VITAMIN SHOTS

BY BANDERSON

[ part 1 ]

“Do I have to, Daddy?”

“You want to grow up tall and strong, don’t you, young lady?” Dan Backus smiled at his twelve-year-old “daughter,” Claire. and patted her on the shoulder. She was a slender brunette with a figure that was just starting to blossom into womanhood.

Claire looked up with apprehension at Dr. Reginald McArne. She was sitting on a padded table in an exam room at the commune’s small clinic.

The doctor bent down until he was eye to eye with her. He was about years older than her “father” and had some gray in his black hair. He wore a white coat with big pockets and Claire could see a stethoscope in one. “There’s nothing to worry about. All the girls get these shots,” he said. “They contain vitamins and minerals necessary for you to become a young woman.”

“Why don’t the boys have to take them?” she grimaced.

“Now, don’t be a baby,” Dan said.

“Boys don’t grow up the same as girls,” the doctor said. “You know that, don’t you?”

“Sure. Sister Athena told us.”

“Sisters” at the commune didn’t mean the same as sisters in the outside world. Sister or Brother was a term that members called each other as a sign of respect. Even though they may not be related, they were all united as a family at the Henderson Commune in the mountains of Kentucky.

Claire began to cry.

“What’s wrong, honey?” the doctor asked gently.

“I don’t like needles!”

“Ahhh,” he said, nodding his head slowly and glancing over at Dan. "Well, there are other ways you can take your vitamins.”

She nodded her head eagerly. “Yes! I’ll do that!”

Dan looked quizzically at Dr. McArne. The doctor just gave him a small smile.

“I’m not sure you’ll like it, though. A shot might be easier.”

The girl became confused. “Why? I’ve taken pills before.”

“It’s not in a pill,” he said. “You see, the medicine needs to go directly into your bloodstream. It can’t go into your stomach first or the effect is reduced.”

She pouted. “Well, then, how do you do it?”

The doctor went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. He returned to the girl and her father and opened it. Both of them were looking at him expectantly. Dr. McArne fished out a capsule and held it up. To the girl, it looked huge, about an inch-and-a-half long and the thickness of his little finger. Her eyes went wide.

“What is that? Is that a pill?”

“No, my dear, it’s a suppository.”

Dan grinned over the head of his daughter.

“What’s that mean?”

“It goes up into your butt.”

Claire looked horrified. “My butt! No way!” She wiggled on the padded table, thinking about how that might feel.

“It won’t hurt. We get it coated with grease and it slides right in.”

“Ewww! That’s gross.”

“Well, I said the shot is easier.”

“Okay, okay – I’ll take the shot.” She looked at her father for a last reprieve. “Please, dad, do I have to?”

“Yes, dear. Tammy got her first shot already. You didn’t see her acting like a baby, did you?”

Tammy was Claire’s best friend. The girl didn’t say anything, she just set her mouth and folded her arms in front of her.

“All right, a shot it is.” Dr. McArne paused. “Now you know, Claire, you have to come in regularly and get these. Are you going to be okay about that?”

“I don’t like it. But if Dad says I have to…”

Dan patted her shoulder again. “That’s right. She needs how many shots, doctor?” he asked, although he already knew.

“There are twelve shots, one per month for the next year. But if you decide you’d rather have the suppository, that’s fine too.”

The truth was, most girls in the commune asked to switch to the suppository after the fourth or fifth shots, for there were far more than vitamins in the medicine they were given. There was a small dose of a powerful drug Dr. McArne had developed himself, back when he’d been a researcher for a large pharmaceutical firm. It racketed up one’s libido until they needed sexual stimulation nearly all the time. Plus, it lowered one’s inhibitions and made one more susceptible to suggestions. Finally, it contained a common birth control agent.

There were strict rules governing the sexual contact of the girls for the first six months. Immediate family members could touch the girls and occasionally masturbate them, but they were forbidden to have sexual intercourse with them until the drug built up in their systems. The girls would become sexually frustrated, but they were given little outlet for it because they were strictly monitored. That’s why many began asking for suppositories after a few months – even that little bit of sexual contact gave them a taste of what they craved.

The school also helped in their training. The children were divided into three groups: Those ages six to eleven were taught in a traditional one-room schoolhouse in the center of the compound. Girls and boys at that critical age, twelve and thirteen, were given special instruction by Sister Paige and Brother Ben at a building at the edge of the commune, where it backed up against the woods.

Those ages fourteen to eighteen were taught in a separate one-room “high school.” Like the “middle school” children, these kids learned far more than history, math and science. The girls were taught to be submissive and sexual and the boys how to be dominant but in a caring and loving way. No abuse was tolerated at the commune, but punishments for transgressions was.

“Okay, jump down and bend over the table.” Dr. McArne readied the shot.

Claire beseeched her dad. “Can’t I get it in my arm?”

“Listen to the doctor, dear,” Dan replied.

She did as she was told and the doctor admired her firm bottom underneath her dress. “I have to lift your skirt, all right?”

The girl whimpered and McArne took that as a yes. He raised the skirt up and Dan stepped forward to hold it while the doctor eased down her panties, exposing the pale globes. He gave Claire her shot and she cried a little when the needle went into upper part of her pert bottom. Her father comforted her and soon she was out the door, glad to be released. Dan shook the doctor’s hand.

“Thanks, doc. I’m looking forward to this.”

“Just follow the rules, Dan. Their minds are not yet ready for anything untoward for several more months.”

“I will, doc. I promise.”

After Claire left, Dr. McArne checked with his nurse to find that Suzie and her mother were waiting in the second exam room. He took her chart and went inside. Suzie sat anxiously on the table, her legs beating a tattoo against the base. The slender blonde was here to receive her fifth shot in the series. She seemed quite eager. Today she was wearing a short skirt and a tee-shirt.

Her mother, Diane, stood nearby, in her display position, her arms clasped behind her, her head down. She was just thirty, for she had had Suzie when she had been seventeen. Diane was one of the first generation of test subjects and he was very pleased at how obedient and sexually available she had become. She had first arrived at the commune at age fourteen – a typical rebellious, spoiled teenager. His vitamin shots soon put a stop to that behavior!

Today, she wore a tube top that displayed her ample breasts, her nipples hard points against the material. Her stomach was bare except for the small belly button ring, a sign of her ownership by her master. Her skirt was loosely gathered around her waist and ended halfway down her thighs. Of course, the doctor knew she wore no panties. After age thirteen, none of the girls did.

Diane didn’t look up when the doctor entered, but she did move her legs apart, signaling her willingness to do anything he wanted. He smiled. First things first.

“Well, Suzie, how are you today?”

“I’m fine, doc, just need my shot,” she said all at once. She seemed on edge. Dr. McArne smiled. Little wonder, considering how the drug must be working on her, even as her parents prevented her from satisfying her itch.

“Hmm. Looking at your chart, I wanted to give you the option of the suppositories today. Some girls prefer that over the shots at this level of their, um, dosage.”

She looked puzzled and he explained how the suppositories worked, watching her eyes take on a sexual glaze.

“I’ll bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” Her butt twitched on the table. “Okay.”

“Very well, please remove your clothes.”

Suzie didn’t hesitate nor seem embarrassed. She jumped down and was soon naked, awaiting the doctor’s next instructions. Excellent, he thought. He admired her slim hips and budding breasts. There was very little hair on the little peach between her legs.

“All right, jump back up and lay on your stomach.”

She did, her body wiggling in anticipation. He slipped on one rubber glove and approached her. With his bare hand, he stroked her back, noting how she shivered under his touch. Her eyes closed and her mouth came open. He could see goose-bumps rise on her flesh.

Dr. McArne glanced over at Diane to see she had not moved. “Sister Diane, you may assist. Please give your daughter comfort while I attend to her.”

Diane moved at once to her side, using her hands to stroke the girl’s back.

“Now Suzie, this won’t hurt a bit. In fact, some girls actually like it.” Yeah, he thought, most of them climax during the procedure, an event he encouraged. It helped to train them to accept cocks up their ass later.

He found the bottle of suppositories in the cabinet and a jar of lubricant. Suzie’s eyes peered over her shoulder as he smeared the lubricant all over her asshole, making sure to work his gloved fingers well inside, first with one finger, then with two.

She groaned and began to shake.

He dabbed the lubricant over the gel-filled capsule and transferred it to his gloved hand. Then, working slowly to give her the maximum effect, he slipped the suppository inside and made sure he pushed it well back with two fingers. His cock grew hard.

Suzie drew in several short breaths but she didn’t climax. We can’t have that, he thought, a sly smile on his lips.

“Suzie, now I need to make sure the capsule is deep enough inside so it won’t be expelled,” he lied. “I’m going to insert something into your anus to push it, all right?”

By now, she probably would have agreed to anything as long as he didn’t stop playing with her ass. She nodded, biting her lip. The doctor retrieved a narrow soft rubber dildo from a drawer with his free hand and coated it with the lubricant. Then he eased the tip into her ass. He glanced up to see Diane staring at it and licking her lips. She didn’t say a word. Her nipples were hard points against her tube top.

The dildo was worked in an inch, pulled out and pushed back in again, pressing deeper each time. In essence, he was fucking her with it, although Suzie probably wouldn’t think of it that way. She would only find that it felt very good and she didn’t want it to stop. The drug was working well, he mused.

His hand moved faster now and he observed her breath had shallowed and her eyes were big. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she said, her slender hips jerking with each in-stroke. When he pushed it almost all the way in, she climaxed, shuddering on the table.

“That was very good, Suzie, you did great,” he said, soothing any fears or embarrassment she may have. “Wasn’t she great, Diane?”

Hearing her name, the mother found her voice. “Oh, yes, doctor. I’m so proud of Suzie.” Her hands continued to stroke her.

The doctor removed the glove and tossed it into the trash. He placed the dildo in the sink to be washed later. “All right, you may get dressed and return to the waiting room. While I have your mother here, I want to give her a checkup,” he said.

Diane looked up at him and smiled shyly.

Suzie left and Dr. McArne shut the door. “Strip,” he said simply and in seconds, Diane had the two items of clothing on the floor. “Bend over the table.”

She obeyed immediately, her bottom tipped up invitingly to him. She spread her legs and leaned her elbows on the table. McArne began to stroke her ass, reaching between to smear the copious fluids that had moistened her open slit. She began to breathe harder now.

“How many children do you have?” he asked, although he already knew.

“Five, doctor.”

“What are their ages?” His hand teased her, probing deeper and rubbing her clit.

“Uh, twelve, ten, seven—ohhh, doctor! —five and two,” she responded.

“So you’ve been on the pill two years, right?” The doctor routinely gave the women of the commune breaks or they’d be pregnant all the time. After all, they were fucked all the time.

“Yes, sir—Oh!”

“I think it’s time I took you off of it. What do you think?” He knew she’d be pregnant again within two months, maybe sooner.

“Whatever you say, doctor.”

“Good, tell your master to call me and I’ll explain it to him.” He knew Sam would be thrilled. He loved seeing his slave pregnant, even if they weren’t all his children. For Diane, like all women on the commune, couldn’t say no to any man. And the men were taught not to be jealous. They knew they had it good here and jealousy had no place.

Dr. McArne unzipped his pants and slipped inside her.

“Oh!” she said and dipped her head lower and braced herself.

He fucked her, hard and fast, using her tits to pull her onto his cock. She made a lot of noise, as all the girls had been trained to do. No doubt the nurses and other patients could hear them. It always drove them crazy.

He bellowed when he shot his seed into her and she climaxed automatically. No matter how many times they achieved an orgasm, their bodies had been trained to have another one whenever a man came inside them. That was to make the men feel good about their prowess – it really had little to do with a woman’s pleasure. That was just a side benefit.

He finished and pulled out. “Wait here for a few minutes to catch your breath, then you can get dressed and leave.”

He left her there, bent over and gasping from her last orgasm, and went out to the nurses’ station, his cock still dangling from his pants. There were two women on duty. Barbara, twenty-five, was seven months pregnant with her third child. Sandy, three years younger, was currently on the pill, being in-between pregnancies.

“Suck me off,” he ordered Sandy and she dropped to her knees to take his softening cock into her mouth. She cleaned him thoroughly, not seeming to mind the taste of Diane’s pussy on her tongue, and he patted her cheek as he zipped up. “Thanks.”

“I’m taking Diane off the pill,” he told Barbara and she nodded and made a note in her file.

A few minutes later, Diane staggered out of the exam room, one breast poking free of her tube top. She smiled at the two nurses and waved at the doc and left through the door to the waiting room.