My Name is Dr. Dark
(M/f, pedo)


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My Name is Dr. Dark
©1998 Mr Pornwriter (mrpornwriter@hotmail.com)


Chapter 2                    Babylon

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 teenager 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 school.

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 anal 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, anal 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 teenager 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 teenager 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 
Indian 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 dream, 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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