Rolloffle
2005-07-08 18:04:14 UTC
A short time ago my fiancée Kimmy found out that she had gotten
pregnant. We had a long, hard talk about what to do, if anything. I was
in favour of her getting an abortion, though she was initially
reluctant. After a short discussion, we came to a mutual agreement; I
arranged a private appointment at our local clinic.
I tagged along with Kim for moral support. After registering at
reception and sitting around for a few minutes, a nurse told us that a
doctor Miller was ready to see Kim. She entered the spacious exam room,
while I sat outside reading a copy of NewScientist.
Twenty minutes later, I had finished reading. I was sceptical about the
journal's report on muon-assisted cold fusion, and noted that this
issue (like most of the others in recent memory) was trashier than
those of five years past. I then realised how long had Kim had been
inside without anyone emerging from the exam room. Scrunching up both
courage and magazine in anticipation that something might have gone
wrong, I stood up and walked to the door.
I rapped sharply on the door, but heard no response other than vigorous
grunting and periodic squeaking. I hesitated for a moment, but I
decided that I'd better check what was going on. It didn't sound like
normal procedure to me. I was suddenly filled with trepidation. Slowly
inching the door open, I was able to get a progressive glimpse into the
room. What I saw shocked me.
I had seen and heard nothing because three parties had been furtively
fucking on and around the examination mattress. On it lay Kim. Around
her shins were leather stirrups keeping her legs parted wide, and her
wrists were bound by medical tape to the legs of the frame on which the
mattress lay. As I'd started opening the door, her big brown eyes,
filled with tears, swivelled in their sockets to look at me pleadingly.
She couldn't move her head nor cry for help due to the erect penis of a
hospital intern spiking her mouth.
My eyes scanned down her body, beaded with sweat, and I found the
abortionist pounding away at her other end. With each thrust, Kim made
the cutest grunting noise as the air was forced out of her nose. The
intern raping her mouth certainly seemed to be enjoying the warm jets
of air emerging from her nostrils, as he suddenly gasped and pulled
out, leaving her mouth full of his stringy seed. She started choking on
it, just as I got the door fully open. The intern looked over his
shoulder to see me standing there.
"Shit!" he grunted with post-orgasmic fatigue. The doctor gasped
"can't!" in response. I took a step back, aghast. The intern grabbed a
yellow box of used sharps and told me not to make a fucking move or
else he would throw the container of stinky AIDS-infected needles in my
face. Taking the opportunity, the abortionist (still ploughing Kim)
decided to make a few more quick thrusts and bring himself to orgasm.
Having done so, he pulled out of my girlfriend with a squishy pop and
turned to confront me.
"Shut the door," he ordered. I did so, not wishing to be assaulted with
sharps. "Get to the front of the table, and kneel." Obeying him, I
realised what his plan was when he then ordered me to put out my hands.
Using the tape he had already applied to my partner for the same
purpose, he tied me to the frame of the bench. My head was now directly
adjacent to that of Kim's, and I had a clear view of her naked body. I
felt strong hands around my waist; I realised that this was the intern
reaching around to undo my belt and pull down my trousers and pants.
Gloved fingers started fondling my balls. In fear, I glanced around and
saw an aluminium kidney bowl on a shelf next to some textbooks and
charts. The doctor reached into it, picked up the contents, and
approached me with an evil grin.
Shuttling behind me, he used whatever was in his hand to lube up my
general arse area. It was a squishy yet solid object coated in some
kind of mucus or other gunk. Kim started sobbing.
"Shut her up," said Dr. Miller, now prodding at my scrotum. His
coworker picked up my fiancée's silky pink knickers, inserted them
into her vagina, soaked them in his congealing sperm, then wadded them
up and forced them into her mouth. He forced her mouth shut with his
hand and taped it shut. I suddenly twitched when I felt a latex-covered
digit work its way an inch into my rectum. The intern chuckled. "Just
making room," said the doctor. "Now hold still! You're going to take
all of Mr. Miller's junk and you're going to like it!"
I heard the sound of a zipper and felt warm flesh on flesh. I guessed
that this was his warm cockmeat waiting entry to my back pooper
passage. I was proven correct in a most jarring way. Despite the
lubrication, I nonetheless felt great pain as a shaft of several inches
forced its way into my colon. I looked into my partner's eyes, trying
to take my mind off the feeling of something splitting my arsehole. The
abortionist in front of me picked up a pair of tongs, changed his mind,
then reached for my dick and started rubbing it to a semi-erect state.
I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. One guy was masturbating
me while another was raping me from behind. I didn't want it to feel so
good while being anally violated. It went on for so long...maybe 10 or
15 minutes, during which time I was just trying not to weep and Kim was
gagging with her stuffed mouth. When the intern had gotten his end away
and shot his load into my bowels, his superior took his place and the
intern now took his turn to screw Kim.
Another quarter of an hour later, I had two loads of sperm flowing from
between my arsecheeks and another from the end of my penis. I was now
forced to watch as the deranged doc teased Kim with a vibrating muscle
stimulator. She was trying to pant through the underwear in her mouth,
I could tell, but she was unable to make any sound beyond her laboured
breathing. We were both mortified when she too came, turning her into
her lithe form into something writhing and sweating on the table.
Miller smiled dementedly, switched off the makeshift vibrator, and
crossed the room to some drawers. Hurriedly rooting through them, he
produced a pair of scissors. Initially I assumed that he was going to
use them to continue his assault on us, but I heaved a great sigh of
relief when I saw him undo the stirrups around Kim's legs and start
cutting through the tape tying her down. When she continued to lie
still despite now being free of her bonds, the doctor leaned over her
face and licked her, just like that guy with the glasses in Terminator
2.
As soon as they'd released us, the two of them pulled their trousers
back up and hurriedly left the room, laughing, leaving us alone at
last. It took a few minutes for me to recollect my senses, but when I
did, I dressed myself back up as best I could and helped my fiancée do
the same. In great pain, we hobbled outside, where I had to try and
hide my still erect penis from view and avoid having the semen leaking
out of my anus run down my leg. Kim had it even worse; she was wearing
a skirt, and couldn't put her underwear back on due to how the doctor
had used it.
When we arrived home, I was too shellshocked to do anything but run
myself a bath, sit in it for a couple of hours, and just go straight to
bed. I couldn't think what to do to help the situation. Over the next
few days, Kim gradually revealed more and more details of the sickening
things that had happened while I was sitting outside, only metres away.
Among other things too horrible to mention, they had warmed forceps in
a sterilisation chamber and repeatedly kneaded her breasts and labia
with them.
A week has now passed, and I need to know: is it possible that this
incident could have somehow harmed my partner's unborn foetus? Could it
result in brain damage, deformity, or some other birth defect? Should
we take some other course of action?
pregnant. We had a long, hard talk about what to do, if anything. I was
in favour of her getting an abortion, though she was initially
reluctant. After a short discussion, we came to a mutual agreement; I
arranged a private appointment at our local clinic.
I tagged along with Kim for moral support. After registering at
reception and sitting around for a few minutes, a nurse told us that a
doctor Miller was ready to see Kim. She entered the spacious exam room,
while I sat outside reading a copy of NewScientist.
Twenty minutes later, I had finished reading. I was sceptical about the
journal's report on muon-assisted cold fusion, and noted that this
issue (like most of the others in recent memory) was trashier than
those of five years past. I then realised how long had Kim had been
inside without anyone emerging from the exam room. Scrunching up both
courage and magazine in anticipation that something might have gone
wrong, I stood up and walked to the door.
I rapped sharply on the door, but heard no response other than vigorous
grunting and periodic squeaking. I hesitated for a moment, but I
decided that I'd better check what was going on. It didn't sound like
normal procedure to me. I was suddenly filled with trepidation. Slowly
inching the door open, I was able to get a progressive glimpse into the
room. What I saw shocked me.
I had seen and heard nothing because three parties had been furtively
fucking on and around the examination mattress. On it lay Kim. Around
her shins were leather stirrups keeping her legs parted wide, and her
wrists were bound by medical tape to the legs of the frame on which the
mattress lay. As I'd started opening the door, her big brown eyes,
filled with tears, swivelled in their sockets to look at me pleadingly.
She couldn't move her head nor cry for help due to the erect penis of a
hospital intern spiking her mouth.
My eyes scanned down her body, beaded with sweat, and I found the
abortionist pounding away at her other end. With each thrust, Kim made
the cutest grunting noise as the air was forced out of her nose. The
intern raping her mouth certainly seemed to be enjoying the warm jets
of air emerging from her nostrils, as he suddenly gasped and pulled
out, leaving her mouth full of his stringy seed. She started choking on
it, just as I got the door fully open. The intern looked over his
shoulder to see me standing there.
"Shit!" he grunted with post-orgasmic fatigue. The doctor gasped
"can't!" in response. I took a step back, aghast. The intern grabbed a
yellow box of used sharps and told me not to make a fucking move or
else he would throw the container of stinky AIDS-infected needles in my
face. Taking the opportunity, the abortionist (still ploughing Kim)
decided to make a few more quick thrusts and bring himself to orgasm.
Having done so, he pulled out of my girlfriend with a squishy pop and
turned to confront me.
"Shut the door," he ordered. I did so, not wishing to be assaulted with
sharps. "Get to the front of the table, and kneel." Obeying him, I
realised what his plan was when he then ordered me to put out my hands.
Using the tape he had already applied to my partner for the same
purpose, he tied me to the frame of the bench. My head was now directly
adjacent to that of Kim's, and I had a clear view of her naked body. I
felt strong hands around my waist; I realised that this was the intern
reaching around to undo my belt and pull down my trousers and pants.
Gloved fingers started fondling my balls. In fear, I glanced around and
saw an aluminium kidney bowl on a shelf next to some textbooks and
charts. The doctor reached into it, picked up the contents, and
approached me with an evil grin.
Shuttling behind me, he used whatever was in his hand to lube up my
general arse area. It was a squishy yet solid object coated in some
kind of mucus or other gunk. Kim started sobbing.
"Shut her up," said Dr. Miller, now prodding at my scrotum. His
coworker picked up my fiancée's silky pink knickers, inserted them
into her vagina, soaked them in his congealing sperm, then wadded them
up and forced them into her mouth. He forced her mouth shut with his
hand and taped it shut. I suddenly twitched when I felt a latex-covered
digit work its way an inch into my rectum. The intern chuckled. "Just
making room," said the doctor. "Now hold still! You're going to take
all of Mr. Miller's junk and you're going to like it!"
I heard the sound of a zipper and felt warm flesh on flesh. I guessed
that this was his warm cockmeat waiting entry to my back pooper
passage. I was proven correct in a most jarring way. Despite the
lubrication, I nonetheless felt great pain as a shaft of several inches
forced its way into my colon. I looked into my partner's eyes, trying
to take my mind off the feeling of something splitting my arsehole. The
abortionist in front of me picked up a pair of tongs, changed his mind,
then reached for my dick and started rubbing it to a semi-erect state.
I couldn't believe what the fuck was going on. One guy was masturbating
me while another was raping me from behind. I didn't want it to feel so
good while being anally violated. It went on for so long...maybe 10 or
15 minutes, during which time I was just trying not to weep and Kim was
gagging with her stuffed mouth. When the intern had gotten his end away
and shot his load into my bowels, his superior took his place and the
intern now took his turn to screw Kim.
Another quarter of an hour later, I had two loads of sperm flowing from
between my arsecheeks and another from the end of my penis. I was now
forced to watch as the deranged doc teased Kim with a vibrating muscle
stimulator. She was trying to pant through the underwear in her mouth,
I could tell, but she was unable to make any sound beyond her laboured
breathing. We were both mortified when she too came, turning her into
her lithe form into something writhing and sweating on the table.
Miller smiled dementedly, switched off the makeshift vibrator, and
crossed the room to some drawers. Hurriedly rooting through them, he
produced a pair of scissors. Initially I assumed that he was going to
use them to continue his assault on us, but I heaved a great sigh of
relief when I saw him undo the stirrups around Kim's legs and start
cutting through the tape tying her down. When she continued to lie
still despite now being free of her bonds, the doctor leaned over her
face and licked her, just like that guy with the glasses in Terminator
2.
As soon as they'd released us, the two of them pulled their trousers
back up and hurriedly left the room, laughing, leaving us alone at
last. It took a few minutes for me to recollect my senses, but when I
did, I dressed myself back up as best I could and helped my fiancée do
the same. In great pain, we hobbled outside, where I had to try and
hide my still erect penis from view and avoid having the semen leaking
out of my anus run down my leg. Kim had it even worse; she was wearing
a skirt, and couldn't put her underwear back on due to how the doctor
had used it.
When we arrived home, I was too shellshocked to do anything but run
myself a bath, sit in it for a couple of hours, and just go straight to
bed. I couldn't think what to do to help the situation. Over the next
few days, Kim gradually revealed more and more details of the sickening
things that had happened while I was sitting outside, only metres away.
Among other things too horrible to mention, they had warmed forceps in
a sterilisation chamber and repeatedly kneaded her breasts and labia
with them.
A week has now passed, and I need to know: is it possible that this
incident could have somehow harmed my partner's unborn foetus? Could it
result in brain damage, deformity, or some other birth defect? Should
we take some other course of action?