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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Evil Doctor Avery (Mdom-F, reluc)
by Anon NixPixer - 1992
*
Alexandra Morris rubbed her arm from the shot. She was a tall woman with
regular features and a large, expressive mouth. Her blue eyes shone with
good humor and intelligence. In contrast to the long golden hair falling
down her back and over her copious bust, she was wearing a black leotard
top, a short black leather skirt, and black stockings. Her long, athletic
legs were further emphasized by three inch heels.
Across from her, sat Dr. Avery at his desk. His elevated chair compensated
for her seven inch superiority in height (including the heels), allowing
him to meet her gaze levelly and with authority. With his large, bulbous
head, thick glasses, pipe cleaner neck, and short, pudgy body he had never
been an attractive figure to women. Despite his inherited wealth,
genius-level intellect, and well-manicured goatee, it had always been a
major effort for him to bed the most homely of them, never mind statuesque
beauties, such as this one sitting so innocently before him. That was, of
course, before his discovery of THE DRUG. Finally, he was able to get the
respect and attention he so richly deserved.
It was time to start the verbal foreplay that he liked almost as much as
the physical consumation. "The shot should take care of that anemia, my
dear," he said in surprisingly deep and commanding baritone. "Otherwise you
seem to be remarkably healthy." As he spoke, he glanced casually at her
ample bosom over his steepled hands. Like his head, his hands were
disproportionally large. As fate would have it, other parts of his body
were oversized as well.
Alexandra sat up straight, ignoring his glance, except for a barely
perceptible moue of distaste. She was used to being stared at by men, but
that didn't mean she had to enjoy it, especially from this little gnome.
However, there was no reason not to be civil. "Thank you, Doctor. I guess I
was feeling a bit tired and run down lately."
"Yes, in fact you're actually quite a magnificent specimen," he continued.
"By the way, you never mentioned Alexandra, do you have a boyfriend or a
husband? I think I might like to see more of you."
Alexandra again choose to disregard any possbile sexual overtones in his
remarks. "No one steady. I do date a lot. Of course, if I keep myself
healthy, I may not need to come in again for quite a while." She smiled,
flashing her white teeth.
Dr. Avery examined his fingernails disinterestedly, although inside he
could feel his nervousness and excitement begin to grow. "Well, what about
tonight? Do you have any plans for tonight?"
Alexandra frowned, finally allowing her discomfort to be visible. She
looked at the Doctor suspiciously. "Really, what business is it of yours?"
"I want to get together with you, obviously..."
Some people couldn't take a hint. "Doctor, I appreciate the attention
you've given me inside our professional relationship," she stated
forcefully. "However, please understand that I have absolutely no interest
in getting involved in any other kind of relationship with you." She hoped
that would be the end of it. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Dr. Avery leaned forward and grabbed her shoulder meaningfully, starting
the imprinting process. "You'll be surprised at how convincing I can be. If
you've made any plans for tonight, you may want to call up and cancel them.
I think you're feeling a bit strange."
Alexandra twisted out from his grasp and stood up, intending to march right
out the door. She swayed, suddenly feeling light-headed and dizzy.
"Doctor," she said, trying to regain control of the situation, "I don't
think this is appropriate at all!" Her legs felt weak, and she was having
trouble standing.
"Sit down Alexandra," Dr. Avery stated quietly, but commandingly. "Sit down
and make the call."
Alexandra looked around anxiosuly, as if trying to spot outside assitance.
She put one hand on the desk. "I have to leave now ..."
Dr. Avery stood up, grabbed both of her shoulders, and stood on his toes to
put his face right in front of hers. "You're too sick to leave. As your
doctor, I can't allow it. Now MAKE the call."
Alexandra leaned forward, her face pallid and sweating. "There's no one I
need to call," she managed to force out between deep breaths. "I was just
planning to wash my hair tonight." As she stopped speaking, color started
returning to her cheeks. She looked around in amazement, instantly feeling
better. In fact, she was even starting to feel warm and flushed, as if
comfortably relaxing after a large meal.
Dr. Avery smiled and returned to his chair. "How convenient." He leaned
foward to thumb his intercom. "Miss Swenson, please hold my calls for the
rest of the afternoon." "Well Alexandra, instead of that call, I'd like you
to make another one. Call the most expensive hotel in town and book us a
room in your name."
Alexandra immediately paled. "No, Doctor, you don't undertand. There's
something wrong with me..." Sweat again started to bead on her lips and
forehead. She shivered, suddenly feeling chilled, as if in the grip of a
fever. She tried to stand a second time, but had to double over, overcome
by a sudden wave of nausea. Her pain-wracked eyes looked at him in
confusion.
"Make the call, Alexandra. It will make you feel better. I guarantee it."
Willing to try anything to end her torment, she uncertainly reached one
hand for the phone. As she dialed with trembling fingers, her discomfort
started dissipating. She mumbled something about a room, giving a credit
card number. She then hung up, slumping back into her chair. The bizarre
sensation of pleasurable warmth returned, this time making her feel almost
blissful. "What's happening to me?" "What have you done?"
Dr. Avery smiled at her with fatherly affection. "Haven't you figured it
out yet. That wasn't an iron shot. It's a new drug I developed, an
endorphin analogue. Once injected, it caused you to become imprinted on the
first person who touched you. Guess who that was. From now on, whenever I
give you a command or suggestion, the drug will initiate a very specific
neural cascade. Until you act to obey, you will experience inexorably
growing sensations of physical and psychological distress. As soon as you
obey me, the drug will cause your system to release endorphins as your
internal equilbrium is restored, producing an intense rush of euphoria. The
result is that you will become physically addicted and desperate to hear my
orders. Your main purpose in life will be to feel yourself obeying them.
What do you think of that?"
"You're totally insane. You have no right to do this to me. You can't keep
me here." Her appalled voice rose to a shriek.
Dr. Avery stood up, temporarily ignoring her, and started straightening his
many diplomas. "Sure I can. In fact, instead of leaving, why don't you tell
me that you can't wait to feel my cock between those huge tits of yours."
Alexandra looked at him with shocked outrage. "You can go to hell! Oh no!
I'm feeling sick again." Her arms and legs shuddered involuntarily as the
chills returned, worse than before.
Dr. Avery looked at her disspassionately. "You're just making it harder on
yourself."
She spasmed and again doubled over, starting to dry-heave. Finally she
could stand it no longer. "Uh, uh, I'd like, uh, your cock between my
breasts," she whispered, her face flushing red in embarrassment. She took
deep breaths, as the disconcerting rush of contentment again swept over
her. She hated how good it felt. She was already growing to like it.
"Louder please!"
This time her fight was much briefer. "I'D LIKE YOUR COCK BETWEEN MY
BREASTS! Ohhhh, that feels so good." She unconsciously started stroking
herself, realized what she was doing, and stared at the Doctor with
surprised disbelief.
Dr. Avery exhaled forcefully. "Finally! I'm quite impressed with your
resistance. What a tedious process. Now, why don't you climb on my desk and
start dancing to turn me on." He reached behind him to a built-in stereo
and flicked a switch.
Alexandra stood up uncertainly, her eyes never leaving the Doctor. She
climbed slowly up onto the desk. "I don't want to do this, you know," she
said, as she started slowly undulating to the music. A small moan of
pleasure passing through her lips belied her words.
"I don't think you don't know yourself very well. You actually think it's a
privilege to dance for me. Tell me so." A drop of sweat slowly wended its
way down Dr. Avery's forehead.
Alexandra closed her eyes, squeezing hard as if trying to put herself
somewhere else. "I, I think it's an honor to dance for you," she finally
exhaled. This time her shudder was one of ecstasy.
Dr. Avery squinted forward through his glasses to get a better look. "Tell
me you like it."
"I like dancing for you," Alexandra said, picking each word carefully,
looking very confused. It was hard to remember where she was, what she
wanted. She did seem to like it.
"Tell me you love it. And wiggle your breasts more - where I can see them."
Dr. Avery licked his suddenly dry lips.
Alexandra started slowly shaking her torso from side to side, saying, "I
love dancing for you, Doctor. This is so strange; I don't know what's
happening to me."
"Don't worry about it Alexandra. Your leotard is starting to feel too
tight." He watched Alexandra continue her slow gyrations. Her hands came up
and tentatively began plucking at the sides of her leotard top. "You want
to take it off, just like a stripper on stage."
Alexandra peeled off one strap, then the other. Closing her eyes, she
slowly pulled it down to the top of her skirt, to reveal a black lace bra
that appeared a size too small to maintain her massive cleavage. "Please
don't make me do this," she pleaded halfheartedly.
"Nonsense," blurted Dr. Avery. "I'm your doctor, and I certainly know
what's best for you. Now, take off the bra too, and start fondling your
breasts. You know you love how that feels."
Alexandra inelegantly reached behind herself, and unclasped the bra. It
fell at her high-heeled feet. Her breasts spilled out, very large and
heavy. To the Doctor's trained eye, they appeared to have been artificially
enhanced. As if on their own, her hands came up and started rubbing her
nipples. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, without
being able to think of what it was.
"You're starting to feel aroused Alexandra, very aroused. Now pinch your
nipples for me and tell me how much you want me. You're becoming
uncontrollably horny." The sound of Dr. Avery's zipper loosening was
audible, even over the loud music.
Alexandra pinched her nipples. They had gotten very hard, full and dark.
She was sweating profusely. "I, I ... no, no ... I, I want you, Doctor,"
she gasped out, slowly licking her lips. Her gyrations had gotten more
intense, and her hips were rolling steadily to the music.
Dr. Avery momentarily stood up to unbuckle his belt and slide down his
pants. He sat down and resumed his verbal seduction. "You want to fuck me
between your huge tits. You're desperate for it. You want to fuck me
between your tits and have me come in your face. You've never wanted
anything as much."
Alexandra stared at his cock as if hypnotized. She stopped dancing
abruptly, and sunk to her knees, still atop the desk. Her hands came up and
pushed her breasts together to form a deep, deep cleavage. Steadily panting
breaths emerged from her slightly open mouth.
From his sitting postion, Dr. Avery straight-armed her away, his hands
slipping on her sweaty shoulders. "Not yet bitch," he said, his deep voice
turning cruel with the power he now employed over her. "Beg me for it. And
call me Master."
Alexandra moaned in despair. "No, no, don't make me ... oh, please, come a
bit closer ...please, Master." She continued to stare at his cock,
unblinkingly.
Dr. Avery got up, turned, and walked a few paces away. "That was really
pitiful. Now you have to crawl to me and beg. And you better sound like you
mean it." He reached for his zipper, threateningly.
Her overpowering need overcoming the last vestige of her self-respect,
Alexandra began to beg in earnest. "Oh, please, Master, I want more than
anything else to feel your cock between my breasts, and your cum all over
my face. I will do anything for it ... anything!" She sagged forward, her
white-knuckled hands holding tightly to the edge of the desk.
"CRAWL TO ME Alexandra. NOW!" Dr. Avery's voice cracked like a whip, as an
immense smile covered his face. His unnaturally large organ was rock-hard.
Alexandra climbed down onto the floor, and slowly began crawling toward the
Doctor's feet. She looked up at his cock, one hand playing with an engorged
nipple. He casually batted the side of her head. "Come on. I don't have all
day. You've never been this horny in your whole life. Convince me, or I'm
leaving."
Alexandra looked up at him pleadingly, her torso slowly rocking with the
music and an unheard rhythm in her hips. "Oh, Master, you know how horny I
am for you! I'm incredibly wet! Please, please fuck my tits! Look at how
big they are! Won't that feel wonderful having your cock between them?" She
leaned back on her knees, holding her breasts together again. "I need it
more than anything in my entire life ... please fuck my tits!" Tears of
desperation began flowing down her cheeks.
Savoring the moment, Dr. Avery wheeled his desk chair in front of her and
sat down. His thick 12" cock was throbbing with little pulses. "All right,
begin." His voice was hoarse.
Alexandra sat up straight, and slowly leaned forward. With one hand, she
pushed the Doctor's penis between her breasts. Even her huge tits were
unable to encompass it completely. With a very audible sigh and closed
eyes, she began sliding her torso up and down, her hands keeping his cock
comfortably ensconsed between her breasts. She start smiling a secret inner
smile. Her sweat provided more than adequate lubrication for the tit-fuck.
She was wet in other places as well.
Dr. Avery's hips gyrated in response to her ministrations, first slowly,
then faster and faster. Breath whistled between his clenched teeth. "Not
yet," he groaned. "Tell me you're my slave, Alexandra. Tell me you'll
always be my slave."
Her eyes get as wide as saucers. "Uh, yes, Master, of course, I'll always
be your slave," she managed, between panting breaths.
He was teetering on the brink of a thunderous explosion. "You love being my
slave. Say it. The idea makes you so hot you can't stand it. You're about
to come. Any second now..."
Alexandra was panting uncontrollably. She was bobbing faster and faster on
the Doctor's cock. "Yes, yes, I love being your slave!" she cried. " Thank
you for making me your slave!" Her head was involuntarily thrashing from
side to side as she struggled for breath.
"Touch yourself, damn it! We're about to come together." Alexandra reached
down, frantically pulling aside her leotard and panties to finger herself
madly. "At the count of five - 1...2...3...4...5."
Dr Avery screamed uncontrollably. Alexandra simultaneously began shouting
"YES YES YES ...". Hot jism shot out of his cock and spurted all over her
face, breasts, and hair. With his final ounce of strength, Dr. Avery
reached forward to twist her nipples. Then spent, he lay back in the chair,
gasping, totally satisfied with the afternoon's events. Alexandra rocked
back on her haunches, her hands caressing her breasts, still slick with
cum. Very slowly and hesitantly, she raised one red-nailed finger to her
lips, and delicately licked it, eyes still staring fixedly at the Doctor.
As he gazed back at Alexandra's rapturous cum-covered face, Dr. Avery had
an idea. He hobbled back to his desk and again rang the intercom.
"Miss Swenson, drop everything and come in here immediately."
"Very good, Doctor."