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As she sat there, the thermometer held between her lips, his mind raced with filthy thoughts of replacing it with something far thicker and warmer.
After a moment, he slid it out slowly, wiping it down with exaggerated care. "Very good, Liana. You're doing great."
Next, he reached for his stethoscope, looping it around his neck. "I'll need to listen to your heart now. Could you pull your top up for me?"
Her cheeks turned pink. "Do I really have to?"
"Yes, it's standard procedure," he said firmly, his gaze steady but his cock already straining in his pants.
Liana hesitated but finally lifted her crop top, revealing smooth, caramel skin and the delicate lace edge of her bra. Dr. Morvain's cock throbbed at the sight of her perky breasts, the soft flesh spilling slightly over the cups.
"Deep breaths," he instructed, sliding the cold stethoscope under her bra. His fingers brushed against the curve of her breast, lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
As she inhaled, her chest rose, pressing her tits against his hand. "Your heart sounds strong," he said, pulling back but letting his gaze linger on her cleavage. "Although your breathing seems quick. Are you nervous?"
"A little," she admitted, her face flushing deeper.
"That's normal," he said, his tone soothing. "You're doing fine."
He moved to her abdomen, instructing her to lie back. As she reclined, her jeans stretched tighter around her hips, the outline of her pussy lips faintly visible. He placed his hands on her stomach, pressing gently but deliberately close to her waistband.
"Any pain here?" he asked, his eyes flicking to her face.
"No," she said softly, squirming slightly under his touch.
"Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing the edge of her jeans. "We may need to examine lower near your pelvis, but let's move on for now."
Dr. Morvain shifted his stool closer, clipboard in hand, his sharp eyes scanning Liana's flushed face and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed nervously. "Let's begin with some basic information," he said, his voice calm and professional.
"How old are you, Liana?"
"Nineteen," she replied softly, fidgeting with the hem of her crop top.
"Do you live on your own, or do you have roommates?"
"I... I live in the dorms," she said, her tone shy. "I have a roommate."
"Good, good," he said, nodding thoughtfully. His gaze lingered on her, taking in the way her jeans clung to her thighs and the faint outline of her pussy lips pressing against the tight fabric. He imagined peeling those jeans down, spreading her legs wide, and burying his cock deep in her ass until she screamed.
He adjusted his clipboard, hiding the way his hand brushed subtly against his throbbing erection. "And how long have you been in Mauritius?"
"Six months," she answered, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.
"Hmm," he murmured. "Have you adjusted well? Any significant stress lately?"
She hesitated. "I mean, school is a little overwhelming sometimes..."
Dr. Morvain nodded, leaning in slightly. "That's normal. Stress can certainly contribute to migraines, but I suspect there might be more to it. Let's delve into some personal aspects of your health. These questions might feel a bit intimate, but they're important for understanding the bigger picture."
Liana's brows furrowed slightly, but she nodded.
"Are you sexually active?" he asked, his voice calm but his eyes sharper now, watching every twitch of her expression.
Her face turned crimson. "N-no. I have a boyfriend, but we haven't... done that."
"Interesting," he said, leaning slightly closer. His gaze flickered to her lips, imagining them wrapped around his cock. "So, you've never had a... cock inside you?"
She gasped softly, but his expression remained clinical. "No, I haven't."
Dr. Morvain's mind swirled with filthy images of her tight, untouched pussy stretching around him for the first time. He smiled faintly, feigning understanding. "That's quite unusual at your age, but admirable."
"Have you ever felt aroused?" he pressed. "You know... wet down there?"
"I... I guess," she said hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly.
"And do you ever touch yourself when you feel that way?"
Her lips parted, and she hesitated, gripping the edge of the table tightly. "I... I don't think that's relevant."
"It's very relevant," he said smoothly, his tone firm yet calming. "Your body's responses are a key factor in identifying hormonal issues. Please, don't be embarrassed, Liana. This is a safe space, and it's important for your health."
After a long pause, she whispered, "Yes. Sometimes."
Dr. Morvain's cock twitched painfully at her admission, but his expression stayed composed.
"Could you please describe how you touch yourself?" he asked, his voice soft but insistent. "It might help me understand the specifics of your condition."
Her hazel eyes widened in shock. "I-I don't think..."
He interrupted gently, his gaze steady. "I know this is difficult to talk about, but it's essential. Your hormones are directly linked to your arousal patterns and physical reactions. Please, try to be as detailed as possible."
Liana fidgeted, her hands trembling slightly as she clasped them in her lap. Her voice barely above a whisper, she began, "I... I usually just use my fingers."
"Go on," Dr. Morvain encouraged, his eyes fixed on her face but his mind racing with images of her shy, inexperienced hands exploring her tight, untouched pussy.
"I... I rub myself... over my panties at first," she stammered, her cheeks burning. "And... when it feels good, I move them aside."
He nodded, his tone calm despite the throbbing in his pants. "Do you focus on any specific part? Your clitoris, perhaps?"
Her lips parted slightly, and she looked away, mortified. "Y-yes. I rub it... in circles."
"And how long do you usually continue?" he pressed, his voice steady.
"Until... until I feel like I'm going to... you know," she said, her voice trembling with embarrassment.
"Orgasm?" he offered, his tone matter-of-fact.
She nodded quickly, avoiding his gaze.
"Do you ever insert your fingers while you're touching yourself?" he asked, his voice dropping slightly.
"No," she said quickly. "I've never done that."
Dr. Morvain nodded, his cock straining painfully as he imagined her innocent fingers hesitating to explore the tightness inside her. "Thank you for being so honest, Liana. This is incredibly helpful."
He flipped a page on his clipboard, pretending to jot down notes. "Do you watch... pornography?"
Her eyes widened, and she stiffened. "I... I don't think that's necessary..."
"It's very relevant," he interrupted smoothly, his voice filled with authority. "It's important to understand what stimulates you. This helps us identify patterns in your hormonal responses."
She hesitated, her face burning with shame. "I... I've seen some. Not much."
Dr. Morvain smirked subtly, his dark eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction. So, she's a little slut under that good-girl cover, he thought. The shyness, the blushes, the stammering—they were all just a thin veneer over the truth. He could already picture her on her knees, lips parted, begging for his cock the way she had seen women do in the movies. All it would take was a little effort, a little manipulation, and she would be his, body and soul.
"And what kind of content do you usually watch?" he pressed, his tone remaining calm and professional, even as his cock throbbed against the tight confines of his pants.
"I... I don't know," she stammered, clearly mortified. "Just... normal stuff, I guess."
"Don't be shy, Liana," he coaxed, his dark eyes boring into hers. "Do you prefer watching men and women? Or perhaps... something more specific?"
She fidgeted, unable to meet his gaze. "Just men and women..."
"Good," he said, his voice low. "And how often do you watch it?"
"Not often," she whispered. "Maybe once or twice a month..."
Dr. Morvain leaned back slightly, his piercing gaze locked onto her. "Thank you, Liana. Your honesty is appreciated. This gives me a much clearer picture."
His mind, however, raced with dark plans. He imagined breaking her innocence step by step, manipulating her into complete submission. The idea of burying his cock deep in her until she turned into a cheap slut, of reducing her to a trembling, obedient little thing, sent a wave of excitement through him. Soon, he thought. Very soon.
Chapter 2: The Overnight Stay
Dr. Morvain leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled thoughtfully as his dark eyes studied Liana's innocent, nervous face. The way she fidgeted on the examination table, her bare thighs brushing together under her jeans, only made his cock stir. Her naive trust was intoxicating.
"You know, Liana," he began, his tone calm and authoritative, "for someone your age, a migraine might be more serious than you think. It's not uncommon for young women to experience hormonal imbalances, and based on everything we've discussed today, I believe that's what's happening to you."
Her hazel eyes widened, and she leaned forward slightly. "Hormonal imbalance?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.
He nodded gravely, letting the words sink in. "Yes. And if left untreated, it could lead to severe complications—chronic pain, infertility, mood disorders, even damage to your reproductive system."
Her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching. "Oh... I didn't realise it could be that serious."
"It's a good thing you came in today," he said, his voice softening just enough to make her feel reassured. "But," he paused dramatically, "to confirm the diagnosis and start treatment, I'll need to monitor you overnight."
Liana's brows furrowed, and she shook her head slightly. "Overnight? I... I don't think I can afford something like that. I don't have insurance..."
Dr. Morvain leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes scanning her face before trailing down to her trembling hands. "Indeed, Liana, the treatment and observation are very expensive," he said, his voice low and grave. "And if it isn't done properly, the consequences could be... damaging. I wouldn't want that for someone like you."
He let the words hang in the air, his sharp gaze dropping momentarily to her lips, which she nervously bit. His expression softened just slightly, and he tilted his head as if he were considering something. Then, with a slow, calculated grin, he added, "But... perhaps we don't need to worry about the cost right now."
Liana's wide eyes met his, her confusion and uncertainty evident.
"I'm willing to take you under my personal care," he continued smoothly, his tone almost patronising. "Consider it a favour... something I rarely do. And I'm sure," he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as his smile deepened, "we can find a way to settle everything once this is done. Don't you agree?"
The way he said it made her stomach twist, but his calm authority kept her from questioning him. She nodded hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes... thank you, Dr. Morvain."
His smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. "Good girl. Let's get started, then."
The nurse entered the room minutes later, her expression neutral but her instructions brisk. She handed Liana a flimsy hospital gown, the pale fabric looking far too thin to offer any real coverage.
"You'll need to undress completely and put this on," the nurse said curtly. "No underwear. The gown will allow for easier monitoring."
Liana's face burned with embarrassment. "Completely?"
"Yes," the nurse said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "It's standard procedure."
With trembling hands, Liana took the gown and stepped behind the privacy curtain. As she slipped out of her jeans and crop top, she felt the chill of the clinic air against her skin. Her nipples hardened involuntarily, brushing against the thin fabric as she draped the gown over her body. It barely covered her thighs, and the open back left her feeling completely exposed.
When she emerged, the nurse gave her a brief, appraising glance. Liana could feel the woman's eyes lingering on her hardened nipples and the way the gown clung to the curves of her ass and hips.
"This way," the nurse said briskly, leading her down a dimly lit corridor to a small observation room.
The room was sparse—just a single bed, a chair, and a monitor mounted on the wall. Liana climbed onto the bed, clutching the thin blanket to her chest as the nurse attached a small sensor to her wrist.
The nurse returned with a small tray containing a syringe, alcohol swabs, and empty vials. Her expression was brisk and detached as she set the tray on the bedside table. "I need to take a blood sample for further tests," she said flatly, snapping on a pair of gloves.
Liana hesitated, her eyes darting to the syringe. "O-okay," she murmured, extending her arm nervously.
The nurse grabbed her wrist, turning it slightly to find a vein. The cold alcohol swab brushed against her skin, making her flinch slightly. "Relax your arm," the nurse instructed, her tone clipped.
Liana tried to steady her breathing as the sharp pinch of the needle pierced her skin. The nurse worked efficiently, drawing the crimson liquid into the vials with practiced ease. As the vials filled, Liana caught the nurse's fleeting glance at her chest, where the flimsy gown had shifted, exposing the upper curve of her breast. The nurse said nothing, but the air felt heavier, her silence unsettling.
Once done, the nurse removed the needle, pressing a cotton swab against the tiny puncture before taping it in place. "All set," she said, her voice devoid of warmth. "Try to get some rest," the nurse said curtly before leaving. The door clicked shut, and Liana was left alone in the silence of the room.
Unbeknownst to her, a discreet camera hidden in the corner of the room streamed a live feed directly to Dr. Morvain's office.
Back in his office, Dr. Morvain leaned back in his chair, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. His cock strained against his pants as he watched the monitor, the grainy feed showing Liana shifting nervously under the blanket.
The thin hospital gown did little to hide her perfect, perky tits, the outlines of her nipples visible even through the low-quality feed. When she shifted onto her side, the blanket slipped slightly, exposing one smooth, bare thigh.
"She doesn't even know," he muttered to himself, stroking his cock slowly as he imagined peeling that gown off her trembling body. He pictured her shy, stammering protests as he spread her legs wide, his cock forcing its way into her untouched pussy.
His strokes quickened as he imagined breaking her completely—turning the nervous, innocent girl on his screen into a begging little whore.
In the room, Liana lay awake, the cold air prickling her skin beneath the flimsy gown. Every creak of the clinic seemed amplified, making her nerves worse. She shifted again, curling her legs up to her chest, unaware of how the movement caused the gown to ride higher, baring the curve of her ass to the empty room.
Her thoughts swirled with everything Dr. Morvain had said. The way he had spoken—so calm, so sure—had made her feel like she could trust him. But now, alone in the dim room, she couldn't shake the lingering unease in her stomach.
Dr. Morvain leaned back in his chair, his cock throbbing and oozing with precum in his hand as he watched her curl up on the screen. The sight of her bare thigh, the way the gown clung to her curves, made his mind race with possibilities.
"Soon," he muttered, stroking himself harder. "Very soon."
Chapter 3: The Midnight Encounter
The clinic was silent, the kind of stillness that stretched through the dark hours of the night. Dim hallway lights flickered softly, and the faint hum of the air conditioning was the only sound as Dr.
Morvain made his way toward the observation room. His steps were slow, deliberate, each one heightening the anticipation building in his chest.
His cock had been throbbing since he'd left her earlier, the image of her innocent, nervous face burned into his mind. He thought about the flimsy gown she wore, barely covering her lush, perfect body. The thought of what lay underneath it made his breath quicken, his pants already painfully tight around his hardened length.
"She's waiting for me," he muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "Sleeping like a little angel... completely unaware of what's coming."
He reached the door and paused, his hand hovering over the handle. His cock twitched at the thought of what awaited him inside. "Tonight, I start breaking her," he whispered to himself, his voice thick with lust.
The door clicked open softly, and Dr. Morvain stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto Liana's sleeping form. She lay on her side, curled up slightly, her face peaceful and innocent. The thin blanket covered her partially, but not enough to hide the way her chest rose and fell softly with each breath.
The hospital gown she wore had ridden up her thighs, exposing smooth, bare skin that glowed faintly in the dim light. One of her legs was bent, the other stretched out, leaving the fabric taut over her hips and pussy. The faint outline of her lips pressed against the thin material, perfectly defined, teasing him, daring him to touch. He noticed how there wasn't a single hint of hair beneath the fabric, her pussy clearly kept clean and smooth, a detail that made his cock throb harder as filthy thoughts filled his mind.
Dr. Morvain's cock throbbed painfully as he stood over her, his dark eyes devouring every inch of her vulnerable body.
"Fucking perfect," he muttered under his breath, his hand moving to undo his belt.
Unable to resist, he leaned down, his fingers trembling with anticipation as he grabbed the edge of the blanket. Slowly, he pulled it back, exposing her further. The gown had ridden up more than he'd anticipated, revealing the curve of her ass, the fabric clinging tightly to her hips. Her nipples poked through the thin material, hard and inviting, and the soft curve of her thighs made his mouth water.
"She's so fucking innocent," he muttered, stroking his cock through his pants. "Doesn't even know she's begging to be ruined."
His mind raced with filthy thoughts. He imagined tearing the gown off her, spreading her legs wide, and plunging his cock deep into her tight little pussy and asshole until she screamed. He wanted to make her beg, to hear her cry out as he claimed every inch of her.
He unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock and stroking it slowly as he gazed at her. Her soft, parted lips made him groan quietly, the thought of sliding his cock into her warm, wet mouth driving him wild.
"Such a good little girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Sleeping so peacefully... completely fucking oblivious."
His hand moved faster as he imagined her waking up, confused and shy, as he coaxed her into submission. The thought of turning her into a desperate, obedient little slut made his hips jerk involuntarily.
Dr. Morvain stood beside the bed, his cock throbbing as he leaned closer. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the edge of her gown. Slowly, he lifted it, exposing more of her smooth thighs, the curve of her hips, and the faintest glimpse of her pussy lips pressing against the fabric.
"She's perfect," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Unable to resist, he brought the swollen tip of his cock to her lips, pressing gently against the softness. Her breath hitched slightly, her lips parting as if to let him in.
He groaned quietly, his cock twitching as he pressed forward just enough for her lips to brush the head. A soft, unconscious moan escaped her, and the sound nearly made him lose control.
But he stopped, his mind racing. He couldn't rush this. He couldn't risk waking her now—not yet. The breaking would come, but it needed to be slow, deliberate.
Reluctantly, he pulled back, tucking his cock back into his pants. His hand lingered on the edge of the gown for a moment before he let it fall back into place.
Leaning down, his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Soon, my little whore. Very soon."
With one last lingering look at her sleeping form, he straightened and slipped out of the room, his heart pounding and his mind spinning with plans for what would come next.
Back in his office, Dr. Morvain sat down, the live feed from Liana's room glowing on his monitor. His cock was still hard as he watched her shift slightly in her sleep, the gown clinging to her curves.
"She'll be mine," he muttered, stroking himself again as he imagined the moment she would finally break, begging for him to take her.
Chapter 4: The Doctor's Proposition
Dr. Morvain sat in his office, his eyes glued to the live feed of Liana's room. She had shifted again, her legs curling slightly, the blanket clinging to her body and highlighting every luscious curve. The hospital gown had slipped further up her thighs, revealing smooth, bare skin that shimmered faintly in the dim light. Her nipples pressed taut against the thin fabric, and the faint outline of her pussy lips teased him mercilessly.
He stroked his cock slowly, his hand slick with pre-cum as he imagined her soft, innocent lips wrapped around him. He couldn't wait anymore—he needed her. The hunger clawed at him, insistent and demanding.
"I have to fuck that little slut now," he muttered, his voice raw with lust. Tucking himself back into his pants, he stood abruptly and strode toward her room.
The door to Liana's room clicked open, and she stirred at the sound, her hazel eyes fluttering open to find Dr. Morvain standing over her. She gasped softly, clutching the blanket to her chest as her cheeks flushed.
"D-Doctor?" she stammered. "What... what's wrong?"
Dr. Morvain's expression was calm, even concerned, but his eyes betrayed the dark intentions lurking beneath. He sat down on the edge of her bed, his hand resting lightly on her blanket-covered leg.
"Liana, I'm sorry to wake you," he began, his voice low and soothing. "But I just finished reviewing your test results, and I couldn't wait until morning to speak with you."
Her breath hitched, her wide eyes locking onto his. "What... what did you find?"
He sighed, his tone grave. "Your condition is worse than I feared. The tests confirm a severe hormonal imbalance, which, if left untreated, could lead to infertility, chronic pain, even permanent damage to your reproductive system."
Her lips parted in shock, her voice trembling as she whispered, "P-permanent damage? Oh my... what can I do?"
Dr. Morvain leaned closer, his hand sliding slightly up her leg under the guise of comfort. "There is a treatment," he said softly. "But it's unconventional... and it requires complete trust in me."
"What kind of treatment?" she asked hesitantly, her voice trembling.
He paused, as if weighing his words carefully, then met her gaze. "Your body is severely deficient in testosterone—a hormone essential for maintaining balance. Synthetic treatments are an option, but they come with significant risks: prolonged therapy, debilitating side effects, and costs that would be... astronomical."
She frowned, her brow furrowing in concern. "But... there's another way?"
"Yes," he said, his tone almost conspiratorial. "A natural way. It's immediate, effective, and far safer. But it requires an open mind."
Her confusion deepened, her voice hesitant. "What do you mean?"
Dr. Morvain leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto hers as he spoke in a low, intimate tone. "The male sexual organ contains a concentrated source of natural testosterone," he explained. "When administered orally, it bypasses the body's normal barriers, allowing the hormone to absorb directly into your system."
Her cheeks flushed crimson, her lips trembling. "You mean...?"
"Yes," he said smoothly, his voice calm and authoritative. "It's unconventional, but it's a proven method. And as your doctor, I will guide you through it every step of the way. You have nothing to fear."
"I... I don't know," she stammered, clutching the blanket tighter. "I've never... done anything like that before."
Her eyes darted nervously as a thought occurred to her. "Couldn't I... I mean, what if I went home and... did it with my boyfriend?"
Dr. Morvain's expression darkened slightly, though he quickly masked it with a small, patient smile. "Liana," he began, his tone laced with feigned understanding, "I know this all sounds simple, but it's not just about... doing it. This is a medical procedure, not sex."
She blinked, her confusion deepening. "But... wouldn't it be the same thing?"
"No," he said firmly, his voice taking on a more authoritative edge. "Your boyfriend wouldn't know how to administer the testosterone properly. It's not about just... fucking." He let the crude word hang in the air, watching as her face turned bright red.
"It's about ensuring the hormone is delivered naturally and effectively, and that requires precise, professional guidance. Someone with experience and knowledge of the human body," he added, leaning in slightly. "That's why I'm here—to make sure you get exactly what you need."
Her lips trembled as she absorbed his words, her naive trust in his authority growing despite her lingering embarrassment.
Dr. Morvain placed a hand gently on her shoulder, his touch firm but reassuring. "Liana, I understand how difficult this must be for you. But this isn't about sex—it's about saving your health. Without immediate action, your condition will worsen, and the consequences could be catastrophic."
She looked up at him, her voice trembling. "I... I don't want to be sick."
"And you won't be," he said firmly, his voice softening. "You're a smart girl, Liana. I know you can see the logic in this. Trust me—I only want what's best for you."
After a long, tense pause, she nodded slowly, her voice barely audible. "Okay... I'll try."
Dr. Morvain's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled up a stool and sat close to her. "Good girl. Now, just relax. I'll guide you through this."
He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, swollen cock.
"Open your mouth for me, Liana," he said softly, his tone both commanding and soothing. He watched her eyes widen in shock as her gaze locked onto his thick, swollen cock, her lips parting slightly but hesitating. Noticing her reaction, he smirked and added, "This is a real cock, Liana—a real manly tool full of testosterone. Exactly what your body needs to heal." His words were laced with authority and a faint mockery, designed to strip away her resistance and reinforce his dominance.
She hesitated, her lips trembling, but she obeyed, parting them slightly. He guided the head of his cock to her mouth, groaning softly as her warm lips wrapped around him.
"That's it," he murmured, stroking her hair gently. "You're doing so well."
She gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, her inexperience clear in her clumsy movements. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to adjust, her hands clutching the blanket tightly.
"Relax your throat," he instructed, his voice low and firm. "It'll get easier."
Dr. Morvain began to move his hips slightly, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Her soft moans of discomfort only spurred him on, his cock throbbing as her lips slid along his length.
"You're such a good patient," he murmured, his hand guiding her head. "Taking your medicine like a good girl."
When he pulled back slightly, her lips glistened with saliva, strings of it dripping from her chin. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. "Now, lick my balls. Make sure you get every drop of testosterone."
Her hands trembled as she obeyed, her tongue hesitantly lapping at his heavy sack. He groaned deeply, his hips jerking slightly as she struggled to please him.
"Sloppier," he muttered, gripping her hair. "Get it all wet."
As she continued, her movements grew clumsier but more desperate, her naivety making the act even more arousing to him. The room filled with the lewd sounds of her gagging and his groans, his cock glistening with her saliva as he thrust deeper into her throat.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to make a full recovery... and you'll thank me for it."
Chapter 5: The Suppository Session
After a few more slow thrusts, he pulled her head back, his cock glistening with her saliva. She gasped for air, her lips swollen and wet, and looked up at him with a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness.
"Now," he began, his tone calm but commanding, "let's get you ready for the next part of your treatment."
Liana blinked, her hazel eyes wide with confusion. "Next part?" she asked, her voice trembling. "There's... there's more?"
Dr. Morvain smiled faintly, his cock still throbbing in his hand as he stroked it slowly. "Of course, Liana. You didn't think one dose of testosterone would be enough, did you? Your body requires a deeper level of treatment to fully restore balance."
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. "D-deeper? What do you mean?"
Dr. Morvain leaned forward slightly, his voice softening as if to reassure her. "The next phase of your treatment involves administering the testosterone as a suppository... meaning rectally," he said, his tone clinical yet deliberate.
Her jaw dropped, and she shook her head in disbelief. "You mean... in my butt?"
He nodded solemnly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Exactly. It's scientifically proven that medications delivered as suppositories are absorbed more efficiently into the bloodstream. For your condition, this is the most effective method."
Liana stared at him, her lips trembling. "I... I've never... I don't think I can..."
Dr. Morvain's smile widened slightly, his grip on her shoulder tightening just enough to steady her. "Liana, I understand this might sound intimidating, but this isn't about embarrassment or hesitation —it's about your health. If we don't proceed, your condition could worsen significantly."
"But... it's going to hurt," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Not if it's done properly," he assured her, his tone firm. "That's why you need someone with experience to guide you. This isn't just about sticking something inside—it's a delicate procedure, and I'll make sure you're completely prepared."
Liana fidgeted nervously, her hands clutching the edge of the bed. "I... I don't know if I can do this," she said, her voice trembling.
Dr. Morvain leaned closer, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Liana, you handled the oral treatment beautifully. You were brave, and you trusted me to guide you. This is just another step—another way to deliver the medicine your body desperately needs."
Her eyes darted away from his, her cheeks burning. "But... I've never done anything like this before."
His smirk deepened slightly. "That's precisely why you're here. Your boyfriend wouldn't know how to do this properly—this isn't about fucking, Liana. This is about administering the testosterone directly where it's most effective. Trust me—you'll feel better afterward."
After a long, tense pause, she nodded reluctantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay... if you think it'll help."
"Good girl," Dr. Morvain murmured, his hand sliding down to her lower back. "Let's get started." "Lie down on your stomach," he instructed, his voice calm but firm.
Liana complied hesitantly, pulling the thin hospital gown up over her hips to expose the creamy curve of her ass. She buried her face in the pillow, her body trembling slightly as she felt his hands rest on her cheeks.
"You're doing great," he said softly, his fingers gently spreading her cheeks apart. "Now, to make this as comfortable as possible, I'll need to prepare the area."
"Prepare?" she asked, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Yes," he replied smoothly. "Since we don't have any lubrication, I'll use my tongue to relax the muscles and make the process easier."
Her breath hitched, and she squirmed slightly. "Your... tongue?"
"It's the most natural method," he said, his voice thick with feigned professionalism. "Just relax and trust me, Liana. This is for your health."
Liana tensed as she felt his warm breath against her exposed skin. Then, she gasped softly as his tongue pressed against the tight ring of her asshole, the wet warmth startling her.
"Relax," he murmured, his hands kneading her cheeks as he licked her in slow, deliberate strokes.
Her body stiffened at first, but the steady rhythm of his tongue began to wear down her resistance. She let out a soft, involuntary moan, her cheeks burning with shame as the unfamiliar sensation sent shivers through her.
"That's it," he said, his voice husky. "You're responding perfectly. This will make everything easier."
After several minutes, Dr. Morvain pulled back, his lips glistening as he admired her now-relaxed entrance. "You're ready for the suppository," he muttered, stroking his cock as he positioned himself behind her.
Liana tensed again, turning her head slightly. "Wait... what are you doing now?"
"This is the natural suppository, Liana," he said, pressing the thick head of his cock against her tight asshole. "Remember, this isn't about sex—it's about delivering the testosterone you need."
She whimpered softly, her voice trembling. "I... I don't know if I can..."
"Yes, you can," he interrupted firmly, his hands gripping her hips. "Just like before. Trust me— you're stronger than you think."
He pushed forward slowly, groaning as her tight entrance resisted him. Liana gasped sharply, the pressure intense as he stretched her inch by inch.
"It's so tight," she murmured, her voice shaky.
"That's normal," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing beautifully, Liana. Just relax and let me guide you."
As he pushed deeper, her soft gasps turned into moans, the pain slowly giving way to an overwhelming sensation of fullness. Her body arched instinctively, her back pressing against his chest as her moans grew louder.
"You're taking it so well," he murmured, his hips rocking gently as he filled her completely. "Such a good girl."
Liana's mind raced, her arousal building despite herself. "I... I don't understand why this feels..." she trailed off, her voice trembling.
"It's normal," Dr. Morvain said smoothly. "Your body is responding exactly as it should. This is part of the healing process."
Dr. Morvain groaned deeply as he thrust deeper into Liana's tight asshole, her cries of discomfort slowly turning into gasps and moans. His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her body to meet his every thrust. Her muscles clamped around him, creating a delicious resistance that only drove him wilder.
"Fuck, Liana," he muttered through gritted teeth. "You're so tight. This is exactly what your body needs—deep, hard medicine."
Liana whimpered beneath him, her head buried in the pillow as her back arched instinctively. "I... I don't know why this feels so..." she gasped, unable to finish her sentence as another wave of sensation washed over her.
"Say it," Dr. Morvain demanded, his hand snaking into her hair and pulling her head back slightly. "Admit it—it feels good, doesn't it?"
She moaned loudly, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and arousal. "Y-yes... I don't understand... oh fuck..."
"That's because your body knows what it needs," he growled, his thrusts growing harder and faster. "You're built for this, Liana. Taking it deep like the good little patient you are."
Dr. Morvain's grip tightened on her hair, pulling her head back further as he slammed into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her increasingly loud moans.
"Doctor!" she cried out, her voice high-pitched and desperate. "I... I feel something... oh fuck, I think... I think I'm gonna..."
"You're going to cum, aren't you?" he interrupted, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Your tight little ass is squeezing me so perfectly, you can't help it, can you?"
Liana's body trembled violently as the overwhelming pressure built inside her. "I can't... I can't stop it!" she screamed, her voice breaking as her body tensed.
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body twitching uncontrollably as she moaned and gasped. Her muscles clenched tightly around him, milking his cock as she rode out the orgasm.
"That's it," Dr. Morvain groaned, his voice low and guttural. "Squeeze me tighter, Liana. Show me how much you love your medicine."
Her moans of pleasure spurred him on, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. He released her hair and pushed her head back into the pillow, using both hands to spread her cheeks wider as he slammed into her with renewed intensity.
"You're such a good little patient," he growled, his hips pistoning against her. "Begging for my cock without even realizing it."
Liana could barely speak, her words coming out as incoherent moans and gasps. "Doctor... please... it's too much... I can't..."
"You can," he said firmly, his voice thick with dominance. "Your body was made for this—tight, innocent, and now completely mine."
Each thrust sent her body into spasms, her back arching as she met him halfway. "Oh fuck... oh fuck..." she cried, her voice breaking as another orgasm began to build.
"Cum for me again," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips so tightly they left red marks. "Cum on my cock like the obedient little slut you are."
Liana's body obeyed, another wave of ecstasy crashing over her as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably. She screamed into the pillow, her voice muffled but unmistakably filled with pleasure.
Dr. Morvain's grip on her hips tightened as he thrust harder, the sound of his cock plunging into her tight asshole filling the room. Liana's moans grew louder, her body arching and twitching as waves of pleasure and pain intertwined.
"Such a tight little hole," he groaned, his voice hoarse with lust. "You're taking it so well, Liana. This is exactly what your body needed."
Her breathing was ragged, her head buried in the pillow as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "It's... it's too much... I can't..." she gasped, her voice trembling.
"You can," Dr. Morvain growled, leaning down so his breath was hot against her ear. "Your body was made for this. Feel it, Liana—feel how good it is to take your medicine."
Liana whimpered, her back arching instinctively as she met his thrusts. Her mind was spinning, her shame battling with the undeniable pleasure building inside her.
"It's so... deep," she moaned softly, her voice breaking with each powerful thrust.
"That's right," he murmured, his tone dripping with dominance. "Take it deeper, Liana. Let it fill you up. Let me heal you."
Dr. Morvain slowed his pace slightly, his movements deliberate and calculated as he ensured she felt every inch of him stretching her. "We're just getting started," he muttered, his lips curling into a wicked grin.
Liana's body trembled beneath him, her soft cries mixing with her gasps of reluctant pleasure. She didn't understand why her body was responding this way, but the heat building inside her was undeniable.
"That's it," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Good girl. Just let yourself feel it."
Chapter 6: Taking Her Virginity
Dr. Morvain remained still for a moment, savouring the sight of Liana sprawled before him. Her breathing was uneven, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensations of the earlier "treatment." The flush on her cheeks and the slight arch in her back betrayed the lingering heat in her body.
"You've done so well, Liana," he murmured, his voice smooth and low. His cock throbbed as he watched her shift slightly, her thighs glistening faintly in the dim light. "But we're not finished yet."
Liana turned her head, her hazel eyes glassy and unfocused. "What... what do you mean?" she whispered, her voice shaky.
Dr. Morvain smirked, stepping closer to the bed and stroking himself slowly. "Your body still needs the final dose of testosterone. The strongest, most concentrated amount. It's the only way to fully restore your balance."
She blinked, confusion clouding her features. "What... where?"
His smirk widened as he moved to the edge of the bed, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "In your pussy, Liana. That's the final step of your treatment."
Her body stiffened, and she shook her head weakly. "No... no, I can't. I... I've never done that before. I'm a virgin..."
Dr. Morvain tilted his head, his expression softening into a mask of concern, though his eyes gleamed with dark intent. "I know, Liana," he said gently, his tone deceptively soothing. "And that's
exactly why this is so important. Your untouched body is the perfect vessel for this medicine. It will absorb every drop and ensure your complete recovery."
She tried to sit up, clutching the blanket to her chest. "But... I've been saving myself for my boyfriend..."
Dr. Morvain's smirk faded, replaced by a stern, authoritative expression. "This isn't about your boyfriend, Liana. This isn't about romance or some childish idea of saving yourself. This is about your health."
She faltered, her lips trembling. "But..."
"No buts," he interrupted firmly, his hand gripping her thigh. "Do you want to risk permanent damage to your body just to hold onto some fantasy? Do you want to throw away everything we've worked toward tonight?"
Her gaze dropped, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his words. "I... I don't know..."
Dr. Morvain leaned closer, his voice softening as he stroked her thigh gently. "Trust me, Liana. I've guided you this far. Let me help you finish this."
Before she could respond, he pushed her gently back onto the bed, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread them apart. Liana gasped, her breath hitching as he positioned himself between her legs.
"Doctor... please..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Shh," he murmured, lowering his head to her pussy. His tongue flicked out, teasing her clit and drawing a soft, involuntary moan from her lips.
Her hands gripped the sheets as his tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. "Doctor... oh fuck... I don't think..."
"Just relax, Liana," he murmured against her, his voice thick with lust. "Let your body take what it needs."
Her protests faded into soft moans as her hips began to move instinctively, meeting the rhythm of his tongue. The heat building inside her was undeniable, eroding her remaining resistance.
When he was satisfied that her body was ready, Dr. Morvain stood up, his cock hard and glistening as he positioned himself at her entrance. He gripped her thighs firmly, his dark eyes locked onto hers.
"This might hurt at first," he said, his voice low and commanding. "But you'll feel better soon."
Her breath hitched, and she shook her head weakly. "Please... be gentle..."
"I'll take care of you," he muttered, pressing the swollen head of his cock against her tight entrance.
He pushed forward slowly, groaning deeply as he felt her resistance. "Fuck, Liana," he growled. "You're so tight. This is exactly what your body needs."
She gasped sharply, her nails digging into the bed. "It... it hurts..."
"It's normal," he said, his hands gripping her hips as he forced himself deeper. "Your body is adjusting. Just relax, and it'll feel good soon."
He continued to push, inch by inch, stretching her untouched pussy as she cried out beneath him. The mix of pain and unfamiliar pleasure sent shivers through her, her body trembling as he filled her completely.
Dr. Morvain began to move slowly, his thrusts deliberate and calculated. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Taking me so perfectly. Feel how deep it is? That's the medicine working."
Liana whimpered, her back arching instinctively as her body adjusted to his size. "It's... it's so big..."
"Because it's exactly what you needed," he replied, his pace quickening. "Your tight little pussy was made for this big cock."
Her moans grew louder, her body betraying her as waves of pleasure began to build. She clung to the bed, her mind spinning with confusion and arousal.
"I... I don't know why this feels..." she gasped, her voice trembling.
"Because it's right," he interrupted, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Your body knows what it needs. Just let it take over."
Dr. Morvain's thrusts grew harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Liana's cries of pain had turned into moans of pleasure, her body moving in rhythm with his as she surrendered completely.
"You're mine now, Liana," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "This tight little pussy belongs to me."
Dr. Morvain's thrusts slowed momentarily as he leaned over her trembling body, his breath hot against her ear. "Turn over," he growled, his voice thick with command.
Liana blinked up at him, her face flushed and her chest heaving. "W-what?"
"On your knees," he said firmly, pulling back and gripping her waist. "I need to make sure the medicine gets even deeper."
Still dazed, her body obeyed his commands even as her mind reeled. Slowly, she turned onto her hands and knees, her ass raised in the air as he positioned himself behind her.
Dr. Morvain groaned deeply as he admired the view, his hands gripping her hips firmly. "Perfect," he muttered, running a hand over the curve of her ass before spreading her cheeks.
Without hesitation, he lined himself up with her slick entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her swollen lips. "Get ready, Liana," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "You're going to feel it even deeper now."
She gasped sharply as he thrust into her, filling her completely in one smooth motion. The angle sent shockwaves through her body, and she moaned loudly, her back arching as he began to move.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. "This is exactly where you're meant to take it."
Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as waves of pleasure built inside her. "Doctor... oh god... it's too much..."
"You can take it," he said firmly, gripping her hips tighter. "You're doing so well, Liana. Let yourself feel it."
Dr. Morvain slowed his movements, his cock glistening with her juices as he pulled out of her tight pussy. His hands gripped her hips firmly, spreading her cheeks to admire the way her puckered hole seemed to pulse, inviting him back.
"You've already taken me here once tonight," he murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. "Let's see how much more this tight little ass can handle."
Without hesitation, he pressed forward, groaning as her asshole enveloped him once again. Liana cried out, her head snapping back as a powerful surge of pleasure coursed through her.
"Oh fuck... oh my..." she gasped, her voice breaking as her body trembled beneath him.
"That's it," Dr. Morvain growled, gripping her hips tightly as he began to thrust. "Feel it, Liana. Feel how deep I'm inside you."
Her moans grew louder, her body moving in rhythm with his. "It's so... so full," she whimpered, her voice shaking with pleasure.
"Your tight little ass was made for this," he muttered, slamming into her harder. "Taking every inch of me, squeezing me so perfectly."
As her moans reached a fever pitch, he slowed his thrusts, pulling out of her ass with a wet pop. Liana whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her hips instinctively pushing back toward him.
"Don't worry," he said, his tone dark and teasing. "I'm not done with you yet."
He guided his cock back to her dripping pussy, sliding in effortlessly as she cried out in pleasure.
"Doctor!" she screamed, her walls clenching around him. "Oh fuck, it's so... so good..."
"You love this, don't you?" he growled, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. "Switching between your tight little holes, filling you completely. You're nothing but a perfect little slut, taking your medicine like a good girl."
"Yes!" she moaned, her voice breaking as another orgasm began to build. "It feels... so good... I can't stop..."
"Then don't," he commanded, gripping her hips as he slammed into her relentlessly. "Cum for me, Liana. Cum on my cock like the dirty little girl you are."
As her body trembled beneath him, he pulled out of her pussy again, his cock slick with her juices, and drove back into her ass. Liana screamed, her hands clutching the bed as her body convulsed.
"Doctor... oh fuck... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" she cried, her voice high and desperate as her orgasm ripped through her.
Her ass tightened around him, milking his cock as he groaned deeply. "Fuck, Liana," he muttered, his pace becoming erratic. "You're squeezing me so perfectly. Take it all, every fucking inch."
He switched back to her pussy, driving into her with brutal intensity as her second climax hit her like a wave. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, her back arching as her body gave in completely.
"I'm going to fill you up," he growled, his hips slamming against her. "Take the medicine, Liana. Squeeze it deep inside."
"Yes... yes... oh fuck, yes!" she moaned, her body trembling as they climaxed together, his hot release spilling into her tight pussy.
Dr. Morvain pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped from her swollen lips. "You're incredible, Liana," he murmured, stroking his cock as he positioned himself in front of her.
She turned to him, her lips swollen and glistening. "Doctor... I..."
"Finish it," he commanded, pressing the head of his cock against her lips. "Clean me up, Liana. Make sure you don't waste a drop."
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, taking him in as her tongue swirled around the head. Dr. Morvain groaned, his hands gripping her hair as she sucked him slowly.
"Good girl," he muttered, his voice low and satisfied. "You're doing so well. Every drop, Liana. Don't let any of it go to waste."
Dr. Morvain leaned back, his cock finally softening as Liana rested on the bed, her body trembling from exhaustion and the aftershocks of her climax. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen and glistening from her final act of submission. He reached out, stroking her cheek with an air of false tenderness, his voice smooth and commanding.
"You've done beautifully, Liana," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Your body is responding perfectly to the treatment. You're well on your way to full recovery."
She murmured something incoherent, her cheeks flushing as she avoided his gaze. Dr. Morvain smirked, rising to his feet and adjusting his pants.
"Rest now," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "There's still much work to be done, but tonight... tonight you've proven you're ready for whatever comes next."
With one last, lingering glance at her exposed, vulnerable body, he turned and left the room, his mind already racing with plans to deepen her submission.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Liana lay still, her mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, shame, and the undeniable warmth of satisfaction. For the first time, she questioned everything she thought she knew about herself, unaware that her journey into darkness had only just begun.
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