Open Wide! (2 page)

Catherine lay there, helpless, as the man bent down
and began to lick her pussy. His head buried itself in between her
thighs, his features still somehow masked in shadow. Catherine
tried to resist him but she couldn't. No matter what she did, her
muscles refused to allow her to escape from his grasp.

The man's tongue ran up and down her pussy, pushing
itself deep into her hole before sliding up and flicking over her
clit. Catherine tried thinking of something else, anything to get
her mind away from what was happening to her. But she couldn't help
her body's reactions to his unceasing mouth. The longer the man ate
out her pussy, the more she felt her body reluctantly becoming
turned on by it.

Catherine didn't want any of this, she just wanted to
leave this place, to go away. But she was stuck where she was and
her body was responding to what he was doing. She could feel her
clit swell up and begin to throb. The man's mouth came down over
top of it, creating a vacuum around it as he lapped away at the nub
like a thirsty dog.

Catherine heard a moan escape her throat without her
doing. Reluctant pleasure was beginning to surge up through her
pussy as the man licked and licked and licked. He produced his hand
and stuck first one, then two, then three fingers inside of her
snatch. Catherine let out a cry as the walls of her pussy stretched
open. He began pushing his hand into her, his digits sliding in and
out of her without remorse.

Catherine was helpless to stop him as the man slid a
fourth finger in alongside the other three. She felt her pussy
screaming out as it was stretched beyond pleasure. He shoved his
fingers in and out of her with intensity, his tongue lapping over
her clit as he did.

Catherine's eyes went wide when, just as she thought
she could take no more, she felt the man's thumb tuck inside of the
four fingers. She wanted to scream but couldn't. Instead she lay
there, her lower half feeling like it was being torn apart as he
pushed his entire hand up inside her pussy.

The man began moving his arm in and out of her, fist
fucking her. Catherine tried again to do anything to stop this
violation, but her body would not obey her. He licked her clit like
an ice cream cone and, despite how much pain she was in, Catherine
again felt reluctant pleasure begin to rise up inside of her
body.

The man's hand moved faster inside of her body,
pushing up against her uterus now. Catherine couldn't help herself.
Her pussy walls screamed but her clit screamed even louder. She was
filled with sweet, sick ecstasy, like a glass full of water, until
it finally spilled out of her in a rush of release.

Catherine's body flooded outward with the orgasm
wrought from this man's incessant perversion. She could do nothing,
could stop nothing that came from her as she was forced to come for
this evil man, this wicked soul. The pleasure and pain washed over
her like an ocean wave, drowning her, and Catherine's eyes forced
themselves shut ...

~~~

... only to open and see the ceiling tiles of the
dentist's office. Her pussy and clit were on fire, the dentist's
body bent down over her lower half. She could just see the shadowed
image of him as he stared down at her legs, spread open, that
wicked smile painted on his face.

Catherine tried to scream but couldn't. She still
couldn't move, couldn't tear herself away from this man. She heard
the grunting, the panting of Doctor Thorn as he forced his fist in
and out of her. Her sexual nightmare had come to life.

As her body finally began to relax again, he folded
his fingers up and slipped his hand out of her pussy. Once out,
Catherine had the strangest sensation in the lower half of her
body. It took her a second to realize that her pussy was still
gaping wide open, and that what she was feeling was the coolness of
the air
inside of her pussy.
Her mind reeled and she
struggled not to panic when she heard the distinctive sound of a
zipper being undone.

Catherine's heart began to beat again. She lay,
helpless, as she felt a huge, unseen cock slide its way into her
raw, sensitive pussy. Despite having just been forced wide open,
Doctor Thorn's cock was still large enough to rub against every
wall of her pussy. She could feel him pushing it all the way in,
thrusting to the back of her sore hole. His grunting picked up
again as he fucked her, Catherine's legs lying helpless on either
side of the dentist's chair.

Finally, thankfully, she heard the doctor let out a
low moan as his cock inside of her exploded out jism. The hot,
sticky fluid poured into her, filling her up beyond capacity. It
seemed like he wouldn't stop coming. The doctor emptied his sack
inside of her as he kept fucking her, his semen bubbling out of
Catherine's gaped pussy and down between her ass cheeks and onto
the chair.

He finished coming and pulled out of her, the rest of
his seed pouring out of Catherine's pussy and over her ass. In a
final act of sickness and carnality, Catherine felt the man's hands
plant themselves on her inner thighs as he began licking up his own
fluids off of her asshole and out of her pussy. He lapped up every
drop of himself, sucking the remainder out of her gaping pussy
before standing up to do up his pants.

While Catherine lay, breathing helpless, the doctor
readjusted her legs and put her pants back on. When she was dressed
and presentable, he walked to the side of the chair and Catherine
saw his gaze travel up her body to finally reach her wide open
eyes.

He froze, but only for a moment. The next thing she
saw, he was smiling. Smiling that smile of his, the smile that made
Catherine's heart pound, the smile that reached past his face and
went down, down, into the depths of hell.

He casually reached over and turned off the gas, his
eyes never leaving hers. Leaning down so that his mouth was right
next to her ear, she heard him whisper, "Almost done," before
standing up and turning to face away from her.

Catherine's mind swam. She blinked, her vision
blurry, as she began to regain motion back in her limbs. Her
muscles tingled in her limbs as she slowly came back to life. She
could hear the sound of papers being shuffled around and she turned
her head, seeing Doctor Thorn's back at the table on the opposite
wall.

Catherine let out a small moan and the doctor turned
around, a kind smile on his face.

"Ah Catherine, you're awake, good," he said. "The
procedure went fairly well, but I'm afraid you'll have to come in
for just one last appointment."

"Huh ... what?" Catherine asked, her head still
swimming.

"One last appointment," the doctor repeated to her, a
little louder this time. "I've already booked it with the
receptionist, it's for two days from now. That should give you
enough time to recover before I can see you again."

"Two ... days ... from now ..." Catherine repeated,
the words coming out of her mouth in a slurry.

"That's right," the doctor repeated. His smile
changed, became deeper, evil. He was looking in her eyes now,
looking straight at her, as he said what she needed to know. "In
two days, you'll come in here for an appointment. You won't be
scared, you won't run away. Two days' time."

"Two days," Catherine heard herself say.

"Good," the doctor said, and his face became pleasant
again, a light smile that reached his eyes. "So long,
Catherine."

He turned back to the table and busied himself with
paperwork. Catherine lifted herself up out of the chair, the space
between her legs throbbing as she walked out of the room. By the
time she had made it back to the foyer her head felt much clearer,
even if her body didn't feel entirely right. In the back of her
mind, the words "two days" kept repeating, over and over and
over.

~~~

Two days later, Catherine arrived at the dentist's
office, feeling a little confused and embarrassed. She knew that
she had an appointment with the dentist, had been thinking about it
all day in fact, but for the life of her she couldn't remember ever
making
the appointment. She signed in with the receptionist
and was assured that she did, in fact, have an appointment
booked.

Catherine sat down in a chair and picked up a
magazine, taking a glance around the room. She froze in place. She
was the only one there, save for the receptionist. There were no
other patients waiting. The sound of keyboard clacking away was
loud and ominous in the eerie silence. Something felt wrong to
Catherine, and a voice inside of her told her,
begged
her to
leave. But something held her back. Something kept her where she
was.

"Catherine?" the receptionist called out, snapping
her back to reality. "The dentist will see you now."

Catherine stood up and walked down the hall to the
examination room. Even before she entered the room she knew what
she was going to see, knew in her heart what was there waiting for
her. And as she turned the corner her suspicions were confirmed:
Doctor Thorn stood there staring at her, that smile pasted on his
face like a mask.

"Catherine," he said. "So glad you could make it.
Please, have a seat."

Catherine put her purse down and climbed up into the
dentist's chair. Doctor Thorn loomed over her, staring down into
her face with that smile of his always there.

"We're going to need the muscle relaxant again today,
Catherine. You remember that, don't you?"

Catherine swallowed and nodded, her throat feeling
too dry for her to speak. The doctor grabbed a needle from the
table beside her.

"Hold out your arm," he instructed, and she did as he
said. His eyes never left her, his smile never faltering, as he
injected her veins with the clear liquid. She immediately felt her
body begin to relax into the chair, her muscles melting down into
puddles as her head relaxed back into the headrest.

"Good," Doctor Thorn said as he placed the needle on
the table beside her. "Now unfortunately we've run out of gas,
Catherine, which means you're going to be awake during the entire
procedure. But I think you know what to expect since last time,
isn't that right?"

The barrier in Catherine's mind broke open and she
was flooded with panic. She remembered everything, everything that
happened to her the last time and she realized that she had to get
out of there immediately.

Her heart pounded as she struggled to get up, but her
body wasn't listening. The drugs had done their job and she was
stuck, helpless, unable to leave and get away from this place. Her
eyes rolled wildly in her head as the doctor's gaze traveled down
from her face to the waist of her pants. He reached down and undid
them, hooking his fingers inside and pulling her clothes down off
of her lower half. Catherine tried to scream but nothing came
out.

She felt the cool air against her bare skin as the
doctor spread open her legs, draping them over either side of the
chair. He placed his hands on either side of her pussy and spread
her lips apart, leaning down and breathing in deeply through his
nose.

"Ahhhh, how divine," he said, exhaling. Catherine
tried to scream, tried to cry, but she couldn't do a thing.

Doctor Thorn began to run his fingers roughly over
Catherine's pussy. She could feel her body responding to the
stimulation despite her mental attempts to make it stop. The more
he rubbed her the more she could feel herself getting wet, her clit
throbbing with anticipation. The doctor took advantage, dipping the
tips of his fingers into her, rubbing her own juices up along her
slit.

"Mmm, you're quite responsive, aren't you Catherine?"
he mused.

Catherine felt first one, then two of his fingers
slide easily inside of her pussy. She wanted to move away from his
touch but could only lay there as he fingered her. He rubbed up
hard against her G-spot and Catherine felt herself become wetter in
response.

The doctor introduced a third finger to the mix and
Catherine could feel her pussy walls stretching out. When he pushed
the fourth one in she thought she was going to rip wide open, but
the doctor didn't slow down or stop. Instead, he slipped two of the
fingers out of her pussy and, wet with her own personal brand of
lube, slid them up inside of her relaxed, unclenched asshole.

Catherine's eyes closed tight as she felt her anus
stretch open. He fingered both her pussy and ass at the same time,
his hand pushing up deep inside her. Doctor Thorn used his second
hand to play with Catherine's clit and she felt a surge of unbidden
pleasure fly through her. Her heart kept pounding as her breathing
came in harsher, heavier gasps.

"It's sounding like you're enjoying this," she heard
the doctor say down below. "What say we up the ante a little,
eh?"

The doctor took his hand out of Catherine's pussy and
shoved all four fingers inside of her ass. She felt the stretched,
overwhelming sensation of her asshole being forced wide open, and
at the same time his second hand moved down to her pussy opening,
sliding all four fingers inside at once.

Eight fingers were inside of Catherine's body. She
lay motionless but feeling everything as the doctor pushed them up
as far into her as they could go. He was stretching out the walls
of both her pussy and ass, and she could feel the fingers in her
asshole moving up farther, deeper inside of her, finally reaching
the knuckles of his hand and bursting through, sliding all the way
inside up to his wrist.

"Ooooh, we have a winner!" Doctor Thorn
exclaimed.

Catherine's eyes bulged out of her head as she felt
the doctor's entire hand inside of her ass moving back and forth,
fisting her. She could sense every movement, feel every twitch of
his fingers as he stretched her insides out even more.