The Pediatrician
by Piper
mc; f+g+; Mg; fdom; Mdom; mast; oral
“Alright, Mrs. Davis. I think that's everything. Now ef loo kud...” Emily lost track of what the lady was saying as the liquid, or whatever was in her ears, sloshed back and obscured her hearing again. Emily's blonde pigtails slapped her cheeks lightly as she shook her head, trying and failing to clear her ears.
The check-in lady put the form away and pointed towards the door to the second waiting room as she thanked Emily's mommy. Emily trailed a few steps behind as they both went to the door. Emily always waited in the second waiting room when she came for her check-ups. She did not know why. She looked back over her shoulder. Like usual, there were still a lot of empty chairs in the lobby's waiting room. The first grader slowed as she looked back, but her mommy took her hand and pulled her along as they stepped through the door.
They were at the end of a long hallway. It was brightly lit even though there were no windows. Some simple paintings decorated the walls, adding color to the whitewashed tunnel. The door swung closed behind them and gentle music began to play from overhead speakers. It reminded Emily of elevator music, the sort that suffused the background with a tune you could almost remember hearing before. To the young girl's ears, the sounds were muted and warped, although she thought that parts of it sounded familiar. Emily noticed that her mommy had slowed her pace after they entered the hallway, and the girl looked up curiously. Emily's mommy was fixated on the door at the opposite end of the hall, but her eyes were glassy and she did not respond when Emily tugged on her hand.
Worry was beginning to bloom in Emily when they reached the other end of the hallway. Without pause, her mommy opened the door and stepped through, pulling Emily along with her. The noise of the second waiting room hit Emily before the door opened wide enough for her to see. It was the same music that was playing in the hallway, but louder, more invasive. The notes, distorted to her ears, started giving Emily a headache.
Chairs were lined up along three of the walls of the small room, most of them empty. Emily's mommy pulled her into the room and immediately sat down in an empty chair. Other parents occupied several chairs as they flipped through magazines or checked messages on their phones. None of the children were sitting in the hard chairs along the walls. Instead, they were all sitting, or crawling, on the circle of large, plush beanbag chairs in the center of the room. All of the children in the second waiting room were girls. And they were all naked.
Emily stood stock-still, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the room. The writhing heap of girls' bodies made it difficult to tell how many there were. After a minute, Emily counted nine different girls. Four of them were middle schoolers, Emily decided. They were gangly, like they had been stretched too tall too fast. Three of them had breasts, or the beginnings of breasts, which stood out against their chests. The other five girls were closer to Emily's age, and one of them looked even younger, maybe a kindergartner. Emily winced as the music suffusing the room hit a particularly high note, even though the sound was somewhat dampened in her hearing. No one else seemed bothered by the music.
The older girls had each staked out a beanbag for herself. They sat lewdly, with their arms and legs splayed out wide, with no concern for their modesty. Technically, they were not fully exposed, since each of the older girls had an elementary schooler between her legs, hiding her cunny from sight. The younger girls were on all fours, licking the middle schoolers' cunnies as if they were candy. The kindergartner was currently the odd one out, and she went to each of the older girls in turn, kissing them on the lips or presenting her cunny for them to lick. Every so often, one of the older girls would make a whining noise in the general direction of one of the little girls, not even speaking. The younger girl would disentangle herself from the middle schooler she was currently servicing and go over to kiss the one who called her. The new girl would kiss the younger one, tasting the nectar of the other middle schooler. Emily watched this happen, and saw the kindergartner go to the middle schooler that was now alone and begin lapping at her cunny without hesitation. All of the girls had vacant expressions, no matter what they were doing. It was as if they were not even paying attention to their actions, but had to do it anyway.
After the initial shock wore off, fear crept back in. Emily retreated to her source of safety: her mommy. Emily climbed on the chair next to the one where her mommy was sitting, reading emails on her phone. It took almost a minute of insistent pulling on her mommy's arm before Emily won her attention from the phone. Emily saw the same blank look from the girls in her mother's eyes, and that scared her even more. She pointed at the naked children in the middle of the room and tried to explain her fear. Her own words sounded garbled to her ears, so she did not know how well she was communicating. Her mommy looked over at the squirming bodies and seemed to focus on the older girl who was now being serviced by the kindergartner.
Emily's mommy nodded and said, “Las. Thabees Olisan. I boat oogo end bay itheh?”
Emily looked over at the middle schooler that had drawn her mommy's attention, but the older girl had just arched her back over the edge of the beanbag chair and Emily could not see her face. Emily thought she might be hurt because she was shaking all over and clamping her thighs tightly against the kindergartner still licking between her legs. Emily huddled against her mommy's arm and closed her eyes, not wanting to watch anymore. Her mommy had already been absorbed by her phone again and ignored Emily shivering against her.
“Uhmund? Uhmund Mosh?”
Emily cracked her eyes open just enough to see. A nurse had come into the room using the only door, aside from the one connecting to the lobby. Emily guessed that the nurse's door led to the patient rooms. As Emily watched, the kindergartner stood up and walked over to the nurse without putting any of her clothes back on. The nurse had the same slack expression as everyone else in the second waiting room. The six-year-old walked placidly through the door that the nurse held open for her. The nurse swept her eyes around the room, and when her eyes landed on Emily, she frowned a little. It was the first time Emily had seen anyone make a definite facial expression since she had come into the second waiting room. She wondered if the nurse was mad because she had not removed her clothes, like the other girls. The nurse did not say anything. The door swung closed and everything went back to the way it had been before. Except there was one less girl.
A whine came from the abandoned middle schooler. Emily glanced at the elementary student that was supposed to be on rotation. The small girl was trying to slip away, but her middle schooler kept her arms wrapped around the elementary student, forcing her to keep kissing. That older girl was being greedy, since she already had an elementary schooler between her legs. The whining middle schooler finally sat back up and looked around to see why she was not getting a new girl between her legs. Her glazed eyes took in the surrounding girls and apparently she could not figure out which of the small girls was supposed to be hers. Then she looked over and saw Emily curled up next to her mommy.
Emily hurriedly closed her eyes again, but not before recognizing the older girl. It was Alison, an eighth grader who lived two blocks away from Emily. She was Emily's most frequent babysitter and the two of them had spent many fun nights together while Emily's parents went out. Alison always brought over cookies when she came to babysit, and always let Emily have one or two more cookies than what her parents had allowed. Emily had always thought Alison was very pretty, and seeing her naked now only confirmed that she was developing into a beautiful lady.
Over the sound of the throbbing music, Emily heard a rasping noise. Alison must be getting up from the beanbag chair. Emily burrowed her face against her mommy and kept her eyes closed. She did not want to see Alison like this. It was as scary as her mommy, but in a different way. Her mommy was not really acting too strange. There had been plenty of times in Emily's life when her mommy had ignored and dismissed her, like she was doing now. Alison had never ignored her. Alison had always been happy and willing to play with her. So it was almost worse seeing Alison act as mindlessly as she was right now. The darkness of Emily’s eyelids grew darker, like there was a shadow cast over her. She opened her eyes.
Alison was looking down at Emily with glassy eyes. Her lips and cheeks were shiny with nectar traded by the elementary schoolers. Emily's eyes flicked down and she saw that Alison's cunny was similarly gleaming in the fluorescent light. Alison was breathing deeply, her small breasts stretching and swelling with each inhalation. She was smiling at Emily, like she always did when babysitting. Her smile was different now, though. It was vacant, lacking the warmth that Alison always had. Alison spread her arms apart, wordlessly welcoming Emily into her embrace.
Emily shook her head, declining Alison's invitation. Bad move. For the first time since the lobby, both of Emily's ears cleared as the liquid, or whatever, drained back. The music, no longer distorted, pounced. The melody was catchy and insistent. It pounded into Emily's head, pushing back her own thoughts. Her headache cleared, or she had stopped thinking enough to even have a headache. Emily's mind became fuzzy and limp, like when an arm or a leg fell asleep. The last thing she was aware of, for a long time, was standing up and starting to take off her clothes.
“Emily? Emily Davis?”
Emily looked up abruptly. Something sloshed forward in her ears, warping the melody of the music she had been listening to. Her head felt stuffy, like she was getting over a cold. She was staring at something pale, pink. It took her a moment to realize that she was between a girl's legs, and looking up the length of her body. There was a strong, sweet smell in the air, heightened by the lingering taste in her mouth. Emily traced her eyes up the soft curves of the girl's body until she saw the girl's face and recognized Alison. Was she being babysat? Emily did not know but she did not think so. Emily sat up and Alison mewled pathetically as she lost the mouth that had been pleasuring her.
The dreamlike quality of the situation started to recede and Emily's memories began to resurface. The time between when she had seen Alison standing over her, and now, when she found herself between Alison's legs, was a pleasant blur without anything concrete. But Emily remembered coming into the second waiting room, and how scary it had been seeing everyone acting mindlessly. That fear was coming back quickly. She did not know what to do, and no one in this room was in any state to help her. Emily looked at the nurse, who was watching her without expression. Unable to think of what else to do, Emily stood up and walked over to the nurse.
As she moved, Emily realized for the first time that she was naked. She looked down at herself. Her flat chest had drying saliva around her nipples. Between her skinny legs, she saw that her cunny was glistening with saliva as well. Whatever she had been doing, she had not spent the whole time between Alison's legs. Emily reached up to her mouth as she stopped next to the nurse. She wiped away the sweet nectar from her lips with her hand and then tried to clean her hand by wiping the substance on her bare hip. The nurse gestured and Emily nervously stepped through the doorway. She looked back, over the nest of naked girls, and saw her mommy, who had not even looked up from her phone.
The music was softer outside the second waiting room, like it had been in the hallway. It was still everywhere, though, and Emily could feel the beginnings of her headache returning as the warped music struck her ears. Now that she was alone with the clothed nurse, embarrassment set in and Emily belatedly attempted to cover herself with her hands. The nurse was oblivious to Emily's attempt at modesty and merely led her into the first patient room to the left of the second waiting room. As soon as Emily was inside the room, the nurse left and closed the door behind her without saying anything.
Emily ran to the door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked. There was a keyhole on this side, but she did not have a key. She was trapped. Panicked, Emily looked around the room. There was an examination table, cabinets, a sink, and a swivel chair. It looked mostly like the nurse's office at school. Emily could not remember if it looked like rooms from other doctor's visits. She had only ever come to this pediatrician, and now that she was trying to remember, she found that she could not recall what had happened during those prior visits. Emily's vision went blurry and hot tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She had to find a way out. She had to get out of here, with her mommy too.
For lack of other options, Emily decided to go through the cabinets and hope that she could find a key to the door. The closest ones to her were under the counter top, to the right of the sink. Emily opened the double doors and saw what she thought were several pairs of headphones in a nest of tangled wires and loose batteries. She hunched over to get a better look. The quick motion dislodged the liquid in her ears. Emily realized her mistake even as she bent forward, but it was too late. One of her ears had popped, letting the music enter normally.
From her odd position of having her left ear clear and her right clogged, Emily began to realize what was happening. The music was pushing into her head, making her do things. Like it had done in the second waiting room. With her right ear still blocked, however, Emily remained aware of what was happening. The discordant notes she heard with her right ear limited the music's control over her. Not by much. Emily leapt back into a standing position like a puppet whose strings had been jerked. She walked over to the other side, the far cabinet and opened the door. There were six shelves, with three trays arranged neatly on each shelf. Emily took one of the trays from the lowest shelf and carried it over to the examination table. The tray had numerous rounded cylinders, about the length and width of a pen, except they were ribbed. There was also a much bigger cylinder, made of purple rubber and shaped like a man's private part. It was almost as big as Emily's forearm.
Emily knew what was about to happen, what she was about to do. She was not a part of it, really. Her body was going through the motions, but without both ears functioning, the music was fighting itself, and she could not be fully immersed in its melody. It left her trapped in her own body, aware of what was happening and unable to do anything to stop. Her tears had dried up. She could not cry anymore even if she wanted to. She watched herself climb onto the examination table next to the tray. The leather was smooth and cool against her warm skin. She sat lengthwise on the table as if about to lie down, but she did not.
Emily watched her hand reach for the big purple private part. A smile tugged on her lips, unbidden. Trying not to think about what her hands were doing, Emily wondered why the music was making her smile. It was as fake as the rest of her actions, but someone had decided it was worth adding to the music. Her effort to distract herself worked so well that she was actually caught off guard when she slid the thick shaft into her open mouth. The bulbous thing kept her jaw stretched almost as wide as it could go. It had lingering sweetness that reminded Emily of the flavor on her tongue when she had woken up in the second waiting room. The part of Emily's mind that was still free considered how many girls had used this rubbery device between their legs. Still under the sway of the music, Emily began sucking on the rubber noisily, as she would a pacifier or a bottle. Half of the tube would not fit into her mouth, and it hung down limply as she let go with her hands and kept it inside with the force of her suction alone.
Before Emily could process her feelings about having such a gross thing in her mouth, she started moving again. She twisted on the table, rolling onto her stomach while being careful not to knock the tray off. She positioned the free, flat end of the rubber man-thing against the table so that she did not have to suck constantly to keep the toy in her mouth. She had to raise herself up on her elbows to keep her head in the right position, because the thing was so long. Although she initially kept the lower half of her body flat against the table, Emily found herself scooting her knees forward, so that her butt was arched into the air. She imagined that she looked rather like a bunny right now, hunched forward with her butt stuck out. The man-thing in her mouth could even be like a carrot she was nibbling on. It was not a comfortable fantasy, since she was aware that she was actually naked in a doctor's office, but it helped keep her mind off her fear. At least it did until she reached her now-free hand back to the tray, blindly fumbling for one of the smaller cylinders. She did not turn her head because, she guessed, that would mean slipping the man-thing out of her mouth. Still in her bunny pose, Emily began inserting the small tube into her cunny.
Emily did not like the feeling. The tube was itchy inside of her. Even though it was smooth rubber, the ribbed cylinder made her cunny tingle as she forced it in. From the sensation, Emily thought that she might have to go to the bathroom, but she had no success in trying to wrest back control of her body to take care of those needs. Once she could not push the tube any further inside of herself, the music told Emily what would happen next, like the next stepping stone along a path was being illuminated. It was not a voice in her head, it was only an awareness of what her body would be compelled to do, a few moments before it acted.
So, with a sense of déjà vu, Emily reached back and groped for the remaining tubes on the tray. Her small fist closed around them as she gathered them all at once. It was a difficult trick to keep bobbing her head on the man-thing in her mouth while she did this, but her body performed the maneuver flawlessly. She pulled one of the tubes out of her fist with her free hand and raised it to her butt hole. Emily felt like she was wincing as she started pushing the tube up her butt, but her face remained impassive as she continued sucking on the rubber man-thing. The new cylinder felt different, but no less strange, as it slid up her butt, than the one that she had pushed into her cunny.
Despite the weird feeling as the new tube came to a stop inside of her, Emily was relieved. Now that her mouth, her cunny, and her butt were filled, maybe she could stop. Or maybe she would stick the remaining tubes in less embarrassing places, like her nose or her ears. That hoped died quickly as the music revealed the next step along the path. Emily did not get to stop because she already had a tube in her cunny and her butt. She would keep going, adding more tubes alongside the originals. It would stretch her body out, slowly, to help her prepare herself. She did not know what she was preparing herself for, and the music did not tell her.
Emily's cunny sent up a trickle of pain as she started adding a second insertion. She was surprised that the little hole could stretch so far to begin with. Even with the pain, there was something satisfying in the way that the ribbed rubber slid up inside of her. It took her a few minutes to add the other tubes, with each one being more difficult than the last. When Emily had four tubes in her butt and three in her cunny, the music let her stop. She was mentally exhausted and wanted to collapse on the examination table, but the music kept her on all fours, sucking on the rubber man-thing.
The sound of the doorknob turning drew Emily's attention. She was facing away from the door, and the music was keeping her in her bunny pose, so she could not see who had come in. Emily tried to shrink back in her own head as she continued mechanically sucking on the man-thing. She heard a soft thump, and then a clatter of wheels rolling on the tile floor. She strained her eyes as far to the side as she could and saw the pediatrician wheeling up next to her on the swivel chair. He was old, older than her daddy anyway. He had dark hair and brown eyes that were a few shades lighter, softened by smile-lines at the corners. His nose had a funny little bend to it, like it had been broken once and not set correctly. As he looked at her, Emily noticed that he was wearing little things like her daddy's Bluetooth in each ear. She wondered if that was why he did not look empty like all of the other people.
“Are you in there, Emily?”
It would have been a strange question to ask normally, since he was looking right at her and sitting about a foot away. Emily understood, though. He knew that she was awake! Maybe he noticed that she was trying to look back at him, instead of staring ahead blankly while she sucked on the giant rubber man-thing. She could not even pause in her rhythm long enough to nod. But if he was still acting normal, maybe he could help her! Emily started trying to communicate wordlessly, to make him understand that he needed to cover her ears. It may have worked, because the doctor's face disappeared and he seemed to be leaning forward to look into her ears. She felt a cone press inside her right ear, like doctors always do when they check for an ear infection. He was being careful, moving the device along with her bobbing head so it did not pull against her. After a moment, Emily realized she could hear the blood pounding in her head. That meant her ear was clear again. With sudden dread, Emily realized what would happen when the pediatrician removed his device. A few seconds later, he did.
With both of her ears clear, Emily's defense against the music was gone. The melody poured into both ears, unimpeded, like a river. It washed away her conscious mind, drowning it in the need to obey instructions. Emily's eyes relaxed and glazed over as the flood of music chased away her thoughts. She stayed hunched over on the table, tubes sticking out of all her holes, placidly waiting for instructions. In the meantime, she kept up her slow pace on the man-thing she had pinned against the tabletop. Up. Swirl her tongue around the head. Down. Until she almost choked on it. Up. Breathe through her nose. Down. Suck hard with her cheeks. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Emily was bobbing her head. She did not know why. She felt like she was rising from the depths of a dream, but she had never woken up already in motion. Her eyes were closed. She tried to think. She pulled at her memories, drawing them up like an anchor from the bottom of the sea. She had been in a patient room, naked, and she had stuffed herself with-- but she did not want to think about that. She remembered what was in her mouth: that big purple man-thing that she had set on top of the examination table. It tasted different now. It was smaller, and it tasted bitter and salty, instead of having the lingering sweetness of girl-nectar.
Emily opened her eyes and found herself looking at the bottom of an untucked blue shirt. It was untucked because the man was not wearing pants. She knew it was a man because her lips were currently wrapped around his man-thing as she moved her head up and down. Still caught on the line between waking and dreaming, Emily did not stop right away. She tried to piece together her fragmented thoughts and memories. She was kneeling under a big desk, between the man's legs. The music must have made her do things, again. Even here, in this office, the music was playing. If she stopped sucking on his man-thing, he would know she was awake. Like the pediatrician had known. Could this man be him? Emily strained her eyes to one side while trying to keep bobbing her head like she had been. Yes, there was his lab coat, hanging from a hook on the wall near his chair. He was a doctor, maybe the same one that had come to see her.
Now that the music was discordant to her ears again, Emily felt her headache start to return. It was distracting, and hurt a bit, but at least it could not steal her body from her. Emily did not know what to do. If she stopped sucking on the man-thing, the man would know she was free. If he did, he might fix her ears and she would be trapped by the music again. Emily remembered the vacant expressions of Alison and the other girls in the second waiting room. She did not want that to ever happen to her again. A minute passed and Emily forced herself to keep sucking on the man-thing.
Without warning, Emily felt the man's hands grab either side of her head and pull her up, so that his man-thing slipped free of her mouth. A thread of drool connected her lips to the tip of his thing, until gravity stretched it past its breaking point. Emily tried to copy Alison's blank look as she stared at the twitching organ. The man pushed his chair back and stood up. She could only see him from the waist down, until he stooped to pull his pants up. She met his eyes briefly and hoped he did not see anything unusual in her face. She wanted to cry. It was her same doctor. He even smiled at her, kindly.
“Tayir, Amlea. Uhbie whut dock.”
Then his face was gone. He seemed to be collecting things from the top of the desk. Emily stayed hidden from view, under the desk. She realized that the strong salty flavor was still in her mouth, even though the man's thing was gone. She swirled her tongue around in her mouth, probing her cheeks. There were traces of something more slimy mingling with her saliva. It took her several moments of thought to realize that the man must have peed, or done something, in her mouth while she had been under the influence of the music. Emily's whole body trembled as she fought the urge to cry and scream for help. She watched the pediatrician's legs pivot and then flash out of sight as he walked around the desk. Even over the music, she could hear the thud of the door a few seconds later.
Emily did not move for half a minute. She strained her ears, listening for and dreading the soft sound of the latch when the door opened. It occurred to her that she might not even hear it, between the music playing and her ears distorting sounds. Finally, she decided to get up. She eased herself out from under the desk and discovered that her small limbs were stiff, as if they had been in one position for too long. She stood up and reached her arms high over her head to ease the soreness in her arms. She was still naked, but now she could escape while the pediatrician was gone. She turned, looked at the desk, and almost started crying, in relief this time.
There was a phone on the far corner of the desk. She could call for help! It would have made more sense to walk around the desk, since she was so short. But in her relief and desperation, Emily pushed herself against the closest edge of the desk and half-climbed on it, reaching for the phone. The sudden change in the angle of her head was her undoing. Even as Emily grabbed the handset, her hearing cleared. Music poured in, its sweet notes eroding her fears. Emily froze, bent over the desk, the handset held tightly in her small hand. She felt sleepy. She felt scared. No, just sleepy. The tension began to drain out of Emily's arms and legs. She slipped free of the desk and found herself sagging into the pediatrician's cushioned armchair. The music sang through Emily's mind as she struggled to cling to the knowledge that something bad was happening. Her chin dipped down and she saw that the handset was still in her hand. She had wanted to do something. There was something she was supposed to do. Emily stared at the phone. The numbered buttons on the handset blurred together in her vision. She was supposed to call someone. Because something bad was happening. Cheerful melodies swam though her head. But it was bad. But she liked it. But she should not.
The last of Emily's will was fading as she lifted her finger. Slowly. So slowly. 9...1...1
Dear The Pediatrician,
That's right, I ended on a cliffhanger. Now you know how it feels.
Best wishes,
Piper
That's right, I ended on a cliffhanger. Now you know how it feels.
Best wishes,
Piper