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Unusual Treatment
by The Twisted Carnival (twistedcarnival@aol.com)

***

Chris Rawlins, gynecologist and sociopath, uses his 
medical degree and huge cock to take advantage of a 
married patient. (MF, nc, wife, size)

***

Author's Note: I used to post erotic stories under a 
different pseudonym long ago, but it's been some time 
now. They also tended to be slightly more story-based 
rather than as sex-focused as this one is. 
Nevertheless, if you can manage to guess the pseudonym 
I once posted under, I'd be surprised. 

Since it's been so long, I've assumed the pen name of 
The Twisted Carnival to start fresh, and I decided to 
post one of the stories I wrote during the long period 
in between but had kept unread until now. It's based 
in part on a story I myself read awhile back that I 
really enjoyed, that I decided to take a slice of the 
idea of and completely remake in to my own imaginings. 
The characters are fully my own. 

Whether or not I post more stories, and how often I 
post them, is completely up in the air at this point. 
If you want to see more stories posted by me, you can 
reach me at TwistedCarnival@aol.com to offer any 
feedback you may have. If I get enough, I'll be hard 
pressed not to continue posting. But I do ask that you 
put the name of the story into the subject of the e-
mail you send so I don't confuse it for spam and 
accidentally delete it. Anyways, thanks for reading, 
and enjoy.

***

Chris Rawlins was a thirty-one year old gynecologist. 
He was also a blackmailer and a rapist, but really 
that was just a technicality. After all, he'd never 
been arrested, much less convicted. He knew precisely 
what he'd done, but until and unless someone ever 
managed to prove it, he was as innocent as fresh 
fallen snow. Guilty was for those who got themselves 
caught.

Chris was a sociopath. He knew that, he accepted it. 
He enjoyed it. He lived a life without the 
restrictions of morals and remorse. He saw it as an 
advantage. There was nothing he couldn't do, no line 
he couldn't cross in order to survive. In order to 
ensure the best possible outcome for himself, in any 
situation. Care and respect for his fellow man? HA! He 
only got one life, and with all the pleasures and 
luxuries the world possessed, he wasn't going to waste 
one second of it worrying about the feelings of 
others. 

He was going to suck the world dry of every ounce of 
enjoyment that he could, while he could. Chris wasn't 
worried about an afterlife. He didn't believe in hell. 
But he figured if there was a hell, that was where he 
wanted to go anyways. He was sure it held far more 
interesting people. The idea of sitting around heaven 
all day stagnating in some sort of peaceful bliss with 
angels and the religious goody two-shoes was enough to 
make him gag.

But he wasn't stupid, not like most of the pychos 
cluttering prisons. He was never impulsive, and he had 
no intentions of being caught. After all, he intended 
for his life to go on for quite a while longer yet. 
And he wouldn't be able to enjoy that life nearly as 
much in prison. That wasn't to say that he didn't do 
things that society considered repulsive, horrifying, 
and most definitely illegal. He was just very careful 
about it, and did an excellent job of covering his 
tracks.

For a monster, which Chris had no problems in seeing 
himself as, he'd been born extremely lucky. Not only 
had he grown to be very attractive, but extremely 
smart as well, along with a couple other fortunate 
attributes. By the time he was fifteen, he was already 
in college, and fucking cute coeds in their late teens 
and early twenties. He'd aimed to be a doctor from the 
start. Not out of any desire to help or heal people, 
but for the money. 

He'd known even then that he had no intentions of 
living his life as a poor man, and being able to throw 
those all-important initials in front of your name 
seemed the best way to guarantee a comfortable life. 
Oh, he could've tried to become a corporate executive, 
or the next big inventor or entrepreneur, and he had 
enough intelligence to stand a chance at making it, 
but there were no guarantees there. Genius and a 
business degree didn't guarantee you a fortune, there 
was still a lot of luck involved in business. And as 
for trying to start an invention or business from 
scratch, there was even more luck involved there. 

Plenty of brilliant people had devoted their entire 
lives to trying and still failed. It all depended on 
the changing markets, what investors you were able to 
find, what connections you were lucky enough to meet 
and form. For every success story that made millions 
if not billions, there were far far more failures. No, 
Chris had decided to go the route that offered the 
best guarantee of success, even if the potential 
earnings weren't quite as high. And that was becoming 
a doctor. He hadn't decided on taking up gynecology as 
his specialty until much later, after he'd already 
entered his internship.

By the time Chris turned eighteen he'd already started 
to become sexually jaded. He was all the way there 
before he was even very far into his early twenties. 
He had only himself to blame though. When you were 
very attractive, very confident, and very very good at 
manipulation, it wasn't that hard to convince girls to 
do pretty much whatever you wanted them to. You broke 
down their taboos, painted over their morals, stared 
down at that giant line society had drawn in the dirt 
and stepped over it, dragging the girl after you into 
greater and greater depths of depravity. 

The more kinky and twisted the pleasures he enjoyed, 
the more twisted he wanted them to be, and the more 
utterly boring plain ordinary sex became. Chris never 
latched onto any particular perversion or fetish, he 
enjoyed them all. There were few kinks that he 
couldn't find himself getting into. He reveled in them 
all. Until he finally reached the point where it was 
the pure perversity that he enjoyed, the raw 
wickedness that turned him on. He could still have sex 
with random girls if he chose, could still get a hard-
on and screw their brains out, and could achieve 
orgasm doing so, but it didn't really do anything for 
him. 

It might be pleasurable, but it was boring, a way to 
relieve himself and nothing more, nothing worth 
enjoying or remembering. It wasn't exciting, it didn't 
invigorate him, and rarely could he motivate himself 
to do it except when the pressure from lack of sex 
built up. No, he'd quickly discovered that as jaded as 
he'd become, he needed more. He needed the thrill of 
the forbidden and the obscene, the intoxicating 
pleasure of doing something the world at large 
considered unbelievably immoral, things that most 
people considered vile and sinful. It was better than 
any drink or drug. The sort of thing that was worth 
remembering, and reliving over and over again in his 
mind.

The problem was, rarely did you get the chance to 
enjoy the truly perverse pleasures. At least, to enjoy 
them without drawing the cops down on you. When he'd 
finally chosen gynecology as his specialty, he'd 
already had vague notions of what he wanted that 
position for. Of what he could do with it, if he set 
it up right. He already knew that he couldn't do it 
with any patient connected to him directly, that would 
just be flat out stupid. But with the proper 
expertise, if he passed himself off as someone else, 
in a different place, the sky was the limit. 

And oh had he been right. Over the past half a dozen 
years, he'd taken a few trips like the one he was on 
right now, enjoying anywhere from a couple to more 
than half a dozen women on each one, and he hadn't 
been caught yet. He still occasionally enjoyed 
perversities of other natures, but this had become his 
comfort zone. He'd turned it into an art form of sorts 
and mastered it. And while the women he'd been with 
normally had almost all faded from his memory, he 
could remember almost every woman he'd been with this 
way in near crystal clear detail.

He liked to choose married women, or at least those in 
committed relationships, it enhanced the pleasure for 
him. He didn't outright rape them, he hadn't committed 
direct forcible rape in a long time. It was too easy 
and also far too dangerous, much too likely to get him 
caught. Instead, he'd come up with a way to fuck them 
without them ever truly realizing it, at least the 
first time. A special few he brought back for more, 
and eventually made them completely his before 
leaving.

The thought brought a smile to his face as he stood in 
the office of another gynecologist in Indiana. Chris's 
own practice was in Los Angeles. For his pleasure 
trips though he liked to choose smaller, more out of 
the way places. It all started with getting dirt on 
the targets he'd need to blackmail. First he selected 
a number of likely targets across the continental US. 
Then he made use of a very good and very discreet 
group of detectives, who couldn't even be said to be 
an agency because they worked strictly under the table 
and didn't always use the most legal of methods in 
their investigative practices. 

He'd never given them his name, and they'd never 
asked. He had a client number, and that was all. He 
paid them in cash, and they were quite expensive, but 
they provided excellent service, and they'd never let 
him down yet. They dug into his targets, did all the 
necessary research, and if there were any skeletons in 
the closet, they found them. That was what he needed, 
other gynecologists who had something they needed kept 
hidden, something they couldn't afford to have 
released to the public, with at least one nurse who 
could be similarly blackmailed. At that point, targets 
selected, he would create a fake identity, complete 
with ID and degree, and then move on to the next step.

Having taken a vacation from his actual practice, he 
would head out to wherever his targets resided, proof 
of their darkest secrets in hand, and confront them. 
He gave them a very simple choice. Either they would 
go along with what he wanted, or he would reveal 
whatever they wanted kept hidden to the world. Not 
once yet had he ever been refused, but then given the 
kind of dirt he made sure he had before approaching 
his targets to begin with, there was no surprise 
there.

The office Chris currently stood in belonged to a Dr. 
Harold Crosby. Crosby had no idea who Chris truly was, 
he knew only the fake identity Chris had assumed for 
now, and that was the way Chris wanted it. More than 
one doctor had gone down for what Chris had done in a 
given place well after Chris had already departed, 
which is why Chris never stayed on a trip for longer 
than two or three weeks. Most of Chris's... Special 
patients never got up the nerve to speak up, but every 
so often there'd be one who'd find the courage to go 
to the cops with a complaint months down the road 
after it had happened. Of course, by the time it was 
investigated, Chris was already long gone, with 
nothing whatsoever to lead back to him, not even the 
doctor and nurse who'd been used in his scheme.

Dr. Crosby was guilty of prescribing painkillers to 
patients who didn't exist. His nurse was guilty of 
passing the prescriptions on to her boyfriend, a drug 
dealer who got the painkillers out on the street. They 
were all making quite a bit of money off of it, for 
now. It was extremely foolish though. It was only a 
matter of time until Crosby was caught. Sooner or 
later the drug dealing boyfriend would get arrested 
and would give them up, or a pharmacist would notice 
the number of drugs being prescribed by a certain 
doctor, or some accountant would notice discrepancies 
in records, it was always something.

It was almost impossible to pull off something like 
that without leaving traces, which is why Chris had 
never done it for extra cash himself. And if Crosby 
had been one of those rare few who had found some way 
to cover the tracks of such an operation, the 
detectives Chris had hired never would've been able to 
find it all out in the first place. Sooner or later 
Crosby's secret was going to be exposed, but Crosby 
himself was too stupid to realize that. For now both 
doctor and nurse believed the secret could be kept 
safe, and they were both terrified of prison, so Chris 
was going to use that to his advantage while he still 
could. 

When the doctor had found out what Chris would do, 
he'd been horrified, the nurse had been far less so. 
Much more pragmatic about the whole thing, that one. 
Regardless though, once it had been clear that Chris 
not only knew what they were up to, but had evidence 
of their crimes that he could send to the cops, they'd 
both been all too quick to agree to help him in 
whatever ways he needed.

What he'd needed from Dr. Crosby was simple. Chris 
would be pretending to be a colleague of Crosby's, a 
Dr. Frank Cash, who'd be temporarily helping with 
Crosby's practice. Crosby would be pretending to be 
overworked, and overloaded with patients. And Chris, 
aka Dr. Cash, would be helping him out by filling in 
for him with certain patients over the course of the 
next few weeks, until the case load settled back down.

All Crosby had to do was let Chris stay in his office, 
pick out certain patients to examine in his stead, 
grant him the use of one of his exam rooms, and back 
Chris's story to anyone who asked, in fact going so 
far as to assure them that he'd known Frank Cash for a 
long time and that the man was one of the finest 
doctors he'd ever met. Simple. He never had to involve 
himself with what Chris actually did, and in a few 
weeks it would all be over. 

The nurse had a more direct role. She would be there 
for the examinations, acting to reassure the patients 
with her very presence that nothing untoward was going 
on, and she'd also need to explain something to the 
patients which would sound far more believable coming 
from her. So just yesterday he'd spent the entire day 
going over with her precisely what it was she'd need 
to say, and drilling into her head the fact that she 
had to remain completely cool and collected, that 
despite what she'd be seeing she couldn't give any 
sign whatsoever to the patients that anything out of 
the normal was going on. Only once he'd been 
absolutely certain that she had it all down and would 
be able to hold up when the time came had he been 
satisfied.

That morning, before the practice had opened, he'd 
hidden a small recorder in the waiting room, capable 
of transmitting both video and sound. Chris was now 
sitting in Crosby's office as the good doctor went 
about treating his regular patients. On the desk 
before him was his own personal laptop, receiving two 
sets of signals. One from the waiting room, the other 
from three different recorders he'd hidden in a 
particular exam room that he'd ordered Crosby to leave 
empty for his sole usage. Right now he was just 
watching the waiting room as the patients entered and 
exited. He could be a patient man when he needed to 
be, and sometimes it could take a couple days before 
he'd spot a likely target. There was no point in 
rushing things out of raw excitement and picking a 
target that didn't meet his standards. He knew he'd 
enjoy things much more if he just waited for the 
perfect one to come along.

It was nearing the end of the day when he finally 
spotted a likely target. Blonde, rather pretty face in 
a girl-next-door sort of way, yet with body language 
that spoke to a bit of insecurity. Chris watched as 
the woman seated herself in the waiting room, studied 
her. Right away he noticed the ring on her left hand. 
She was either engaged or married, good. She had light 
green eyes, a cute nose, well-shaped features. 

All-in-all her face gave off a vague air of innocence, 
a sort of sweetness that definitely enhanced the girl-
next-door vibe. Her clothes weren't very revealing, 
but from what he could see she didn't have a bad body 
either. And from the way she held herself in the 
chair, the faint nervousness she showed in her 
movements, the way she looked at and reacted to those 
few others in the waiting room, told him a lot about 
her personality. He wouldn't know with certainty until 
he had her in the exam room, but she was the perfect 
candidate.

Reaching over to the side of the desk he pressed a 
button on another device he'd set there earlier. Linda 
Braden, the nurse he'd roped into this scheme, was 
carrying a short-range receiver that would beep in 
response. It was a way to page her without leaving any 
sorts of phone records.

It took a little over a minute, but finally the office 
door opened and the nurse slipped in. Mrs. Braden was 
a very attractive woman in her early thirties, but in 
a far more sultry way from the target he'd just 
selected. Linda had dark hair, smoky grey eyes, and 
features which almost always drew your eyes to her 
full sensual lips. Around 5'6", with easily D cup 
breasts, under different circumstances she might've 
made an interesting target herself. But he had someone 
else in mind at the moment. Beckoning the nurse around 
to his side of the desk, he pointed the blonde woman 
out to her on the computer screen.

"I want you to take that woman through the usual 
procedures, get her into my exam room, inform Dr. 
Crosby that I'll be taking over this woman's case, and 
then bring me her chart," he told Linda in a smooth, 
even voice.

"Yes sir. Doctor," she corrected herself, her 
expression betraying nothing as she gave a short nod 
before turning and leaving the room.

Turning his attention back to the laptop, Chris 
switched the video from the waiting room over to the 
exam room. He didn't have to wait very long before the 
nurse led the woman into the room. He watched her take 
her blood pressure, listened as she asked a few 
routine questions and surprisingly a few non-routine 
ones, and all the while he studied the woman, her 
reactions, and her body language. 

Everything he saw pointed toward her being a viable 
candidate, and the more it was confirmed in his mind, 
the more excited he found himself getting. Enough that 
he had to focus on taking long deep breaths for a 
moment, forcing himself to calm. He had to stay in 
complete control, had to retain his professional 
expression and demeanor. His cue wasn't far off, and 
he needed to be completely composed for his first 
impression on the woman.

He'd just finished regaining complete composure when 
he saw Linda point the woman to an exam gown in the 
corner and then excuse herself from the room. Chris 
almost felt like he had ice water in his veins as he 
watched the woman begin to undress, which was how it 
should be. That icy feeling running through him was a 
part of his control, and helped him manage himself 
until the time was right. It allowed him to survey the 
woman with an almost mechanical detachment, without 
letting hormones start to build up and interfere with 
his thinking.

And as the woman slipped out of her clothes, Chris 
found that she did have a very nice body. She was 
perhaps 5'7", but slim, with firm breasts that he'd 
have guessed were around a C cup, capped by delicious-
looking rosy pink nipples. She had no pubic hair, she 
either shaved or waxed it entirely. And she had a firm 
ass as well, which told him she exercised enough to 
keep it that way.

Linda came back into the office while Chris was 
watching the blonde woman undress, and he just held up 
a finger to indicate that the nurse should wait, 
continuing to watch with a critical eye until the 
woman had slipped completely into the exam gown. Only 
then did he finally turn his attention to Linda and 
beckon her over. The nurse approached and held out the 
chart to him, which he took and quickly flipped 
through.

Mary Vaille, twenty-six years old. Married for over 
three years, no children as of yet. She'd had a clean 
bill of health in the past, and was in today for a 
regular run-of-the-mill exam. Chris looked over the 
chart carefully, nodded to himself, and finally turned 
his attention to Linda. "I noticed you tossed in a 
little small talk with the patient along with the 
usual questions. You know her?" he queried.

"Only through the job, I've usually been the nurse to 
handle her since she started coming here over five 
years ago. I've always added the small talk to try to 
help her feel a little more comfortable. She's always 
seemed to appreciate the friendliness, and she seems 
to think a little more highly of me for it," Linda 
answered. She was telling the truth, Chris had picked 
up on enough of her signals the day before to tell.

"Excellent, then she should trust you all the more for 
it. That only helps things. Now, you still remember 
what you need to say and do, every detail?" Chris 
asked, meeting her eyes with a cold, intense gaze.

"I remember. I won't screw up," Linda replied, her 
expression neutral. She met his gaze head on for 
several seconds, but finally averted her eyes. He 
believed the assessment he'd made of her yesterday was 
accurate. She was either emotionally numb, or a bit of 
a socio herself. She may or may not have moral 
objections to what she'd be helping him do, but if she 
did they weren't strong enough to make her feel 
repulsed by it or guilty about it. She'd simply 
accepted it, far better and far easier than Crosby 
had. In truth, Chris thought she was probably 
emotionally submissive and dependent. She needed to 
latch on to others, needed to follow someone else's 
lead. 

It would explain her lousy choice in a boyfriend, and 
her going along with Crosby's foolishness even though 
she otherwise seemed like a fairly smart woman. It 
would also explain her easy acceptance of her role in 
Chris's scheme. He projected strength, confidence, and 
she followed it. Even if he hadn't had evidence of her 
being part of a felony, he might've been able to 
convince her to go along with his scheme despite. Yes, 
she definitely would've made an interesting target 
under different circumstances.

"Good, because you know what will happen if you do," 
Chris told her with a casual smile, before reaching 
out and hitting a few bottoms on the keyboard of his 
laptop. A symbol quickly appeared in the corner of the 
screen, confirming to him that the video feeds from 
the exam room were now recording, and would capture 
everything that happened for his reviewing pleasure 
later. Only then did he finally rise from his chair, 
adding "Let's go introduce Mrs. Vaille to her new 
doctor."

As they exited the office, Chris schooled his 
expression into precisely what he wanted it to be. 
Bored yet friendly, as if he was a nice guy in the 
middle of a routine he'd been through thousands of 
times before. First impressions were key in situations 
like this. The woman was already probably slightly 
uncomfortable from the thought of the traditional 
exam, his appearance and manner had to make her more 
comfortable, not less. He was a new doctor, an 
unknown, he had to put her at ease, make her relax and 
place in him the usual trust that went with his 
position and authority. If his manner put her ill at 
ease, or made her mistrust him, thing became much much 
more difficult.

They walked to the exam room together, and Chris 
gestured for Linda to enter first. The sight of the 
nurse would offer comfort, reassurance. Taking a deep 
breath as the nurse walked in and making certain one 
last time that his expression was where he wanted, 
only then did he follow her through the door.

Mary Vaille's eyes were fixed on him, and he knew what 
she saw. A Caucasian man that, though just over 
thirty, was still often confused for being in his mid 
to late twenties. He stood around 5'10", with medium-
length dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes. His eyes 
were probably his best feature, "innocent yet 
alluring" he'd had one girl describe them once. He'd 
also had quite a few girls tell him he had the most 
beautiful eyes they'd ever seen. If eyes were truly 
windows to the soul, than monsters must be beautiful 
things, because his eyes showed nothing of the dark 
mind that lurked beneath the surface. 

Chris had a fit body, although the blue scrubs he was 
wearing didn't show it off much. His features were 
finely sculpted, not rough in the slightest. In fact, 
he'd heard them described as pretty more often than 
handsome, and they gave him a very attractive but 
vaguely androgynous look. That actually helped him a 
great deal in what he did, because while not all girls 
were into that particular type of look, they almost 
universally found it non-threatening. 

Had he looked like a bad boy, however attractive he 
might've been, they would've been far less likely to 
relax and trust him in the very short time they'd be 
around him in this kind of atmosphere. Instead, he 
appeared harmless. He'd even had a few patients assume 
he was gay. That made them relax far more easily, made 
them much less likely to grow suspicious later. In 
fact, as she looked at him, Mary's expression showed 
confusion, but not an increase in nervousness. Good.

"Mrs. Vaille, hi. I'm Dr. Frank Cash," he told the 
woman, offering a friendly smile, keeping his 
expression fixed. He couldn't seem to be trying too 
hard, it had to seem like he was just treating one 
more patient in a sea of others.

"Uhm, hi," she responded, still looking confused but 
not nervous. "Where's Dr. Crosby?"

"Unfortunately, because of a few complications his 
patients have had lately, Dr. Crosby's case load has 
gotten backed up. I'm a colleague of his that he asked 
to come in and help him with it until things got 
settled. If you like, I'm more than capable of taking 
care of your exam in his stead. Or, if you're 
uncomfortable having another doctor perform it, you're 
free to reschedule your appointment instead, but it 
could be a few weeks to a month before Dr. Crosby is 
able to see you himself," Chris explained in a calm, 
steady voice.

It was important that he offered the woman that 
choice. They couldn't feel pressured to let him 
perform the exam, like they were being forced into the 
use of a strange doctor. That was almost certain to 
put them in a bad state of mind. Instead, he gave them 
the sense that it was their decision. That they were 
free to leave, and that they chose for themselves to 
go through with the exam. It also showed him an 
important aspect of their personality, because if they 
didn't choose to let him do the exam, then odds were 
they were too suspicious and uncomfortable about using 
a different doctor to have made workable targets after 
all. It could be said that this was the first of a few 
tests that helped him decide for certain that a target 
was the right one for his special attentions. 

If a woman failed this test, she got to reschedule as 
he'd said. If she failed any of the later tests, he 
concluded the usual exam and then just let her go 
without moving on to the far more interesting part. He 
needed women that fit one of a number of very specific 
mental profiles, because if there was a problem, he 
couldn't afford it being until after his pleasure trip 
had concluded and he was already gone.

He saw her mulling it over for several seconds, saw 
her studying his features as she considered. He knew 
what was running through her head. She'd already 
worked her schedule around to come here today, had 
already gotten nervous about having to go through the 
exam. She'd already come here and waited. Did she 
really want to put it off and have to do it all over 
again when she could get through it now if she just 
trusted in the cute young doctor? "Alright, Dr. Cash, 
I guess for today, you're my doctor," she finally 
answered.

"Great, let's get started then," Chris replied, 
offering her another smile and maintaining the same 
bored friendly expression. Over the next several 
minutes he asked her several more routine questions 
and ran the boring initial basics of the exam in a 
methodical professional manner. The entire time he 
studied her responses. She took direction well, acting 
quickly and without hesitation, a very good sign. She 
seemed to relax a bit as it went on, seemed to warm up 
a little around him, another very good sign.

Then came the time for breast exam. She seemed a 
little nervous, but from what he read from her eyes 
and expression, it was much more likely to be because 
he was attractive, which Dr. Crosby was not, than 
because she was uncomfortable with him. She took a few 
deep breaths to calm herself as he had her open her 
gown to expose both her breasts, and he had to resist 
the urge to use the same calming method. 

Instead he just narrowed his eyes a little and 
focused, once more working on getting his blood to act 
more like ice water as he reached in and his fingers 
came in contact with the soft flesh of the woman's 
right breast. He had to give the woman one thing, she 
had fantastic tits. Decent size, great shape, and nice 
perky responsive nipples. The edge of his finger only 
barely brushed against her nipple and he could feel it 
stiffen a little even from that much contact.

This was where the second test came in, and everything 
so far had indicated he should go ahead with it. He 
knew how to conduct a proper purely professional 
breast exam, but instead he went just a little 
farther. Letting his fingers slide over the skin of 
her breast just a bit more than necessary, letting his 
hand come in contact with her nipple a bit more than 
it probably should. Not enough so that it was clearly 
deliberate, after all he didn't want it to be obvious 
by any means, he did it just enough so that there 
would still be a clear question in her mind whether or 
not it was accidental, while still getting a bit more 
of a feel of her breast than a normal doctor would 
during the exam. And that was the test, if she raised 
a complaint even though the prolonged contact might be 
accidental, the test was failed, as she proved herself 
to be too likely to be a problem.

If she kept quiet and simply accepted the contact, she 
passed. And Mary Vaille passed with flying colors, not 
only did she not raise an objection, but by the time 
he was done with her right breast her nipple was as 
stiff as if it had just had ice rubbed over it, and 
she was ever so slightly flushed. She definitely found 
him attractive, alright. And not only that, but she 
was able to enjoy the contact despite the situation. 
Definitely a great sign. 

He repeated the process on her left breast, again 
using just a bit more contact than was professional, 
but keeping the friendly but bored expression on his 
face the entire time. He barely had to touch her left 
nipple before it was completely hard, and her flush 
deepened a little as his fingers slid lightly and 
deftly over the soft skin of her breast. By the time 
he had her close the top of the gown, he had to 
repress a smile of a far more predatory sort. He was 
almost certain this target would pan out.

"No lumps, no abnormalities. Everything seems normal 
so far," he told her as he pulled back. "Alright, 
please lie down and put your feet in the stirrups."

Turning to the nurse, he gestured for Linda to bring a 
tray that was sitting in the corner of the room over. 
Then turning back, he grabbed a nearby stool and 
pulled it over to the foot of the table as Mary 
complied with his request, guiding her feet into the 
stirrups and in so doing exposing the bare pussy 
underneath her gown to him. 

The stirrups were positioned a bit higher over the 
table than usual, but not so much that the patient was 
likely to notice. However, it did cause the 
positioning of the exam gown to block even more of her 
view of what was going on between her legs than usual, 
which would be important later. Linda pulled the tray 
over beside the stool, her face still carefully 
neutral, and with a nod of acknowledgement he motioned 
her back to her earlier spot.

Reaching into a box on the tray's second shelf, he 
pulled out a pair of latex gloves and began slipping 
them on. Now would come the final test. Glancing at 
Mary's face over the gown between her feet, he found 
she still looked a little nervous, and he gave her a 
reassuring smile. "Ready?" he asked, waiting for her 
nod before he picked up the tube of lubricant from the 
top of the tray, squirted some onto his gloves, and 
then carefully reached in.

Once more he went just a bit outside the norm, as he 
examined her vulva, clit, and the hot gash between 
with gloved fingers. Again he was very familiar with 
how to do a proper exam, but again he used just a bit 
more contact than necessary. He let his fingers rub 
against the lips of her cunt just a bit more than he 
should, let his fingers stroke her clit just a little 
as he examined it. Again just enough that it could 
still be mistaken for an accident, and again with the 
express purpose of seeing whether she raised a 
complaint or not. Not only did she not say a word, but 
her clit stiffened a little with the stroking. 

Repressing another smile, he positioned the tip of his 
gloved index finger at the entrance to her pussy and 
gently pressed inwards, just watching as his finger 
quickly vanished into the married woman, feeling her 
warm tunnel enveloping more and more of his finger 
through the latex, until it was finally inside her to 
the third knuckle. 

She was decently tight, not extremely tight, but 
enough to tell him that her husband's cock was 
probably only average in terms of thickness. Carefully 
he rotated his finger, feeling along the inner walls 
of her vagina. Then, to complete the test, he slid his 
finger just a little bit in and out of her pussy a few 
times, glancing up at her face as he did so. Her eyes 
were closed and she was taking deep breaths again, but 
she didn't say a word. She definitely passed.

Now came the part that didn't help the mood much, but 
was necessary for the deception to come. Placing a 
worried look on his face, which Mary should be able to 
plainly read when she eventually looked, he reached 
over and got the speculum from the nearby tray. He did 
that particular part of the exam, including the 
cervical swab, in a purely professional manner. 
However, he made sure to take note of the placement of 
her cervix and the depth of the vaginal channel. 

While it wasn't nearly as deep as it would be when she 
was fully aroused, nor how deep it could become with a 
proper pounding, Chris had become very adept over time 
at judging just how much a woman would likely be able 
to handle, and just how much they wouldn't. It was the 
final determining factor, and there'd been a number of 
women he'd ruled out because he felt they wouldn't be 
able to handle the special examination. However, Mary 
was just deep enough that he figured once she was 
properly aroused, she'd be able to handle it, with 
some work. The entire time he kept that worried 
expression on his face, and by the time he withdrew 
the speculum and turned his eyes back to her face, he 
could see her watching him with a worried look on her 
face as well.

"Is something wrong?" she asked him before he'd even 
had a chance to say anything.

Chris placed the speculum back on the tray, making it 
seem for a few seconds as if he was considering his 
words as he slipped his gloves off. "I think you may 
have developed a condition called varcotropathartic 
mellozocranthynocysm," he told her, a lie. There was 
no such condition, but it had a complex name, which 
was important. 

In the day and age of the internet, if you told 
someone they had a strange disease, they'd be looking 
up everything they could about it before the end of 
the day. He'd come up with the name because by the 
time the women he dealt with got home, most of them 
couldn't remember precisely how it was pronounced, and 
those who could remember would be confused about how 
precisely it was spelled. And the beauty of it was, 
even if they did remember the proper pronunciation and 
guessed right at the spelling, most of them would 
still assume they'd gotten the spelling wrong when 
they couldn't find anything, even after trying 
multiple spelling variations. And if any of them ever 
did figure out the condition didn't exist, odds were 
it wouldn't be until they spoke with another doctor 
and asked them about it, well after he was already 
long gone.

"I've never heard of that. Is it bad?" Mary asked, her 
worry clear in her voice.

"It was discovered less than a year ago. It's caused 
by some new bacterial mutations. You see, these 
bacteria lodge themselves within the vaginal wall and 
over time begin to cause complications with the 
surrounding tissue and immune system, which can lead 
to some really bad infections and a host of other 
medical problems. Nothing life-threatening though. 

"You're lucky that if it does prove to be this 
condition, we've caught it at a very early stage and 
it's easily treatable. The complications can take 
weeks, even months to begin to occur, and it's only 
once they have that it becomes much more difficult to 
treat," he informed her. That should about do it, he 
needed it to sound important, but he didn't want her 
outright panicked. "Unfortunately," he added, "Testing 
for it is still in its infancy."

That was enough to concern her. "But you can test for 
it, right, doctor?" she asked, sounding even more 
worried.

"Well, we currently have two working methods of 
testing. The first involves taking just a few skin 
cells from the inner walls of the vagina, a harmless 
process I assure you, and then sending them off to a 
lab for analysis. Unfortunately, it can often take a 
month to six weeks before you get results, by which 
time the bacteria could've already begun causing 
complications, which would make treatment far more 
difficult. The other method of testing uses a device 
that was developed only recently. With its help, I can 
do an extensive examination and have results in less 
than an hour. 

"If it turns out you do have the condition in its 
early stage, I can give you some medication that'll 
clear it up and have you cured within a few days. 
However, the device and the exam are a little 
invasive, and some women can find it uncomfortable, 
embarrassing, and even a little painful," he explained 
to her.

"And I don't suppose you could just give me the 
medication without the exam?" she asked, smiling wryly 
to try to cover up her nervousness.

"Unfortunately no. Legally I can't prescribe you drugs 
for a condition that I'm not certain you have. That's 
why we're required to test for it first," he replied 
evenly.

She nodded, as if she'd expected as much. She seemed 
to be trying to build up her courage. "Alright, I 
guess I'll do the exam. What exactly does it involve?" 
she finally asked, still clearly nervous.

"Great. You've got nothing to worry about, Mrs. 
Vaille. You might not even have the condition, and 
even if you do, like I said we'll have it cleared up 
in no time. I need to get the device from storage. The 
nurse will explain the details of the exam while I'm 
gone. You're going to be fine," he told her, offering 
her another friendly smile and reaching out to give 
the side of her knee a reassuring pat. She seemed a 
little relieved as she stared at his face, finally 
nodding and offering a small smile in return.

Turning, he strode confidently from the room, only to 
hurry down the hall to the office once he'd closed the 
door behind him. Slipping into the office, he moved 
over to the desk and dropped into his chair, turning 
up the volume on the laptop so he could listen in on 
the audio feed and watch Mary's reactions while Linda 
went over everything.

Linda had just started in on the speech that had been 
prepared yesterday, the audio picked it up mid-
sentence. "Take anywhere from fifteen minutes to an 
hour," she was saying. "See, the device is inserted 
into the vagina, it takes bacterial readings from the 
vaginal canal, and it's readings get displayed every 
so often at the base of the device. Unfortunately it 
takes a varying number of readings to get definitive 
results, that's why the procedure can take differing 
amounts of time. 

"Also, and this is the embarrassing part, in order to 
take proper readings, the device requires steady 
friction. The response of the vaginal walls over time 
is how it takes its readings and determines whether 
the bacteria is present," Linda told her. Chris smiled 
a little. That was why it was so important for this 
speech to come from a female nurse while he was out of 
the room. It sounded far more believable that way. A 
number of his special patients would've had much 
greater difficulty buying it had it come from him.

"What do you mean by friction, exactly?" Mary asked.

Linda even had the grace to blush a little, excellent. 
"It means that the device has to move back and forth 
within the vaginal canal. It's the only way to create 
the proper friction. I know, I know," Linda said, 
holding up her hands at Mary's incredulous and 
slightly suspicious look. "It sounds out there. But 
it's a serious condition. My sister's friend caught it 
and let it go untreated, and now she's in the hospital 
once or twice a month from the complications, and they 
still haven't gotten it fully treated. I know an exam 
like this can be uncomfortable, but trust me, if you 
can get this condition diagnosed and treated now 
before it starts causing you problems, then you 
definitely want to."

Mary seemed to take Linda's words at face value, at 
least she gave no signs that she thought the nurse was 
lying to her. Instead she just looked dismayed. "And 
there's really no other way?"

"Unless you want to take a huge risk by waiting a 
month or more with the other method? No. But it's 
alright, I watched Dr. Crosby perform this exam on 
another patient just a couple weeks ago, and the 
doctors are completely professional about it. And I'll 
be right here the entire time," Linda told her, moving 
over to take Mary's hand in both of hers. "Dr. Cash 
was right, there's really nothing to be worried about, 
and it'll be over before you know it."

Mary looked a little reassured, and just nodded. "I 
guess I've just got to bear through it and get it over 
with, right?"

Bingo, she'd bought it. Chris couldn't help the wide 
grin that spread over his face. And since that was his 
cue, Chris quickly pulled out a nearby desk drawer and 
reached in, extracting the rectangular box containing 
the device, which he'd placed there earlier. Closing 
the drawer and turning the volume back down on the 
laptop, Chris rose to his feet and once more made his 
way out of the office and back down the hall. Taking a 
quick second to wipe the grin off his face and 
recompose his features into the bored but friendly 
expression he'd been wearing earlier, he slipped back 
into the exam room.

"I assume Linda's explained the procedure to you?" 
Chris asked as he strode back over to the exam table, 
box in hand.

"Yes, she did. Is that the device, can I see it?" Mary 
asked, looking at the box.

"Of course," Chris responded, walking over to a 
cabinet at one end of the room, lifting the top off 
it, and extracting the device. It was just over eleven 
inches long and very thick. 

From what he'd seen of Mary's pussy earlier, it was 
likely far, far bigger than her husband's cock, and 
probably considerably bigger than anything she'd had 
inside her before. The device was vaguely shaped like 
a cock with no balls, but designed to look as little 
like one as possible. It's base color was a gray 
metallic, which even though the texture wasn't at all 
metal, still made it much more closely resemble a 
metal column than a fleshy one. It also had streaks of 
other colors at key positions on its surface. 

As he pressed one of two buttons set into the very 
base of the device, caused a number of tiny lights 
hidden beneath the outside texture to begin blinking, 
so that you could see little colors flashing under the 
surface of the texture, even though you couldn't feel 
the lights themselves by touching it. The greatest 
collection of blinking lights were along the sides of 
the tip, which drew attention away from the fact that 
it was flared slightly, much like the head of a penis. 
It had no ridge, that would've been way too obvious, 
yet if you paid close enough attention it still 
vaguely felt like the head of a cock, it simply didn't 
look much like one. 

On the shaft just above the base of the device was a 
tiny display that now that it was turned on, showed a 
few rows of 0's and a couple symbols, looking very 
much like something waiting to receive data of some 
kind. While the overall phallic shape of the device 
couldn't be hidden, it at least made it seem as if the 
device itself was actually some kind of meaningful 
instrument. 

Chris often thought that no one seriously considered 
it to be a dildo because if it was, it would be the 
poorly designed dildo of the year 2500, and after all, 
who would waste the time making something like that so 
pointlessly flashy? However a dildo was almost 
precisely what it was, with a couple added features. 
The blinking lights did nothing but look flashy, and 
the display did nothing but show zeros when one button 
was pressed, and then random numbers when the other 
button was pressed. 

The most important feature was that when the other 
button was pressed, rather than vibrating like any 
rational dildo, the device instead generated warmth. 
Body-heat level warmth to be precise. With the 
specially designed outer texture thrown in, it made 
the device, regardless of how it looked, feel 
deceptively like a huge cock.

Stepping over, Chris held the device out so Mary could 
look at it. "See, these sensors take readings from 
along the vaginal canal," Chris told her, gesturing to 
all the blinking lights up and down along the length 
of the device. "And every so often they display their 
readings here," he went on, pointing to the display 
near the base.

Mary's eyes widened at the sight of the device. "That 
thing's huge!" she exclaimed in shock, not even really 
taking note of the phallic shape of the device in 
light of its size. "You really have to put that whole 
thing inside me?"

"I'm afraid so," Chris confirmed. Taking in her still 
worried expression, he added, "It's not too late you 
know. If you'd rather, we could always go with the 
other testing method and hope nothing goes wrong in 
the intervening time before I get your results."

Mary studied his face. He looked as bored and 
professional as he could. He wanted to project the 
sense that he'd done this a number of times before, 
that it was no big deal, and that he had nothing 
vested in her decision, he'd be fine if she chose not 
to do it, he was just trying to help her. Apparently 
she picked up on it and it helped to settle her nerves 
a little, because she closed her eyes and took several 
deep breaths before nodding. "No, I want this done 
today, so... Let's do it, just... Be careful, 
alright?" she asked.

Offering a friendly smile, he nodded. She'd just 
basically confirmed for him that she'd never had 
anything near the size of the device inside her pussy 
before, which sent a surge of pleasure through him, 
although he didn't let it show. "Alright, a couple 
more things I should let you know then before we get 
started. Every couple minutes I'll be extracting the 
device from you fully so that I can closely study the 
most recent readings, and reapply lubricant when and 
if necessary. Don't worry about it, it's completely 
routine and will be done a number of times. 

"When the exam is completely finished, I'll let you 
know. Also, the device's operation generates some 
heat. It should cause the device to feel relatively 
warm, but not hot enough to be uncomfortable at all. 
It shouldn't happen, but if the device should start to 
feel hot, just let me know, alright?" Chris prompted. 
He knew that it wouldn't get hot, but he didn't want 
her thinking the device's warm temperature strange, 
and the show of concern never hurt.

When she nodded, Chris moved back around to the foot 
of the exam table. Linda had moved the stool away 
while Chris had been showing Mary the device, and 
Chris moved into a standing position where he'd been 
sitting earlier. The table and Mary's own gown 
obstructed her view of most of his body except for his 
lower chest up, and even a decent part of the tray was 
hidden from her sight. 

Because of the position of the stirrups, her butt was 
already positioned right at the edge of the exam 
table, perfect. Pressing the device's second button so 
it could start warming up, Chris then reached down to 
the tray, grabbing the tube of lubricant and squirting 
a generous amount of lube onto the device. Setting the 
tube back down, he quickly smeared the lubricant over 
most of the large shaft of the device. Finally he 
looked up, finding Mary watching his face. "Ready?" he 
prompted.

"I guess so," she responded, her voice still betraying 
her nervousness.

"Then here we go," he said, taking a grip on the 
device so that his fingers circled almost all the way 
around the very base and left most of the shaft 
exposed. Guiding it in, he glanced up at Mary's face. 
Since she couldn't see what was going on, her 
expression was one of nervous anticipation, and she 
jumped a little when the tip of the device finally 
came to rest against the lips of her pussy. 

Her own jumpiness caused her to blush, and she turned 
her eyes away from him. Looking back down, Chris 
carefully positioned the tip of the huge device at the 
entrance to the married woman's hole and began to 
press inwards. It took a few seconds of pressure, but 
finally Chris saw the woman's pussy stretch open and 
the tip of the device vanish inside her.

Mary let out a small grunt of pain as Chris pressed 
about an inch more of the flashy dildo into her pussy. 
It was clear from the way the lips of her cunt 
stretched tight around the invader that she'd 
definitely never had something that thick inside her 
before, but Chris knew the discomfort she was feeling 
now was only temporary. Soon enough she'd adjust to 
the thickness, and eventually to the length as well, 
and after that it'd be smooth sailing. 

Chris just continued driving the device deeper inside 
her, watching inch after inch of it vanish into the 
married woman's hole. The device had already warmed up 
to body temperature, which meant it must already feel 
to Mary as if a huge cock were sliding deep into her 
cunt. Her face was scrunched up a little though, and 
it was clear she was in some discomfort as he slid the 
seventh inch of the device inside her, probably 
already going deeper than her husband's cock ever had. 
He was only able to get about half an inch more inside 
her after that, leaving over three and a half inches 
of the device on the outside, but it was alright, 
she'd deepen soon.

"There, that was the toughest part, Mrs. Vaille. It 
should get easier from here," Chris told her with a 
confident but professional smile. Gritting her teeth a 
little, Mary nodded, her eyes suddenly fixing on his 
face again. Watching the attractive prettiness of his 
features perhaps, because as he slid the large device 
almost all the way out of her married cunt, and then 
slowly but steadily drove it back inside her, he found 
this time it slid in almost up to the eighth inch. Her 
pussy was already starting to become more aroused just 
as a defense mechanism to better handle the size of 
the object invading it, and looking at his face was 
probably only helping the process.

Chris established a slow but steady pace of drawing 
the big object almost all the way out of the woman's 
tight hole, before pushing it smoothly back into her. 
The thickness of the device was such that he could see 
the lips of her pussy gripping it and drawing inwards 
a little with every stroke of the object inside her. 
After several such strokes the discomfort on Mary's 
face began to lessen a bit, and her skin started to 
once more become the tiniest bit flushed. Her eyes 
were still fixed on his face as he worked the huge 
object steadily in and out of her married pussy and 
over time he was able to go just a little bit deeper 
with his strokes, bit by bit slipping more and more of 
the device inside her. 

Finally on one of the inward strokes he reached in 
with his left hand and let his thumb ever so slightly 
brush against by-now very stiff clit. It was something 
that wouldn't be easily construed as an accident, 
although it could be seen as one if you were set on 
it, and he kept his eyes fixed on Mary for a reaction. 

The woman emitted a soft gasp, and a split second of 
guilt entered her features, probably a thought of her 
husband, but her eyes remained fixed on his face and 
she didn't say anything. After that, every five or six 
strokes of the device he would let one of the fingers 
of his left hand brush ever so slightly against the 
woman's clit, not enough contact to get her really 
worked up, but just enough to help her arousal along a 
little.

By the time the first couple minutes of the supposed 
'exam' had passed, he was sliding about nine inches of 
the very thick device in and out of her cunt. Almost 
all the discomfort was gone from her face, and she was 
becoming much more flushed as the sensation obviously 
turned more and more pleasurable to her. He was no 
longer able to keep an ice-water state of mind, and it 
was definitely starting to get to him, but he kept his 
expression carefully composed, he'd practiced for a 
long time to be able to do just that, no matter how he 
felt.

Reluctantly he slid the large device all the way out 
of the woman's pussy, pretending to study the readings 
on the device for the first time, even though the 
numbers at its base were completely random. Finally he 
reached over, picked up the tube of lubricant, and 
squirted just a bit more over the tip of the device 
before setting the tube down. Quickly he smeared the 
lube over the device, noting as he did that from the 
feel and the smell there was definitely a decent 
amount of pussy juices along the surface to go with 
the lube.

Hiding a smile, he quickly resumed his earlier grip on 
the device and guided it back in, this time only 
needing a second of pressure of the tip against Mary's 
tight hole before the huge device began to slide right 
back into her. There was a split second flash of 
discomfort on Mary's face as the object stretched her 
out once again, but this time the discomfort 
disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared, and he 
saw her suck in several quick shallow breaths as he 
worked about nine inches of the huge instrument back 
inside her. 

This time the pace he established of pumping the 
device deeply in and out of her was just a bit quicker 
than before, still not going fast by any means but not 
using the earlier drawn out slowness either. Every 
three or four strokes now he let the fingers of his 
other hand brush a bit more strongly against her clit. 
Making it more and more clear that it wasn't 
accidental, but Mary still didn't voice a complaint, 
instead she just kept staring at his face, her quick 
shallow breathing having become almost a pant as he 
worked the large thick device steadily in and out of 
her pussy.

After another couple minutes of working the big object 
in and out of the woman's hole, he was sliding about 
ten inches of it inside her with every stroke, and 
whatever discomfort she'd felt at the start was 
clearly gone entirely, because every time he slid the 
device almost all the way out of her he could see her 
hips give the tiniest of movements as he began to 
slide it back inwards, as if eager to have the huge 
phallic instrument back inside her cunt. 

This time when he pulled the object all the way out of 
her he could've sworn he heard her emit the faintest 
sound of disappointment, but he pretended not to 
notice it. Again he studied the display at the base of 
the device as if the numbers there had some sort of 
meaning, but this time he didn't bother with the lube, 
there was a clear sheen of pussy juice coating the 
futuristic-seeming dildo along with the earlier 
lubricant.

Guiding the object back in, it didn't require much 
pressure at all to slip the tip of it back into the 
woman's cunt and begin driving it inwards, and this 
time there was nothing but pleasure on Mary's face. 
She was still staring at his face a little, biting her 
lower lip a bit as he pushed ten inches of the device 
back into her cunt and resumed pumping it in and out, 
again just a little bit faster than before. 

Now he was letting the fingers of his left hand slide 
against her stiff sensitive clit for a split second 
every stroke or two, and it was no longer the bare 
brushes of before but a quick firm motion of his 
finger over it. He could still see occasional guilty 
flashes enter the woman's expression, and a couple 
times she glanced over at the nurse, where Linda stood 
with the same carefully neutral expression, as if 
nothing untoward was going on, and then Mary would 
just return to staring at his face and enjoying the 
exam, never saying a word. 

In fact, towards the end of these two minutes, he 
could hear faint 'mmmms' and 'uhhhs' beginning to emit 
from Mary's lips, she was clearly trying to hide it, 
and it caused her to blush deeply when it became clear 
he'd noticed, but still she was unable to stop herself 
from tiny vocalizations of her pleasure.

By the end of the two minutes he'd managed to work 
another half inch of the device into her pussy, and 
was sliding a good ten and a half inches back and 
forth inside her, only a little over half an inch more 
of the device remaining outside her on every instroke. 
As he pulled the thick instrument all the way out of 
her, he could see her hips making very faint grinding 
motions in its absence, as if eager to have it back 
inside her already. 

Not one to deny the woman, Chris kept his pretend 
studying of the display at the bottom of the device to 
a mere ten seconds before quickly moving the device 
back in and beginning to slide it back into the 
woman's cunt, eliciting a small but grateful moan from 
Mary.

Picking up the pace just a bit more and teasing her 
clit on every single stroke, it didn't take much 
longer before he was sliding the full eleven inches of 
the device deeply in and out of Mary's tight hole, all 
except for the very base of the device which his 
fingers were wrapped around. Now those fingers finally 
began coming into contact with Mary's cunt at the end 
of every instroke after the full length of the device 
had sank inside her. 

At that point he began to use his thumb along the top 
of the device to rub against her clit quickly before 
he began pulling the device back on an outstroke, 
freeing up his left hand entirely. Mary was still 
trying to hide them, but her soft moans had gotten a 
bit louder and more frequent, and it was clear she was 
getting really worked up.

Now came the next part of the plan, holding his body 
steady so as not to give anything away and never 
breaking the steady pace of his right hand pumping the 
device in and out of Mary's cunt, he reached down with 
his free left hand to the bottoms of his scrubs. These 
had been specially designed to look completely normal 
but with a catch that allowed a hole in the front to 
be easily opened. And that's precisely what he did. 

With Mary's view completely obscured by the gown and 
table so she couldn't see what was going on, Chris 
quickly opened the front of his bottoms with his left 
hand, reaching into the hole to grasp and pull his 
cock out into the open air. From the excitement of 
what he'd been doing, Chris's cock was already rock 
hard, and by most people's standards, it was huge. 
Just over eleven inches long, and very thick. In fact, 
when he'd had the device he used for the exams custom 
made, he'd had it designed to match precisely with the 
proportions of his cock, in terms of both length and 
thickness.

Looking at him, few people would've guessed Chris had 
a dick that size. Which was why those rare single-
session patients who went to the authorities long 
after he was gone always just complained that they'd 
been molested with the device alone. Given the size of 
the object in question, they never even guessed at 
what else he might have used.

The device he'd been using on Mary had gotten her nice 
and ready, letting her adjust to the extreme length 
and thickness, to the point that she was very clearly 
now enjoying it. The life-like feel of the device made 
it so that as worked up and turned on as she was, she 
wouldn't even notice. 

Pumping the full eleven inches of the big thick device 
deeply in and out of the woman's cunt and teasing her 
sensitive clit at the end of every instroke just a 
little bit longer, and enjoying her soft moans as he 
did, Chris readied himself. A quick glance to the side 
showed him that Linda's eyes had widened ever so 
slightly, but not so much that Mary would notice, and 
though the nurse's breathing had deepened a little she 
gave no other sign of what was going on.

Finally Chris slid the large device fully out of 
Mary's pussy once more, pretending like he was 
studying the display but instead setting the device 
soundlessly on the part of the tray obscured from 
Mary's vision. He could see Mary's hips once more 
making a faint grinding motion at the air. She wanted 
something nice and big in her pussy again? Well, he'd 
give it to her. 

Quickly grasping the tube of lubricant and popping the 
top open, Chris squirted a decent amount of it onto 
his cock, and was quick to smear it over the long 
thick shaft as he set the tube back down. Then, 
keeping the same professional expression on his face 
that he had the whole time, Chris carefully cupped his 
balls in the lower part of his right hand while 
wrapping his fingers almost all the way around the 
very base, in the precise same grip he'd had on the 
device. His hand and fingers would ensure that there 
would always be a little bit of separation between 
them, so that Mary would never feel his body behind 
them.

After that, since Chris had already been standing 
between Mary's legs the entire time, given the height 
of the exam table all he had to do was lean in. It was 
tough to keep the anticipation off his face as he 
guided his cock in, hard to keep the pleasure out of 
his expression as he felt the head of his big stick 
press against the lips of Mary's cunt, but he managed. 
With the routine he'd established though, he couldn't 
afford to stop and savor the moment and give any hint 
that anything unusual was going on. Instead, he 
quickly positioned the head of his huge cock against 
the entrance of Mary's pussy and began pressing 
inwards.

The device had really stretched and prepared her 
nicely. It took less than a second of pressure before 
he felt Mary's hole stretch open and the head of his 
cock slide inside her, eliciting another soft moan of 
pleasure from Mary. Quickly he lifted his eyes back to 
Mary's face, watching her for any reaction as he began 
to drive his hips forward, feeding inch after inch of 
his huge cock into her married pussy. As more and more 
of her warm velvety tunnel enveloped his big thick 
shaft, Mary's only reaction was pleasure. 

She gave no signs of noticing that he'd made the 
switch, but instead just emitted a few more soft moans 
as he slid more and more of his large shaft deep into 
her wet cunt, stretching and filling her in a way her 
husband obviously never had. Finally the fingers he'd 
wrapped around the base of his shaft came to rest 
against the lips of her cunt, the full eleven inches 
of his huge cock buried to the hilt in the tight hole 
that had previously belonged to Mary's husband.

Immediately Chris fell into the same moderate pace 
he'd been using for the last couple minutes of the 
device, drawing his very thick staff almost all the 
way out of Mary's slippery tunnel, until just the head 
remained inside her, before sliding the full length of 
his big cock deeply back inside her. He'd practiced 
for a long time, and he was able to keep his upper 
body completely steady despite the sudden regular 
movements of his lower body as he began to drive his 
very large dick steadily back and forth inside the 
married woman.

The only movement she would be able to see was the 
motions of his upper right arm from where his hand was 
wrapped around the base of his cock and was moving 
with the pumping, but luckily those upper arm motions 
would look precisely the same as when he'd been 
pumping with the device.

He listened to Mary's moans and groans, getting ever 
louder and more frequent despite her attempts to 
muffle them, as he glanced down to watch the sight of 
his big dick sliding deeply in and out of her velvety 
cunt. 

Just as they had with the device, he could see the 
lips of her pussy tightly gripping the thick shaft of 
his cock as he slid the full eleven inches of it all 
the way into her married hole, before pulling it 
almost all the way out only to plunge it in again, the 
thumb now resting along the top of his cock continuing 
to rub against her clit in a teasing fashion with 
every stroke of his big shaft inside her. The tight 
feel of her slippery tunnel around his hard staff was 
amazing. The way her pussy gripped his cock like a 
tight glove made it clear her husband really couldn't 
even be close to Chris in terms of thickness.

Quick glances at Mary's face here and there were 
enough to confirm that she had no idea what was going 
on, but that she was immensely enjoying having his 
huge cock pumping in and out of her pussy. Glancing at 
Mary's left hand, which was now gripping the side of 
the exam table, Chris was barely able to keep a smile 
off his face at the sight of her wedding ring. 

The woman might not be technically cheating, since she 
didn't realize that she was being fucked, but she was 
still clearly loving Chris's big cock, far more than 
she'd probably ever been able to enjoy her husband's. 
The woman would go home that night, stretched out and 
well-pleasured by Chris's huge dick, and would feel 
and enjoy her husband's cock just a little less for 
having experienced Chris's much bigger one.

Moving his left hand back in, on every outstroke Chris 
began letting his fingers slide over the woman's 
sensitive clit in quick teasing strokes, making no 
effort to hide it but clearly playing with the 
sensitive nubbing as he drew his hard rod almost all 
the way out of her, before moving his fingers out of 
the way as he sank the full length of his long thick 
shaft deeply back into her slippery pussy, the thumb 
of his right hand rubbing firmly against her clit 
before he began to draw his thick staff back out of 
her and the fingers of his left hand would return to 
play with her pleasure button, only to move aside 
again for a split second as he sank his big dick to 
the hilt right back inside her. Even though it was 
clear his playing with her clit was no accident, Mary 
still didn't say a word, in fact the combination of 
having his huge cock sawing in and out of her pussy 
along with her clit being teased seemed to be driving 
her wild.

Her hips were moving slightly in time with his, at 
least as much as the stirrups allowed, drawing back 
slightly as he pulled almost all the way out of her, 
before pushing back towards him as he drove back into 
her, her pussy clearly hungry to have the whole of his 
thick stick sliding to the hilt inside it with every 
stroke. Her moans had turned into an almost contact 
soft whimpering deep in her throat, and it only took a 
few more seconds before Mary's left hand suddenly 
released the table and shot up to clamp over her 
mouth.

Her whimpers turned into a muffled shriek as her tight 
pussy began to rhythmically convulse around the large 
shaft inside it, the wedding ring that was the seal of 
her marriage resting over her lips and helping to hold 
in the sounds of her pleasure as she came very hard 
around another man's huge dick. Chris just kept 
steadily driving his hips back and forth, plunging his 
thick rod deeply in and out of the woman's spasming 
cunt, enjoying the feeling and the sounds of the 
married woman orgasming around his cock.

A quick glance to the side showed him that nurse 
Linda's eyes were glued to the sight of his big dick 
plunging in and out of Mary's pussy. Linda's face had 
become somewhat flushed as well, and as he watched he 
saw her hand twitch towards her crotch a few times, as 
if instinctively wanting to touch herself, before each 
time Linda clearly took hold and steadied her hand, 
but her eyes never left the sight of Chris's cock 
drilling in and out of Mary's wet cunt.

It wasn't much longer before the strong contractions 
of Mary's velvety tunnel around his dick began to 
ease, the woman's hand falling away from her mouth and 
her eyes falling shut as she gasped in huge gulps of 
air, her chest heaving beneath the exam gown. From her 
reaction, Chris guessed it had probably been one of 
the, if not the strongest orgasm the woman had ever 
had.

Repressing another smile, Chris drew his big cock 
smoothly out of the woman's pussy as she relaxed, the 
whole length of it absolutely drenched in her juices, 
especially the head as it slid free. Taking this 
momentary respite to control himself and help take the 
edge off, Chris looked downwards with the professional 
expression still on his face, studying his cock as if 
he were still holding the device and was checking the 
readings on its display the way he had supposedly done 
during the other intervals, doing what it took to 
maintain the illusion that it was still the instrument 
he'd shown her earlier that he was using on her.

Finally, as the woman's breathing calmed a little, 
Chris just guided his cock back in. "We're getting 
good early readings so far, Mrs. Vaille, but it's 
still going to take a while yet," he told the woman as 
he positioned the head of his cock back against her 
pussy and began to push in, her tight hole quickly 
stretching open and inch after inch of his huge dick 
beginning to vanish back inside her. "I hope the 
device isn't too uncomfortable for you."

The woman blushed a bright scarlet, and a guilty look 
once more entered her features. "No, uhm... It's fine, 
doctor. It's not... Uncomfortable at all," the woman 
got out in an embarrassed voice. However, the guilty 
look quickly vanished from her expression as the rest 
of Chris's very large cock sank to the hilt inside her 
married pussy, an involuntary moan escaping her throat 
as her left hand moved back to grip the side of the 
table again.

Once more Chris began to work his long thick staff 
back and forth within the woman's tight hole, his hips 
moving just a bit faster than before. "Good, because 
the pure size of the device can be difficult for some 
women to handle, despite the length of it being 
necessary for proper readings. I mean, it is pretty 
big, don't you think?" he asked, his left hand 
returning to stroking her clit on every outstroke as 
he drove his large stick smoothly in and out of the 
woman's warm wet cunt.

"Yes, it's uhm... Very big, doctor," the woman said, 
still blushing strongly, her voice thick with a 
mixture of embarrassment and desire. "But, I'm... I'm 
fine. It... Doesn't hurt," she got out, her words 
punctuated by a couple more moans as her married pussy 
was rhythmically stretched by his very thick shaft.

"Good. Very good," he commented with a friendly smile 
as he sawed his huge cock deeply in and out of her 
warm hole, enjoying the tightness of her slippery 
tunnel around his big dick. Her hips were beginning to 
respond to him again and her breathing was again 
coming quicker and more shallow as she clearly got 
back into having such a long thick object sliding in 
and out of her. Her eyes were fixed on his pretty face 
once more and for a split second he wondered how she'd 
react if she knew his cock was what was pumping back 
and forth inside her, but no, that wasn't for this 
exam.

Streaks of Mary's pussy juices were leaking from her 
cunt down over her butt, and probably would've been 
running down her thighs if they hadn't been elevated, 
and her moans were once more becoming more frequent as 
Chris drilled his huge dick in and out of the woman's 
tight hole. She wasn't even making quite as much 
effort to muffle her moans anymore, although she was 
still quieting them enough that with the thick walls 
they wouldn't be heard in the next room. That was 
good, wouldn't want the other patients wondering what 
was going on, after all.

After a couple minutes of working his thick rod back 
and forth inside her, he once more slid his cock 
smoothly out of Mary's pussy, taking delight in the 
frustrated whine that emitted from deep in the woman's 
throat when he did. Once more he looked down at his 
cock, pretending it was the device and he was reading 
numbers off its display. The married woman's tight 
cunt was starting to get him worked up, and he just 
carefully slowed his breathing, clearing his thoughts 
and working to calm himself. He wanted this to last as 
long as it could and it wouldn't do to cum too early.

After about fifteen seconds he moved his hips forward 
again, the head of his big cock easily piercing the 
lips of the woman's pussy and sliding smoothly back 
into her slick hole. Mary let out a moan of pleasure-
filled relief as the full eleven inches of Chris's 
huge cock sank to the hilt back inside her, before 
returning to near constant moans and groans as Chris 
resumed a steady pace of pumping his long thick shaft 
back and forth within her tight cunt.

With his left hand he began to vary the speed and 
technique of his teasing of her sensitive clit, 
alternating between slower and quicker flicks of his 
fingers back and forth over it, and occasionally 
switching to just rolling the stiff nubbin in really 
quick circles instead before returning to stroking his 
fingers steadily over it, playing with the woman's 
pleasure button and finding what she responded to the 
most as he watched his big dick vanishing in and out 
of her wet hole. He could still see the lips of her 
married pussy clinging to the shaft of his huge cock, 
drawing inwards with every stroke of his large staff 
deep inside her.

It didn't take him long to figure out which methods of 
toying with her clit she responded to the most, the 
increase pumping of her hips to try to draw his huge 
cock into her velvety cunt even faster with every 
stroke, and the even greater amount of juice seeping 
out from her pussy around its large invader and 
dripping down her ass made it clear when she was 
getting more worked up. By the time he pulled his 
thick dick out of her again, it was clear she was 
close to her second orgasm, and Chris enjoyed the mix 
of frustration and desire in her expression, the flush 
of her cheeks and the way her hips continued to grind 
at thin air, eager to have his cock back inside her. 
Any trace of earlier guilt was gone from the woman's 
face. She just wanted to cum, and she needed his cock 
to do it.

Not wanting to frustrate the woman too badly, Chris 
pretended to study readings just long enough to take 
the edge off before guiding his cock back in and 
sinking the full eleven inches to the hilt right back 
inside the married woman's pussy in one long easy 
stroke. As Chris began to once more work his thick 
staff in and out of her and tease her clit, he spared 
a quick glance to the side. Nurse Linda was definitely 
more flushed herself, her eyes still glued to the 
sight of his huge dick sliding in and out of Mary's 
pussy. 

Linda was ever so slightly biting her lower lip, and 
her hand had snuck down to rest at her waist just 
above her crotch. And as he watched, the moment Mary 
seemed to be looking away, Linda slid her hand down to 
rest over the outside of her pussy through the nurse's 
uniform, her hips grinding against her hand for just 
an instant before her hand snapped back to her waist 
before Mary could look over and spot her. The nurse 
was clearly helplessly turned on by what she was 
seeing.

The frequency and intensity of Mary's moans quickly 
drew Chris's attention back to her, though. The 
woman's eyes were closed, her head was tilting back as 
Chris's huge cock slid deeply in and out of her pussy. 
This time both of Mary's hands suddenly released the 
table and shot up to her mouth a bare instant before 
Chris felt the woman's cunt begin to rhythmically 
contract strongly around his big dick. 

Mary screamed into her hands in pleasure as a clearly 
giant orgasm overtook her, so loudly that for a split 
second Chris worried that the sound might get through 
the walls into the other exam rooms, but Mary clamped 
her hands over her mouth even harder and was able to 
muffle it just enough that no one outside the room was 
likely to hear. The woman's upper body was thrashing a 
bit, and once more Chris enjoyed the sight of the 
woman's wedding ring over her lips as he sawed his 
eleven-inch cock deeply in and out of her slippery 
pussy, stretching and filling the woman's cunt so much 
more than her husband ever had. The fingers of his 
left hand were flying back and forth over her 
sensitive clit at a quick pace that she'd seemed to 
like the most, and the strong spasms of her cunt 
around his large shaft were going on and on.

It took almost twice as long as the first had before 
this orgasm finally started to fade, the contractions 
of her cunt around his big dick easing, although it 
surprised him that there was still a faint squeezing 
here and there. He didn't have to wonder about it long 
though, because not ten seconds later the woman 
exploded into another orgasm. From the shock mixed 
with pleasure on the woman's face, it was clear she'd 
never experienced multiple orgasms before. From the 
strength of the renewed contractions of her cunt 
around his cock, this orgasm didn't seem quite as 
strong as the one immediately before it, but from 
Mary's reaction it was still really intense. 

Chris just continued pumping his eleven-inch staff 
steadily in and out of her spasming cunt, his fingers 
teasing her clit all the while. He knew that there'd 
now be nights in the future when, while Mary was being 
fucked by her husband's much smaller cock, she'd think 
back to this examination and imagine that the huge 
device she believed his cock to be was filling her 
instead.

When her second orgasm faded and Chris finally drew 
the full length of his thick staff out of the woman's 
pussy, he found he had a tough time taking the edge 
off. He was getting worked up himself, and he knew he 
wasn't going to be able to last all that much longer. 
For her part, Mary just collapsed against the 
examination table, her face having transformed into an 
expression of unthinking post-orgasmic bliss, as if 
for a brief moment Chris had temporarily fucked the 
woman's brains out. It was a look of complete pleased 
satisfaction. 

She seemed to just be breathing deeply and basking in 
the sensation, so Chris took a bit longer than usual, 
pretending as if he were studying readings on the 
device and instead just trying to work on bringing his 
arousal down a notch, but not doing a very good job of 
it. Finally, unable to bring himself to wait any 
longer, he leaned back in.

Mary's body was completely relaxed as he guided his 
big cock in and began sliding the huge rod back into 
her warm wet pussy, her hips moving just a little as 
her tight hole welcomed his thick staff once more 
inside it. The velvety heat of her slippery tunnel 
around his cock immediately began do its work on him, 
and in response he established a much quicker pace of 
pumping the large stick back and forth inside her than 
before, beginning to truly pound her cunt with the 
full eleven inches of his hard staff.

As his left hand returned to teasing and stroking her 
clit, Chris's eyes fixed on the sight of his huge cock 
sliding in and out of the woman's tight wet pussy. He 
watched the lips of her cunt gripping his thick shaft 
even as he felt the slick heat of her married hole 
envelop him over and over again. He wished that for 
one moment the woman's husband could see what he was 
seeing now. That would've made the experience even 
more enjoyable for Chris, being able to see the 
husband's tortured expression as he watched his wife 
being pleasured by a cock much larger than his own. 
Unfortunately there was no way to get away with 
something like that in exams like this, but the 
thought alone was enough to drive Chris to even new 
heights.

By the time Chris pulled his huge dick out of Mary's 
pussy again, he wasn't far from the brink, and Mary's 
moans were definitely in volume and frequency again. 
This time though he could only bring himself to 
pretend to study readings for a few seconds before he 
leaned back in and plunged his thick eleven-inch rod 
right back to the hilt inside the woman's married 
cunt. Struggling to keep his expression neutral and 
his upper body from showing any signs of the pumping 
below, Chris turned his head slightly. 

Nurse Linda's tongue was snaking out to wet her lips 
here and there as she watched Chris's large cock 
sliding back and forth inside Mary's soaking wet 
pussy, and the nurse's hand was twitching towards her 
pussy every other second, it seemed to be all the 
nurse could do to keep herself from slipping her hand 
into her uniform and masturbating right there on the 
spot as she watched. In fact, when Chris suddenly 
spoke it startled the nurse so much she practically 
jumped. "Linda, I'm going to want to take a specimen 
sample too, just to be sure. Could you get a container 
for me?" he asked, having to work to keep his voice 
composed. With a quick nod, she turned and moved 
towards a cabinet across the room.

Chris's fingers were flying over Mary's clit, and the 
woman's hips were once more pumping in time with him 
to capture as much of his big cock inside her married 
cunt as she could as he hammered the large shaft back 
and forth inside her. He listened to her moans getting 
louder and louder, the sound only enhancing the feel 
of her velvety walls wrapped tightly around his thick 
dick. 

He was nearing the verge of orgasm when he felt Mary's 
cunt suddenly start spasming around his huge stick as 
she came for the fourth time that day, and it was all 
he could do to keep from unloading a healthy dose of 
cum deep into her married pussy then and there, but 
gritting his teeth he held off. Trying to think of 
anything else that might help him last just a little 
bit longer, Chris drove his large shaft deeply in and 
out of Mary's tight wet hole as he cunt contracted 
rhythmically around him again and again. Linda had 
come up beside him and was watching the sight up 
close, a small jar in her hands.

It had reached the point where Chris almost didn't 
think he was going to be able to hold out any longer, 
when finally the contractions of Mary's pussy around 
his big dick faded, the woman collapsing once more 
back against the exam table. Immediately Chris drew 
the full length of his large shaft out of her slippery 
cunt, grabbing the jar from Linda with his left hand 
and quickly moving it down as his right hand began to 
slide quickly up and down along the shaft of his cock. 

Positioning the head of his dick against the entrance 
to the jar as he jerked it, it only took a couple more 
seconds before his orgasm washed over him, jet after 
jet of his hot cum beginning to shoot into the jar. 
Chris tilted his head down to hide as much of his 
expression from Mary as possible, and though his 
features might have twitched once or twice, the woman 
seemed to caught up in basking in further post-
orgasmic bliss to notice, and Chris was able to keep 
from making as sound as more and more of his semen 
squirted into the jar, until finally he began to calm 
as well.

Handing the jar to Linda, who clutched it to her 
stomach and then turned her back before striding out 
of the room so Mary wouldn't be able to see, Chris 
very carefully tucked his deflating cock back into his 
scrubs and redid the front. Taking a quick second to 
make sure his expression was recomposed, he lifted his 
head to face Mary directly, flashing the same friendly 
professional smile he'd worn earlier.

"There, all done. I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable 
for you," he told the woman.

"I, uh... No, not at all, Doctor," the woman replied, 
blushing as she looked at his face. "So, what are the 
results?"

Taking a quick second to study her face, Chris decided 
on something. The majority of his special exam 
patients only got examined once, and that was it. But 
sometimes the best of them, the particularly 
malleable, cooperative, and even submissive ones, the 
ones who most enjoyed the examination, he wanted to 
have more fun with. "Well, the readings weren't quite 
as conclusive as I'd like. I can say with a ninety-
five percent certainty that you don't have the 
condition. However that remaining five percent worries 
me. And just to be on the safe side, I'd like you to 
come back in a couple days for another thorough 
examination, just so we can be sure," Chris said, 
maintaining the professional smile the entire time.

Mary blushed a much fiercer scarlet, and her eyes 
avoided his. He knew with certainty she'd be far too 
embarrassed to tell anyone else, especially her 
husband, about the exact process of the examinations 
anytime soon. "I... If you think it's best, doctor."

"Excellent. You can make your appointment up front. 
I'll see you in a couple days, Mrs. Vaille," Chris 
informed her, before gathering up the device, walking 
over to tuck it into its box, and then carrying it out 
of the room.

He was making his way back down the hall towards the 
office when a noise caused him to pause outside a 
bathroom. From within, he could hear faint moaning. It 
only took him a couple seconds to recognize Nurse 
Linda's voice, and he could barely suppress laughter. 
The poor woman had been so turned on by what she'd 
seen that she'd needed to duck into the bathroom 
afterward to play with her pussy. The woman would 
probably be frigging herself to a good two or three 
orgasms before she'd finally come out, but that was 
ok, he wouldn't be needing her right away anyways. 

Beginning to faintly whistle to himself, Chris resumed 
his stride towards the office and the videos from 
multiple angles of his fucking the married Mary 
Vaille, which would be awaiting him on the laptop. It 
was going to be a good trip.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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