Corrective Treatment (4 page)

“Very sensitive,” the doctor noted calmly. “Have you experienced penetrative intercourse before?”

“Uh,” Sophie shook her head. “No.”

“Proceeding digitally,” the doctor noted, pulling the probe away. Sophie let out a little squeal as she felt his fingers on her pussy again. They were warm in a way the probe was not. She felt the doctor’s middle finger run along the slit of her lips and then press against the opening of her vagina. He began to slide his finger inside her, entering her with a clinically gentle touch.

Sophie let out a gasp as her pussy contracted in welcome.

“Clitoral bud is fully engorged with relatively light stimulation,” the doctor noted. “Excitement levels may be related to the patient’s earlier resistance. Patient is evidently prone to emotional outbursts, which may be related to high levels of tension relating to retained virginity.”

The way he was speaking made Sophie think that the procedure must be being recorded. She blushed to the tips of her toes at the thought the proceedings might be seen outside the room, which was already more crowded than she would have liked.

“He means she needs a good fucking,” one of the bailiffs muttered to the other. The doctor turned and shot a dark look at the men.

“Quiet, please,” he said. “You are disturbing the examination.”

“Sorry, sir,” they both apologized quickly.

Sophie blushed furiously, her pussy quivering and clenching around the doctor’s finger as he slid it deeper little by little. She could feel him stretching her inner walls, but it was a nice feeling. They closed snugly around his finger and gripped him tight, her clit pulsing against the heel of his hand as his finger finally slid all the way in.

“You seem to have lost your hymen at some previous point,” he noted, keeping his palm pressed against her cunt, the warmth of his hand making her hips squirm. “But vigorous exercise can cause that, and some young ladies have little in the way of hymen regardless. That will make this examination much easier.”

He slid his finger out of her pussy and for the briefest, strangest moment, Sophie missed it. She would never have thought that a stern older doctor touching her in her most sensitive places would be so pleasurable. He was obviously taking care to make sure the experience was not traumatic for her, though it was still disciplinary in nature. A brief flash of gratitude was replaced with fresh embarrassment as the doctor held up his glistening finger.

“Patient produces ample lubrication,” he noted. “I do not think the probe will produce undue discomfort.”

Once again the probe was introduced to her now damp and swelling lower lips. It was no longer vibrating, but that didn’t matter. The doctor held her lips apart with his index and forefinger, his palm pressing against the hard bud of her clit as he pressed the thick probe inside her, the head of the thing parting her lips and entering her body with a smooth, slow motion. It felt much, much larger than his finger had and Sophie let out an involuntary whimper.

“It’s too big,” she complained softly.

The doctor stilled the probe. “This is still much smaller than any phallus,” he said, as if that were comforting. “Your body will easily adjust to this.”

He was right. Her pussy was already less tense. As he pushed the probe further inside her tight cunt, her body warmth started to sink into the metal. The combination of natural and synthetic lubricants eased its passage and the probe started to feel good inside her pussy. It was much harder, longer, and less yielding than his finger had been. She felt very stretched and very filled, but, as the doctor had said, it was nothing compared to what a man’s cock would feel like inside her.

“Good girl,” the doctor praised. Sophie looked up, blushing as he made eye contact with her and adjusted the probe a little, his palm still cupping her pussy from above. “Does that feel good?”

Sophie could not admit that it did. He began to slide it out a little, then press it deeper, manipulating the instrument in a very slow fucking motion that made little tingles rush all over her body from her scalp to her toes. The bonds that had felt so restrictive now felt almost as though she were being held firmly, her will secondary to that of the doctor’s as he stimulated her pussy.

“It feels… uh… okay.”

“Patient is flushed across her chest and breasts, nipples are erect, vaginal lubrication is increasing,” the doctor noted. “Patient reports that stimulation feels ‘okay.’”

She sensed something teasing in his stern tone. She braved another glance toward his face and saw a little gleam of humor in his eye. It was gone so quickly she almost thought she had imagined it, and she was quickly distracted when he turned a dial on the machine and the probe began to vibrate inside her.

“Oh, doctor!” Sophie let out a little squeal.

He pulled his hand away from her pussy, leaving her little clit bare and her cunt filled with the probe.

“Nurses, bailiffs, consider yourselves dismissed,” the doctor said. “I believe the situation is now well contained.”

The nurses left swiftly and without comment. The bailiffs were slower to leave and Sophie saw them both cast longing glances at her probe-filled pussy and her naked body before the door slid shut behind them and she was alone with the doctor.

It was a relief to be observed by fewer people, but as the doctor turned back to her, Sophie was suddenly aware that she was entirely at the mercy of this handsome man who had an air of dignity and authority that made her clit tingle without any additional stimulation at all.

“I won’t need any further assistance, will I, Sophie?” He slid his palm down the length of her stomach and settled his hand back over the top of her pussy, cupping her puffy mound and hard clit. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Mmmnn,” Sophie moaned. She did not really have much in the way of choice. The doctor had her strapped in place, her pussy wrapped around his probe, his hand cupping her cunt in a way that made her hips roll in place as she ground herself against the heel of his palm, her inner walls performing similarly greedy motions around the probe. The bonds that restricted her movement and made escape possible allowed what would have otherwise have been unthinkable—surrender to the sensations being produced by the doctor and his implements.

“Good girl,” he praised again in those deep, resonant, soothing tones. “You’re doing very well.”

Sophie was starting to feel something welling inside her, a rich heat emanating from her clit and the depths of her pussy at the same time. It felt much like it did when she was touching herself, but so much more powerful that she barely understood it as the same thing. The doctor massaged her pussy slowly, moving the probe gently in and out of her tight cunt as it hummed inside her.

“You’re allowed to climax this time,” he said. “Don’t hold back.”

His permission strongly implied that there could be other times she would not be allowed to orgasm. The very idea of having her erotic response controlled made it all the more powerful. She felt her cunt quivering tight around the probe, gripping it, her internal muscles milking it hopelessly. Her body did not know that it was not a man inside her. Her body was reacting as though she was being fucked by the doctor, her pussy walls gripping him, not the probe. And all the while their eyes were locked together in an intimate gaze, as if he knew how it was for her, as if, in some way, he really was inside her.

“Come, Sophie,” the doctor ordered in soft, serious tones. “Follow your instincts.”

She didn’t have a choice. Her inner walls were clenching hard, locking around the probe as the doctor’s palm continued to rub her clit and lips. The climax flowed from the very center of her and rushed over her body in a tidal wave of cellular sensation, leaving no part of her untouched. Her legs strained against her bonds, her stomach muscles contracting, her breasts rising as her back arched and her body quivered from head to toe. She screamed her pleasure, grinding her cunt as hard against him and the probe as she physically could, her juices coating his hand and her thighs and the probe in the flow of climax.

In the aftermath she was left panting, a sheen of sweat covering her breasts and stomach. Thanks to her bonds she had barely moved an inch, and yet her flushed, squirming form looked as though she had been engaged in hard physical exercise.

The doctor slid the probe slowly out of her pussy. “An excellent response,” he said in tones that were approving and admiring. “Very good, Sophie. Very good.”

She found herself smiling a little in spite of herself. His praise made her feel warm inside, proud of herself, even though she had simply surrendered to the desire he had created with his stimulation. Anyone would have come, but it felt personal between them. They had a connection. Even though he was a stranger, even though she was his captive, they were linked by the most powerful sexual experience she had ever had, an orgasm that was making her feel light and calm and even cared for.

“That was the first climax,” he said. “We will proceed to the second now.”

“A second…” Sophie echoed. “You’re doing that again?”

“This is a disciplinary procedure, Sophie,” he reminded her. “The first round gave me an indication of your response, and the parameters your body works within. This second round will be more punitive.”

He picked up a small clamp and placed it between her outer lips over the hard bud of her clit, the ends of the clamp holding the bud firmly between rubber teeth. Sophie let out a little groaning moan. The clamp did not hurt, but it did make her feel every throb of her pulse in the little bud. Instantly, everything was intensified.

The doctor turned a dial and Sophie’s hips jolted as the clit clip started vibrating, sending deeply intimate pulses through her body.

“Oh, my!” she gasped, sounding refined and shocked and aroused all at the same time.

“Effective, isn’t it,” the doctor smiled. “The second climax is often harder won than the first. This will take a toll, Miss Eins, but I am sure you are equal to it.”

With her clit vibrating, Sophie felt herself almost instantly on the verge of coming again. If he had done nothing else at all, she would soon have fallen prey to another orgasm. But the doctor did not have passivity in mind. He pushed the probe back inside her pussy harder than before, stroking it roughly in and out of her tight cunt. A soft wet sound filled the room with every single thrust, her wetness slicking the probe and her thighs as the doctor turned up the intensity of the clit clamp’s vibration.

Sophie felt as though she were rising out of her body, the pleasure elevating her beyond muscle and bone to a level of ecstasy that spoke to her soul. She was aware of her body contorting in climax one more time, heat and pleasure rushing from her pussy through every vein and nerve, but more than that she felt her mind suffused with pure joy, which made the concept of being incarcerated and punished almost absurd. She had never in all her life felt as free as she did in that moment, every fiber of her being given over to pure pleasure…

“Miss Eins?”

Sophie opened her eyes to see the doctor looking down at her, his dark brows creased with concern.

“Huh?”

“You lost consciousness for a moment,” he explained. “You have an incredibly strong sexual response, Sophie.”

She listened to the words, but they didn’t much matter to her. She was feeling so good. Her pussy was aching, but it was a good, deep ache that reminded her of the heights of her climax.

“That was… punishment?”

“It was something,” the doctor said, his cheeks dimpling with a smile that did not quite make it to his lips, which stayed pressed together in a semblance of sternness.

The doctor peeled the sensors from her chest, picked up another warm cloth, and began to clean her up, running it under her flushed breasts and over her erect nipples with a deft touch that left her feeling both titillated and refreshed. The real stickiness was lower down, but she was grateful to him for trying to make her comfortable at all.

Sophie did not understand the man at all. He was a strange combination of tormentor and caretaker. If he had not held her in place and made her come time and time again, if he had not been the one to carry out the authority’s sentence, she might have liked him.

“Do you know why you have been sentenced to corrective treatment?”

It wasn’t a real question. She knew it wasn’t a real question. But she answered it anyway.

“Because the judges are corrupt,” Sophie moaned. “Because they believe lies and rumors and want to be seen punishing a fallen woman.”

The doctor did not seem to have much sympathy for her. “The records say differently. They say that you have been meeting in secret with members of different echelons. They say you have been recorded planning a revolution against the echelon system, that you are a potential figurehead for chaos and anarchy.”

Sophie pressed her lips together and said nothing. It wasn’t as if he had asked her a question. He was just restating the charges, which were more inflated than she had imagined. A figurehead for chaos and anarchy was probably putting it harshly, but why not.

“Corrective treatment will not be considered effective until a confession is made, either a full admission to the charges as laid, or an explanation of your true intentions,” the doctor prompted. “If I do not hear some confession from you, we will be stalled at the first stage of treatment.”

So he wanted the truth. The whole truth. Nothing but. Fine. She had nothing to lose anymore anyway. She was already tried, convicted, and in the grasp of a man who had shaved her pussy and penetrated her in front of several strangers.

“I intended to enjoy myself. To live my life outside the golden cage I was born into,” Sophie said. “I like the lower echelons. They are kinder, warmer, and more real. They know what it means to really live life and have fun.”

A thick, refined brow rose in her direction. “So it is as simple as seeking drinking buddies? For that you put your reputation and station at risk?”

“My reputation means nothing to me,” Sophie said as the doctor passed the warm cloth over her stomach, gently removing the beads of sweat rolling from her abdominal plane. “Reputation is a prison. Worrying about status restricted me more than these straps ever could. I am free now, doctor. Free from being Sophie Eins. I have fallen, and I don’t ever want to be redeemed.”