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She wouldn’t have lied for fear of the punishment it would have earned her, but somehow him taking away even the option to do so, or rather her body taking it away, was almost unfathomablyembarrassing. If it was possible to die of shame, Dr. Harris would’ve been pronouncing time of death right then and there.

“I’m going to insert a second finger now.”

Without further discussion, he slid another finger into her dripping pussy, and a moment later the now lubricated digit was pressed against her already penetrated anus.

When he forced it inside, it was nothing like the first finger. There was nothing slow about it, nothing probing, nothing gentle. He simply forced it in all at once, and she cried out helplessly.

“I’m going to test your response to a simulated bottom fucking now, Kirsten.”

He followed that up by pulling both fingers out until only the tips remained inside, then slamming them forcefully back in, then pulling them out, then shoving them roughly back in yet again. His brutal thrusts quickly gained speed, and Kirsten had no idea whatsoever how to respond to this sensation other than to moan and plead. For what, she wasn’t even sure.

For him to stop? To make her come? Who knew?

She squirmed around as much as she could considering both her restrained state and the fact that her bottom was held in place by its impalement on the stern doctor’s strong fingers. When she thought she could take no more, she heard the words that shook her to her core.

“I’m going to add a third finger, and then you’re going to come for me.”

“Please, no, doctor. I’m so sore already!”

His only response was to rub a generous amount of her own wetness on and around her already burning hole. Lubing his ring finger in the same way he’d lubed the first two, the doctor then forced this third and most painful invader into Kirsten’s sore, stretched anus.

She had thought she was getting a bottom fucking before, but it turned out she hadn’t been.

Thiswas a bottom fucking.

The speed and power of the doctor’s finger-thrusts increased rapidly, and Kirsten wondered if she would pass out from the intensity. Was he going to make her beg for an orgasm? Or was he simply going to make her come?

Her answer came a moment later, when she felt the entire palm of his left hand cup her sex with the rough pads of the lower portions of his fingers resting directly over her clit. He began to rub his whole hand up and down vigorously, stimulating her pussy and clit at the same time.

There was no slow build up this time, no warning, no chance for the doctor to even consider making her ask or beg. Kirsten just came.

It felt like every muscle in her body spasmed at once and the only constants in her existence were the doctor’s calloused hand and his thick fingers fucking her unbelievably sore bottom hole.

Her earlier orgasm had been powerful, but this one wasdevastating. She almost lost consciousness. Maybe she did, for a moment. She saw stars and she heard a ringing in her ears that grew in intensity to match the crescendo of her orgasm. Finally, her pleasure came crashing down and all she could feel was the ongoing fucking of her bottom.

“Please doctor, stop,” Kirsten pleaded, her mouth dry. “I already came, please!”

Dr. Harris was clearly in no hurry to stop, and it was perhaps a full minute after her climax before he withdrew his fingers. He retreated briefly to the sink on the other side of the room to wash up and then returned with a wet washcloth and a dry towel to repeat his earlier gentle cleaning, this time focusing only on the areas between her legs and between her cheeks.

When she had been patted dry, he began releasing her from her cuffs. Free at last, Kirsten lay on the table on her tummy, but before she could curl into the fetal position as she’d intended, she felt the doctor’s strong arms lift her and seat her on his lap as he sat on the edge of the table.

She rested there, neither of them saying anything for what felt like ages but was probably only three or four minutes. As her body slowly calmed down, Kirsten noticed that Dr. Harris had been stroking her hair, almost petting her, and was now gently running his fingers softly over her upper back. The sensation was both pleasing and calming at once, and the contrast between the contentment those fingers were bringing her now and the rough penetration of her naughtiest hole by those same fingers just moments ago was difficult for her to process.

She was unable to dwell on it, however, as the doctor’s tender ministrations lulled her nearly to sleep. Finally, when he must have sensed that she had recovered enough to continue the exam, the doctor stood up, lifting Kirsten up with him, and seated her again on the exam table.

“We will now repeat our earlier testing to assess the impact of that anal stimulation and the accompanying orgasm on yourattentiveness,” he informed her, handing over the tablet once more.

CHAPTER 6

Kirsten sat on the edge of the table, seemingly still a little shaken as she finished the attentiveness test for the third time and then handed the tablet back to Dr. Harris.

“Very good. Your score was twenty-two percent higher than after your previous orgasm. You seem to focus very well when your needs are properly addressed.”

Kirsten nodded, a slight grin on her face.

She’s proud of herself.

Dr. Harris found that deeply endearing.

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