor Do told her. ÒAnd your lipstick and your
pretty earrings.Ó
ÒUh, thanks,Ó Claire said. She walked to the back of the room and
peeked behind the curtain. She saw the hospital gown waiting for her,
folded up on a metal stool like the one sitting next to the exam table. ÒIÕll
just be a minute,Ó she told Doctor Do.
ÒOf course,Ó Doctor Do replied.
When Claire reappeared, clad in her gown, her bra and panties on
underneath it, her stockings gripping her thighs, her heels keeping her feet
elevated, just as if she were still fully clothed, and in an office, or a
bistro like the one theyÕd met in, she was fiddling with the strings around
her gownÕs neck.
ÒHow do you tie this thing?Ó Claire asked.
ÒHere. IÕll do it,Ó Doctor Do said. He walked over to Claire and she
turned, helpfully and most willingly, to let him get at the loose strings
she had drawn behind her neck. He looked down. SheÕd managed to get the
strings around her waist tied, but her bottom was so firm and round that
it jutted out between the halves of her gown, below where sheÕd tied it.
Doctor Do looked at her panties. They were brief, covering just half her
bottom, but with a lacy waistband, which prettily crossed over her
asscheeks, leaving the upper half of them exposed while concealing the
lower half of her chubby twin mounds. Doctor Do longed to stick his finger
in those too-small panties and yank them out, then let them snap back.
But he was a Doctor, a professional. Instead he tied ClaireÕs gown around
her neck.
ÒThere. That should do it,Ó Doctor Do told Claire. ÒNow I want you
to walk over to the table and lie down on it.Ó He watched her proceed,
obediently, following his instructions. As she walked there was a
tempting wiggle to her bottom. When Claire reached the table she found
out it was high; too high for her to mount unassisted. Doctor Do, still
with his eyes on her ass, cleared his throat. He hurried over to her and
pulled out a step from the side of the table.
ÒThank you,Ó Claire said, and put her heeled foot on the step and then
hoisted herself up onto the table. She turned as she rose, sitting her
bottom on it. Then she looked up at Doctor Do.
ÒPlease lie back,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒMake yourself comfortable.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Claire said. Awkwardly she lay with her head toward the
stirrups. But before she had laid completely down the doctor caught her
arm and said,
ÒNo. The other way. Put your head on the pillow.Ó
ÒOh! Yes,Ó Claire agreed. She laid down as the doctor wished. She
found herself lying on a thin paper covering on the plastic-sheathed table,
with her legs dangling down beyond the far end, where the stirrups waited.
ÒNow I must take off your shoes and give your feet a better resting
place,Ó Doctor Do informed Claire. She watched as he walked to the
bottom of the table. He reached down and lifted up one of ClaireÕs
stockinged legs. Gently he removed her shoe. Then he placed her foot in
the stirrup. Then he picked up a strap, dangling off the stirrup, and
buckled it over her foot.
ÒOh!Ó Claire said.
ÒSo that you do not move unnecessarily, while I perform my
examination,Ó Doctor Do told her. She felt his hands clasp her other foot
and remove her other shoe. He lifted her remaining leg and buckled her
foot into the other stirrup, so that she found herself, despite her
stockings, bra, and panties, lying with her legs apart, her feet bound into
the stirrups, and Doctor Do standing between her open legs.
ÒNow I must remove your panties,Ó Doctor Do said.
ÒOh, but--!Ó Claire bit her lip. She watched as the Doctor reached
for her. She felt his hands smooth their way under her pantied, anxious
bottom cheeks. Then he caught the waistband of her panties with his large
fingers and drew them down.
Her bush was exposed. Doctor Do pulled her panties to her knees.
Then he reached forward again, leaning over the table, and he slipped his
hands under her and undid her gown. He undid it at the waist. When it was
free of her he folded it up, over her upper body. Claire found herself bare
from the tummy down, except for her stockings, and the panties ringing
her knees.
ÒI must restrain your arms as well as your legs,Ó Doctor Do told
Claire. He came around to her side. He drew the gown higher, so that
Claire shrieked as he pulled it up over her face. Yet she did not move,
lying there, breathlessly, as she felt herself completely exposed, except
for her bosoms, which remained cupped by her lacy white bra. ÒDonÕt be
alarmed,Ó Doctor Do told her. ÒIÕm simply putting straps across your
middle, for your safety.Ó He did this. Claire felt long rubber straps pulled
over her waist, then over her chest above her bosoms. She felt the air
pushed out of her lungs as the straps were tightened. Then she listened as
Doctor Do buckled the straps. ÒThere,Ó Doctor Do said.
ÒOh doctor, I canÕt breathe with this gown lying over my face!Ó
Claire said.
ÒThen IÕll remove it completely,Ó Doctor Do said. He reached under
her neck, which trembled when he touched it. He undid the strings heÕd
tied only minutes before. He pulled the gown off. He folded it and tossed
it on the floor.
ÒDoctor, IÕm scared,Ó Claire said.
ÒYouÕre very pretty too,Ó Doctor Do told her. He bent and kissed her
lips. She could not resist.
ÒDoctor, thatÕs not professional,Ó Claire gasped when at last Doctor
Do drew his mouth off hers.
ÒIÕm not a licensed professional,Ó Doctor Do reminded her.
ÒOh, yes. IÕd forgotten,Ó Claire blushed.
Doctor Do went to the counter, where the metal tray was. He picked
up a knife. Claire flinched, gasped.
ÒIÕm going to have to examine your nipples,Ó Doctor Do told Claire.
ÒDonÕt worry. ThereÕs no need to fool with removing your bra. IÕll simply
cut away the parts of your bra that are in the way.Ó
ÒOh, God!Ó Claire sighed. She trembled as she watched Doctor Do
approach with the knife. It gleamed in the harsh light of the overhead
neon lamp. The doctor bent over her. Gently he cupped her breast and
massaged it through the silken cup. Then he brought his knife over her tit.
Carefully, drawing the lacy cup up a little with his fingers, he began to
cut. ÒNoooo,Ó Claire protested, but except for an involuntary shiver she
lay still, thanks in no small measure to the straps binding her to the table.
When Doctor Do was finished ClaireÕs nipples were visible. They
poked up from her torn bra cups like ripe red, slightly swollen thorns.
Doctor Do bent and sucked each one lightly.
ÒYes, they appear to be in perfect health,Ó Doctor Do told Claire. ÒOf
course, it is often best to do a biopsy on nipples to make perfectly certain
of that, but perhaps such a procedure would be unwarranted at the
moment.Ó
ÒYes!Ó Claire said, trembling at the word, knowing (a little) what it
meant.
ÒYou wish me to do a biopsy?Ó Doctor Do asked her.
ÒNo!Ó Claire said.
ÒI didnÕt think so,Ó Doctor Do told her. He went down to the bottom
of the table. He stepped inbetween her trapped feet. He looked at her
panties. ÒIÕm afraid these are in the way,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒThey are so
pretty, but I shall have to cut them off. You donÕt mind going home
without panties, do you?Ó
ÒN- No, I guess,Ó Claire said, and felt the elastic of the panties
ringing her knees give way as the doctorÕs knife sliced through them. They
fluttered to the floor. Doctor Do stepped forward. He stepped on her
fallen panties, ignoring them now, and peered at ClaireÕs bush.
ÒHave you ever heard of a procedure known as clitorization?Ó Doctor
Do asked Claire.
ÒNo,Ó Claire said.
ÒIt involves surgically removing the clitoris,Ó Doctor Do said. With
his large fingers he pried at ClaireÕs cunt.
ÒSurgically--?Ó Claire asked.
ÒYes,Ó Doctor Do said. Claire felt a shiver as the man found her
nubbin within her cuntlips and brushed it with his fingers.
ÒDoctor-- shouldnÕt you be wearing gloves?Ó Claire asked.
ÒPerhaps,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒHmmm. Your clitoris is quite small. Do
you derive pleasure from it?Ó He brushed his finger over it again.
ÒY- Yes,Ó Claire said, and shivered rather violently.
ÒHmmm,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒWell, unless you have religious
objections to pleasure, I suppose it should stay, then. Anyway it is so
small. Even a devout Arab should not object to its remaining, I suppose.Ó
ÒY- Yes,Ó Claire agreed, not sure what Doctor Do was talking about,
but breathing a sigh of relief when he stepped back from her, taking his
knife with him.
ÒNow I must give you a pap smear,Ó Doctor Do told her. ÒAnd then,
while you are so prettily presented, IÕm going to hold a container under
you and ask you to empty your bladder into it. Do you feel full?Ó Doctor Do
asked Claire, walking to the counter as he spoke.
ÒN- No,Ó Claire said.
ÒThen IÕll give you some juice,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒWith a straw, donÕt
worry. I have some sealed packets of juice in the refrigerator here.
TheyÕre actually laxatives but I suppose they will serve to fill your
bladder too. I want you to drink every last drop that I give you.Ó
ÒBut doctor--Ó Claire protested. ÒWonÕt a laxative make me go to
the bathroom?Ó
ÒYes, of course,Ó Doctor Do said. He nodded to the bag dangling from
the I.V. pole. ÒAs will that. IÕm going to insert a tube up your behind in a
little while. IÕll have you turn over first, onto your belly. After youÕve
peed into the container. Then IÕll fill you up in back and that, combined
with the laxatives youÕve drunk, should enable you to quickly find it in
yourself to give me a nice, big stool. There will be some cramping, of
course, but thatÕs unavoidable.Ó
And so the exam proceeded. Doctor Do gave her a pap test. Then he
had Claire gave him a urine sample, which Doctor Do tested with urine
strips. ClaireÕs pee was found to be normal.
Next Claire was unbound from the straps, and from the stirrups, but
only so that Doctor Do could roll her onto her tummy. Then he ordered her
to kneel, which she did, presenting her bottom to him, still clad in her
stockings, with her nipples poking out of her ripped-open bra. As Claire
waited, Doctor Do took down the bag hanging from the I.V. pole and filled
it with warm water. Then he re-hung it on the pole, and lubed the end of a
tube that was connected to it.
ÒWhere-- where are you going to put that?Ó Claire asked Doctor Do.
ÒUp your bottom, Claire,Ó Doctor Do told her.
ÒOh.Ó Claire said.
And that is exactly where it went, much to ClaireÕs chagrin, for no
sooner had the tube been forced up her than Doctor Do removed a clip from
the top of the line, and the water, in the bag, began filling her gut.
ÒOh, Doctor! ItÕs going into me!Ó Claire, whoÕd never had an enema
before, exclaimed.
ÒYes, Claire. IÕm filling your intestines with water, plus a special
lubricating fluid, already in the bag, which will allow you to poop freely
when I ask for a stool from you.Ó
ÒOh, doctor! When will that be?Ó Claire asked. She was beginning to
feel frantic as the water continued to flow into her.
ÒSoon, Claire,Ó Doctor Do assured her.
Claire gave a healthy stool when the time came, squatting over a
plastic bowl placed on the floor. She still wore her stockings as she did
it, and she looked rather unhappy, for Doctor Do had filled her full enough
to allow her to experience cramping.
ÒOh! It hurts!Ó Claire complained to Doctor Do.
ÒYes, Claire. Just press on your belly with your hands,Ó Doctor Do
told her. ÒKeep bearing down. You must get all the fluid out to stop the
cramps.Ó
And so Claire, whom Doctor Do had met as a pretty young thing in a
city bistro, all made-up and lovely in her office clothes, was now reduced
to a squatting, grunting creature on his floor, still lovely, but not in any
way a woman would admire. After Doctor Do had tested ClaireÕs stool, and
found it healthy, he put her back up on the examination table, with her legs
spread as before, and her body strapped down, and her legs separated and
buckled to the stirrups.
ÒNow IÕm going to take your temperature, Claire,Ó Doctor Do told her.
He showed her a multi-purpose thermometer. ÒFirst we will put it in your
mouth, to check your temperature orally. Then, it will be inserted into
your vagina, to see if a similar reading of your bodyÕs temperature is
obtained. Finally, to be absolutely sure of your bodyÕs temperature, I will
push the thermometer into your bottom. I know you just got through
giving a stool and youÕre probably a little sore back there, but this is
absolutely necessary, and cannot be avoided.Ó
ÒYes, Doctor,Ó Claire said, shivering as she spoke, feeling rather
empty now that sheÕd pooped her guts out onto the floor.
After ClaireÕs temperature had been taken, and its readings
compared, and all found to be normal, Doctor Do smiled and unzipped his
pants.
ÒNow we are not quite finished yet, Claire,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒThere
is yet one more reading that must be taken, of the health of your womb. I
shall have to insert myself for this, as there is no equipment as fine for
this task as my own. A dildo will not do, for I wish to deposit something
in your womb, to see if the proper fertilization response is produced. We
will know if it is in a matter of hours, when you give another urine
specimen. IÕll give you a cup to take home with you, so you can perform
this procedure on yourself. Then you can call me with the results.Ó
ÒAnd if theyÕre... positive?Ó Claire asked, watching wide-eyed as the
doctor produced an enormous cock from within the unzipped halves of his
fly.
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Doctor Do told her. ÒIÕll also be giving you a pill to
take home with you. RU-486. It will abort the pregnancy for you but,
nonetheless, the test will have been successful, for we will both then
know that you have a young, healthy womb, capable of being impregnated
when you wish it to be.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Claire gasped.
Hours later, in the privacy of her apartment, Claire performed the
urine sample on herself, as Doctor Do had instructed her to. It was
positive. She called Doctor Do and told her the results.
ÒVery good,Ó Doctor Do said. ÒNow please take the RU-486.Ó
ÒOh, but Doctor,Ó Claire said. ÒIÕm afraid you donÕt understand. You
said we must check my womb, too see if itÕs healthy, and capable of being
impregnated when I wish it to be.Ó
ÒYes?Ó Doctor Do asked.
ÒI wish it to be, and it is,Ó Claire told Doctor Do. ÒYou see, IÕve
always wanted to marry a doctor.Ó
THE END
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