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My Name is Dr. Dark 1 (Mf, cons, young teen)
Warning - Don't read it if you shouldn't. This is erotic fiction
containing graphical sexual content as outlined in the coding above.
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Please email me with your comments (good or bad) to: mpornwriter@hotmail.com
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My Name is Dr. Dark
©1998 Mr Pornwriter (mrpornwriter@hotmail.com)
Chapter 1 Trap
~ My name is Dr. Richard Dark. Doctor of medicine, healer of the sick,
~ and distinguished member of this community. I am fairly successful
~ in my profession without attracting too much attention from my
~ peers. Being a partner in a medical practice and a consultant at the
~ local hospital, I lead a fairly active life. Take this morning for
~ instance.
~ I have spent my morning examining patients, dispensing drugs and
~ writing up notes in the illegible manner that us doctors are
~ renowned for.
~ Being a senior partner, and at only the age of thirty-five I might
~ add, I have the luxury of picking and choosing who I see, filtering
~ any unwanted, unattractive patients to my juniors. As you may
~ imagine, there are plenty of those, and so my lesser colleagues are
~ kept extremely busy whilst I enjoy a more, shall we say, relaxed
~ working environment. After all, stress can kill you know!
~ Believe me, I'm a doctor.
"Bzzzzzz."
"Doctor Dark, Mary and Heather Weaver are here to see you."
~ Oh, excuse me would you. Work beckons.
The doctor presses down on the intercom.
"Thank you nurse Jones. Send them in please."
~ This should prove interesting. I'd stick around if I were you.
A few moments later the door opens and in marches Nurse Jones, a
matronly type in her late forties, followed by Mrs Weaver and her
daughter Heather. The nurse proceeds over to the doctor's desk and
hands him a light-brown cardboard file.
"Thank you very much Nurse. Hold all my calls would you."
"Yes doctor", comes the immediate reply. Nurse Jones has worked for
Doctor Dark for almost seven years and is his number one fan. She holds
the consultant in the highest regard, and for her, he can do no wrong.
~ Oh, but I'm trying!
The full bosomed woman closes the door on her way out, whilst the
doctor courteously stands up and gestures for his visitors to sit.
"Please, won't you have a seat Mrs Weaver, you too Heather." The
handsome physician produces a warm, friendly smile, nurtured over a
number of years to relax the patient and reassure them that they are in
the safest of hands.
~ Well not yet. But hey! They've only just got here!
Mary Weaver is an attractive brunette in her mid thirties. Her curvy,
hour-glass figure is wrapped in a smart business suit consisting of a
pin-striped skirt and jacket, under which a slightly transparent silk
blouse presses against a fine pair of breasts.
Her daughter, Heather, holds a strong resemblance to her mother, except
of course that she is only about a third of Mary's age and hasn't
developed quite so much in the hips or mammary department. Nonetheless,
her small, cone-shaped titties make a decent enough impression on the
T-shirt that she wears tucked into a pair of tight fitting faded jeans.
~ Oh yes, I want her.
"Now then," says Dr. Dark forcing himself to take his eyes off the
young girl for a moment and look down at her medical records. They
consist of the usual array of tetanus and chicken pox jabs, together
with a couple of trips to casualty for minor knocks and scrapes.
Nothing serious, a typical medical history.
"So what seems to be the problem?" The doctor looks up and switches
glances between Mary and her daughter.
Heather Weaver turns to her mother and anxiously wills her to do the
talking. Her silent plea is registered with the woman on her left who
clears her throat and begins to speak.
"Well Dr. Dark, Heather's been feeling rather poorly for the last
couple of days now, so I've kept her off school. But when she still
felt unwell this morning I thought it best to arrange an appointment
with you immediately. Thank you for fitting us in so quickly by the
way."
"Not at all, Mrs Weaver. You did the right thing."
Turning his gaze to the young teenager, Dr Dark softens his voice.
"So what are your symptoms young lady?"
The girl, alarmed that the question is directed at her, again nervously
looks to her mother, as if she doesn't speak English and needs her to
interpret. Again Mary Weaver fields the question.
"Erm, well it started as a stomach ache on Sunday afternoon, didn't it
Heather?" She seeks confirmation from her silent offspring who just
nods, slouched in her seat with her arms folded.
"And since then she's been having a lot of stabbing pains. I gave her
some paracetamol but they haven't seem to done any good."
"Hmmm, I see." Doctor Dark sits, hands clasped for several moments,
seemingly deep in thought.
~ I've made my diagnosis already my friends. But why let that spoil
~ the fun. First though, I feel it's time we heard from the patient.
~ After all, she's only had a walk-on part so far.
"How old are you Heather?"
The question is simple enough and Mrs Weaver feels sufficiently
embarrassed enough not to step in and answer it. This time her daughter
is on her own.
"Thirteen" Heather replies timidly, immediately averting her gaze down
from the doctor's stare.
~ Ah, thirteen. my lucky number.
Richard Dark knows this information already of course; Heather's date
of birth is indicated clearly in his notes. But he uses this as an
exercise in opening up the youngster, so to speak. Once she answers one
question, other answers will follow. And so he will let her talk
herself into trouble... more trouble than she can possibly imagine.
"Uhuh... and you've started your periods I take it?"
The sweet teenager blushes heavily and mumbles a yes.
"Over a year ago, Doctor", embellishes Heather, eager to keep the
prestigious doctor satisfied with the information he's receiving.
"But you're not having one now?"
"No." The monosyllabic replies are getting a trifle tedious for the
doctor and he decides to take a more hands-on approach.
"Right well we'd better take a look at you then. Would you mind
slipping off your jeans and T-shirt and jumping up onto the examining
table?" The instructions are given in such a calm, matter-of-fact
manner, that neither of the two females can sense the feeling of eager
anticipation the doctor is experiencing.
~ Oh, those six years of medical school were well worth it you know.
Heather doesn't move straight away. She is clearly not looking forward
to undressing, one little bit.
"Come on Heather, don't keep the doctor waiting", chides her mother.
Reluctantly the youngster slips off her shoes and gets to her feet.
Then, turning her back to the closely observing stranger, she starts to
undo the button of her jeans.
~ Show me the money. Show me the money!
Heather tugs the jeans down over her slim thighs giving the doctor a
great view of her firm bottom, covered in cream coloured panties.
They're pulled up between the crack of her arse exposing a fair amount
of white cheek flesh either side. She quickly adjusts her knickers
before bending over to slide the jeans all the way down to her ankles.
After kicking off the jeans she crosses her arms and pulls the T-shirt
over her head, shaking free the long brown hair tied in a ponytail with
a red ribbon. Mrs Weaver takes the top from her daughter, folds it
neatly down on the empty chair and drapes the jeans over the backrest.
Richard observes the way Heather's beautifully formed vertebrae lead
his eyes down her back to gaze at the taut buttocks below.
~ And what a great arse it is too!
Heather gracefully glides the short distance to the examination table
and gingerly hops up and sits on one end. This gives Richard his first
frontal view of the semi-naked patient. He takes in the sight of the
young girl's breasts encased in a pretty lacy bra, complete with a
frilly little bow where the two cups meet.
Further down, her mound is quite prominent in the front of her panties,
which are stretched tight enough to show the lips of her adolescent
pussy.
~ Trés bien!
"Yes, would you mind lying down on your back for me please Heather?"
She complies, moving her head to one side to make sure Mum is still
there. Mary Weaver gives her daughter a re-assuring smile, which seems
to help the patient relax a little.
Richard stands and tries not to sprint to the table. He towers over the
nervous teenager with his back facing Heather's Mum.
"Ok Heather, now I'm just going to examine your tummy."
Richard feels a twitch in his trousers as he looks down on the firm
stomach muscles he's just about to run his fingers over. He starts off
a bit higher though, just above the girl's cute 'innie' belly button.
Placing two fingers on her skin, he pushes down slightly, and again
feels movement in his briefs.
"Right Heather, tell me it hurts at all would you?"
"Ok"
Doctor Dark moves the two fingers down, revelling in the fantastic
sensations that shoot from his fingertips, up the length of his arms,
and wash around his entire body like a drug injected into the blood
stream.
~ There's no medicine available on the National Health that can match
~ this kind of feeling.
"Owww!"
Richard's fingers are about an inch above the waistband of Heather's
panties.
"Uhuh." He moves them slightly lower, brushing his thumb over the top
of the cotton briefs. "What about here?"
"Aaagh!"
"Hmmm. and here?" The doctor moves his hand again, this time to his
right.
"Argh!"
~ Ha! More pains than the Empire State building, and the acting won't
~ be grabbing any nominations either. Just as I thought.
"Hmmm." The Doctor moves slightly to his left, blocking the mother's
view of the proceedings. He slips his two fingers under the panties and
feels a sparse covering of smooth pubic hairs. Heather tenses her body
and strains her neck, peering between the twin peaks of her petite
breasts at the doctor's wandering fingers.
"And here?" He finds the top of her crack and dips his index finger
between the lips, causing his patient to gasp involuntarily for the
first time during the examination.
"The pain's higher up," she blurts out, quickly propping herself up on
her shoulders.
Richard casually removes his hand and puts his fingers to his lips, as
if deep in thought. He breathes in the delightful odour of juvenile
cunt juice and notices that a thin film of liquid covers the tip of his
finger.
Turning back round, he walks back to his desk, popping the digit into
his mouth for a quick taste of the thirteen-year-olds pussy.
~ Mm-mmmmm. 1998, an excellent year!
"Thank you Heather. Would you like to get dressed now?" Richard called
over to the young patient.
Heather returns to her chair and begins to dress.
"Well Doctor? What do you think?" Mary Weaver asks apprehensively.
Doctor Dark leans back in his comfortable leather chair and taps a pen
on the file of notes in front of him.
"Now Mrs Weaver, I don't want you to be alarmed. It's probably just a
minor stomach infection." He sees Heather produce a discreet smirk as
she slips her T-shirt over her head.
"However. just to be on the safe side, I'd like to admit Heather for a
couple of days, just to run a few routine tests."
"What?" Heather's face turns white, not expecting this last statement.
~ Come into my web, said the spider to the fly.
"Don't worry. There's nothing to worry about young lady. It'll just
mean two or three days in hospital, four at the most."
"But. but."
"Come on darling. It's for the best." Mary Weaver also seems a little
stunned by the news, but she knows that the eminent Dr. Dark will take
good care of her baby.
"Right, well I'll ask Nurse Jones to make arrangements with the
hospital. If you'd like to take Heather home and pick up a few things
Mrs Weaver, you can drop her at the hospital in say. an hour?"
"Yes, no problem Doctor. Is there anything specifically we should
bring?"
"Umm, well a nightie and a tooth brush, that sort of thing. and Heather
of course!"
Mary Weaver chuckles at the handsome doctor's joke while her daughter
puts on her shoes, wondering how she's managed to get herself admitted
to hospital. It was only a stupid maths test, for God's sake!
Dr. Richard Dark presses his intercom and asks Nurse Jones to come in.
She's there in a matter of seconds.
"Nurse Jones, would you be so kind as to show Heather and Mrs Weaver
out, and then arrange an admission at St. Augustines for Miss Weaver?"
"Yes doctor." The buxom spinster holds the door open for the Weavers.
"Thank you very much doctor", Mary says as she's led out the doorway.
"Heather?" Richard calls out to the girl, as she's just about to follow
her mother out the room.
Heather looks round, still sporting a dazed look on her young,
attractive face.
"There's nothing to worry about, you know. I'll be taking care of you.
personally."
~ And that's a promise.
(Continued in part 2 - out soon)
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