Theirs to Use: A Punishment Reverse Harem Romance(9)
“Liar!” Karen sobbed. She struggled against the webbing straps, as if helpless not to do something, anything to demonstrate that she didn’t accept the doctor’s words.
“Is that right?” Singleton asked, his curiosity overcoming his reserve.
The doctor had already applied the first swath of wax to Karen’s remaining stubble before he answered.
“Oh, certainly. This one needs a good deal of enforced sex, judging from her vagina’s reaction to what’s happening to her today. I would even say that frequent sessions with multiple partners are in order. It’s still an under-researched area, even in today’s more enlightened context, but to have a penis thrusting in each of her three sexual orifices at once will do this girl a world of good. I assume that’s part of your plan, gentlemen?” He didn’t turn to look at Singleton, but spoke directly to Karen’s cunt and anus, almost finishing her up between her adorable punished bottom-cheeks before he had finished the short speech.
“Of course, Doctor,” Green said smoothly. He winked at Singleton, and Singleton winked back.
“Excellent,” said the doctor, and ripped away the last cloth strip, to the sound of a yelp of pain from the recalcitrant girl who, Singleton couldn’t help guessing despite the charms of the other two girls, would soon get everything the doctor ordered.
Chapter Five
Karen wept as she watched the doctor move on to Sylvia. The pain from the waxing stung between her thighs and between her bottom cheeks, but the feeling of helpless exposure tore at her mind and spirit much more forcefully. They had just bared her, down there, simply because they liked to fuck girls whose pussies and anuses were smooth and fully visible to their lustful eyes.
And these particular lustful eyes—the eyes of Mr. Green and Mr. Singleton—seemed to her the worst possible kind: jaded, moneyed eyes that only looked at a girl’s face to make her feel that he would really rather be looking at her breasts or her pussy. No, that he would rather be watching his hard penis thrust in and out of her, whether he had decided to use her mouth, her vagina, or her anus for his pleasure.
She would have expected that having the doctor look down there, at least, might have brought some sense of reassurance, or at least of normality. A doctor was supposed to help you, and to make you feel better about whatever you had come to her to talk about, no matter how embarrassing. Karen’s doctor at home had always done that.
But this ‘medical’ man… he seemed almost as bad as Mr. Green and Mr. Singleton. How could he say what he had just said about his job involving only making sure the three girls pleased the men who would have sex with them?
And why did it make her feel the way it did, down where he had just ensured that they all could see how the secret folds of her pussy, revealed by her knees’ enforced spreading in the stirrups, glistened with helpless, shameful need?
He finished with Sylvia, who also wept as she was waxed, to reveal a pussy even pinker than Karen’s own, the sight of which made Karen feel a little faint. Something about seeing Grace and Sylvia waxed, the way it told her of her own objectification, seemed to make the feeling between her legs even worse. Karen found herself, to her dismay, even moving her hips a tiny bit, as if her aching clit offered itself to any one of the men who wanted to command her pleasure for his amusement.
Any, or… or all. Her mind touched for an instant on the last thing the doctor had said, and she bit her lip, suppressing a little whimper. How could he? People didn’t even say things like that, let alone…
That thought led to the one she refused to think: the one about why these men had come to choose a girl, and what would happen to Karen next, if they chose her. She stopped it before it could form, and she looked at Grace’s face to her right, and then Sylvia’s to her left, hoping to find there some hope. She saw none. She wanted to ask them if they thought it would be alright, but she knew that they didn’t know any more than she herself did—and she knew, even deeper down, that it wouldn’t, couldn’t be alright.
“So, gentlemen,” the doctor said. “I’ll check their breasts, and then do a quick pelvic exam. You’ll want to stay close, and handle the breasts yourself, I’m guessing, after I’m done with them. Or, if you like, you can fondle the other two girls while I examine the third. Just wash your hands, please, before you begin.”
He went back to the counter with the sink, and put the waxing things back in their cabinet, then opened another one. From it he took three plastic specula sealed in their sterile bags. The sight made Karen wince: even her own nice doctor hadn’t been able to make a pelvic exam pleasant. To have one here, with all these men watching… she felt the tears come to her eyes, and blinked them away furiously. Looking at Sylvia, she saw the same fear on the pretty face of the redhead, the same tears.
The doctor put the specula on his little rolling table, and put it between her chair and Sylvia’s. He went to the sink and washed his own hands thoroughly. Then he went around to the side of Sylvia’s chair. “Just a little breast exam,” he said, in a fake cheerful voice that struck Karen as a mockery of what a real doctor would say.
Then, as if taking it back, he said as he reached for the girl’s chest, “These are nice big breasts, Sylvia. Lots of men like a girl whose chest is as well-endowed as yours.”
Sylvia gave a little cry as she felt the doctor’s hands begin to perform the exam. Karen just had time to see that he did, in fact, seem to know how to do a real, thorough breast exam before the sight of Mr. Green, coming between Karen and Sylvia to wash his hands in the sink, obscured her view.