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By the fourth day, their idyllic trip took an unexpected turn. Alex began feeling unwell after dinner, complaining of a headache and fatigue. Mia brushed it off at first, thinking it was jet lag or too much sun.
But by morning, his condition had worsened. He was burning with fever, his skin pale and clammy.
"It's probably just a bug," he muttered, trying to sit up, but his body betrayed him, and he slumped back onto the bed.
Mia's heart raced with worry as she placed a cool cloth on his forehead. "Alex, you're scaring me. You can't even stand. We need to get you to a doctor."
"I'll be fine," he said weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.
But as the day went on, his fever climbed higher, and he became increasingly drowsy and incoherent. By evening, he could barely open his eyes, his words slurred as he tried to reassure her.
Mia's panic reached a breaking point. She grabbed her phone, her hands shaking as she called the front desk. "Please, I need a taxi," she said, her voice cracking. "My fiancé is very sick."
Chapter 2: The Taxi Ride Mia paced nervously back and forth in the hotel room, her heart racing as she glanced at Alex, who lay slumped on the bed. His face was pale, beads of sweat rolling down his temples as he murmured incoherently.
"Stay with me, Alex," she whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands shook as she grabbed her phone to call for a taxi. Her fingers fumbled over the screen, her panic making it hard to focus. She glanced at the small bag she had hastily packed—just the essentials for Alex, a bottle of water, and her phone charger.
She couldn't waste any more time. She needed to get him to a hospital immediately.
Throwing on a yellow sundress that barely reached mid-thigh, she rushed to help Alex to his feet. The dress clung to her curves like a second skin, the lightweight fabric outlining her firm, perky breasts. As she leaned over to grab her bag, the hem of the dress rose dangerously high, exposing the lower curve of her round, toned ass.
She glanced at Alex, hoping he didn't notice how revealing her outfit was. Not that he could—his half-lidded eyes and weak groans told her he was too far gone to care. "Just hold on, baby," she murmured, guiding him out the door.
The taxi was already waiting outside the hotel, an old, rusty car with a cracked windshield and a distinct musty smell. The driver, a large, sweaty man in his sixties, stepped out as soon as he saw her. His small, beady eyes widened at the sight of Mia, taking in every inch of her flawless body. Her long, toned legs seemed to go on forever, and the sway of her hips as she approached made his cock twitch in his pants.
"You called for a taxi?" he asked, his voice gravelly.
"Yes, please, we need to get to a hospital," Mia said urgently, barely glancing at him as she supported Alex.
The driver's gaze lingered on her chest, where the fabric of her sundress strained against her full, round breasts. Her nipples were faintly visible beneath the thin material, and he licked his lips, his mind already wandering to filthy places.
"Sure thing, miss," he said, stepping forward to "help." His hands brushed hers as he took Alex's arm, and he couldn't resist stealing a glance down her dress, where the soft curve of her cleavage was on full display.
As they settled Alex into the backseat, Mia climbed into the front, adjusting her dress as she sat. The hem rode up slightly, revealing more of her smooth, tanned thighs. The driver's gaze flicked to her legs, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her.
The car's interior smelled of stale cigarettes and sweat, making Mia wrinkle her nose. But her mind was too consumed with worry about Alex to care. "Please, just get us to the nearest hospital," she said, her voice tight with urgency.
"Of course, miss," the driver replied, his tone dripping with false sincerity. He started the car, sneaking glances at her out of the corner of his eye. Her thighs pressed together, the hem of her sundress riding dangerously high, teasing him with every shift of her legs. The curve of her ass, even in her seated position, was enough to make his grip on the steering wheel tighten as filthy thoughts consumed him.
As the car rattled down the uneven road, the driver's mind raced with filthy fantasies. He imagined pulling over to the side of the deserted road, dragging her out of the car, and bending her over the hood. Her protests would turn to moans as he spread her legs wide and shoved his cock deep into her tight, wet pussy.
He adjusted himself discreetly, his cock growing hard at the thought. The sight of her long legs shifting nervously, the way she fidgeted with the hem of her dress, made his breathing heavier.
"You alright there, miss?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes," Mia replied curtly, her hands clenched in her lap. She could feel his eyes on her, and it made her skin crawl. But she told herself to ignore it—Alex needed her focus.
The driver smirked, glancing at her again. "You and your man on vacation, huh? Mauritius is a beautiful place for a couple."
Mia nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"You know," he continued, his voice thick with insinuation, "a girl like you must turn a lot of heads. Bet you drive all the men crazy."
Mia shifted uncomfortably, pulling her dress down over her thighs. "Thank you, but I'm not interested," she said firmly, her voice tinged with irritation.
He chuckled, his eyes lingering on her exposed legs. "Didn't mean no harm, miss. Just saying you're a lucky man's lady."
After what felt like an eternity, the taxi turned onto a narrow dirt road surrounded by dense trees. The headlights illuminated the path, but the forest seemed to close in around them, the darkness thick and oppressive.
Mia's unease grew as they approached a small building that barely resembled a hospital. The peeling paint, flickering lights, and eerie silence made her stomach churn. But she shook off her discomfort—she had no choice.
"We're here," the driver announced, pulling up to the entrance.
Mia hurried out of the car, helping Alex to his feet. The driver stood nearby, his eyes glued to her ass as she bent over to adjust Alex's arm around her shoulders. Her sundress rode up again, exposing the lower curve of her perfect, round cheeks.
"Thanks," she muttered, barely glancing at him as she guided Alex toward the hospital doors.
"Anytime, miss," he said, his lips curling into a lecherous grin. "Good luck in there."
As the doors closed behind them, the driver lingered for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on the building. He licked his lips, the image of Mia's swaying hips and perfect curves etched into his mind.
Inside, Mia's heart raced as she scanned the dimly lit reception area. She tightened her grip on Alex, whispering softly, "Hold on, Alex. We're almost there."
Chapter 3: Meeting Dr. Morvain The hospital smelled of disinfectant and despair. The air was cold, sterile, and heavy with an unsettling silence that set Mia on edge. She clutched Alex's arm tightly, guiding his sluggish steps as they entered the dimly lit lobby. His body leaned heavily against her, his face pale and damp with sweat. Every ounce of Mia's focus was on him, her mind racing with worry. She didn't notice the piercing eyes that watched her from across the room.
Dr. Morvain stepped into view with an air of authority. His slim frame was clad in a white coat, his dark skin giving him a commanding presence under the flickering fluorescent lights. But it wasn't his professional demeanour that defined him—it was the way his sharp, predatory eyes locked onto Mia. They lingered, devouring every detail of her body from the curve of her hips to the swell of her perky breasts, barely contained by the thin straps of her sundress.
"Good evening," he said smoothly, his deep voice cutting through the silence. "I'm Dr. Morvain. How can I assist you?"
Mia turned to him, her hazel eyes wide with desperation. "It's my fiancé," she said, her voice trembling. "He's burning up with a fever and... he's just not himself. Please, can you help him?"
Dr. Morvain's gaze shifted briefly to Alex, who was slouched against Mia like a rag doll. Then his eyes darted back to her, lingering on the slight bounce of her chest as she adjusted her grip on Alex's arm. His lips curved into a faint, calculated smile.
"Of course," he said, stepping closer. "Let's get him examined right away."
Mia helped Alex onto the examination bed, her hands gentle but firm as she supported his weight. Her sundress rode up slightly as she bent over, exposing the tops of her smooth, tanned thighs. Dr. Morvain's eyes drank in the sight, his cock stirring as he imagined how soft her skin would feel under his hands.
He moved to Alex's side, his demeanour professional but his mind anything but. "Let's see what's going on," he said, pulling on a pair of gloves. As he examined Alex, he maintained the façade of concern, but his focus drifted frequently to Mia. She stood nearby, nervously wringing her hands, her delicate features twisted with worry. The way her lips parted slightly, the subtle rise and fall of her chest—it all fed into the dark fantasies forming in his mind.
After a few moments, Dr. Morvain straightened, pulling off his gloves with a theatrical snap. In truth, it was clear to him that Alex was suffering from nothing more than a severe case of influenza compounded by mild dehydration—hardly life-threatening and easily treated with basic medications and IV fluids. But as his sharp eyes shifted to Mia, taking in the worry etched on her beautiful face, he saw an opportunity.
"This isn't good," he said gravely, his tone heavy with fabricated concern. His eyes narrowed as if delivering dire news. "Your fiancé is showing symptoms consistent with a rare bacterial infection we sometimes encounter in this region. It's aggressive and, if left untreated, could lead to severe complications—organ failure, and in extreme cases... death."
He let the words hang in the air, watching Mia's face pale, her hazel eyes wide with panic. The effect was exactly what he intended. "We need to act quickly," he added, his voice low and serious, as if time were running out. "This isn't something to take lightly."
Mia's face drained of color. "Oh my god," she whispered, rushing to Alex's side. "Alex, did you hear that? We have to do something!"
Alex, barely coherent, mumbled something unintelligible. His head lolled to one side, his body slack against the bed.
Dr. Morvain placed a comforting hand on Mia's shoulder. "I understand this is overwhelming," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "But we need to act quickly. He requires immediate admission and aggressive treatment."
Mia's hands trembled as she clutched Alex's. "We'll do whatever it takes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just help him."
Dr. Morvain tilted his head, his lips curling into a faint smile. "Of course," he said. "But I must warn you... the treatment is not inexpensive. The medications alone are costly, and the level of care he needs will require additional expenses."
Mia's eyes widened, and she shook her head. "We're just here for our wedding," she said, her voice cracking. "We've already spent so much... I don't know if we can afford—"
"Shh," Dr. Morvain interrupted, his hand sliding from her shoulder to her upper arm, his touch firm but oddly soothing. "Don't worry. I'm not heartless. I'm willing to work with you to ensure he gets the care he needs."
Her eyes lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Doctor. Thank you so much. I don't know what we'd do without your kindness."
Dr. Morvain's smirk widened, though he quickly masked it with a more somber expression. "Consider it my way of helping a young couple in love," he said smoothly, his tone dripping with a false sense of altruism. "For now, let's focus on stabilising Alex. The financial details... we can discuss those later." He paused, letting his gaze linger on Mia's flushed cheeks and the curve of her lips. His voice dropped slightly, laced with a hint of suggestiveness. "I'm confident you'll find a way to... repay me."
Mia, too preoccupied with Alex's condition, nodded gratefully, completely missing the underlying mockery in his tone. "Thank you, Doctor. I don't know how to thank you enough."
Dr. Morvain's smirk returned briefly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way," he murmured under his breath, his gaze shamelessly trailing down her figure.
Mia nodded, too relieved to notice the way his eyes lingered on her cleavage as she bent over to kiss Alex's forehead. "You're an angel," she murmured. "Thank you."
Dr. Morvain gestured for a nurse to prepare a bed for Alex. He guided Mia and her fiancé to a small patient ward with several curtained-off beds. Most were unoccupied, the sterile white sheets glowing faintly under the dim lights.
"This is where Alex will stay for now," Dr. Morvain explained. "I'll have the nurse administer a sedative to help him rest. You can stay by his side."
Mia nodded, helping Alex onto the bed. As she leaned over him, her sundress shifted, revealing a hint of her firm, round ass. Dr. Morvain's eyes darkened, his cock twitching at the sight. He adjusted his coat, hiding the growing bulge as he turned to leave.
"I'll check in on him shortly," he said, his tone calm but edged with something darker. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call."
As he stepped out of the room, he glanced over his shoulder one last time, his eyes locking onto Mia's backside as she fussed over Alex. "She has no idea what she's agreed to," he muttered under his breath, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "But she'll find out soon enough."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Mia alone with her drowsy fiancé, unaware of the storm that was about to unfold.
Chapter 4: The Curtain Incident The hospital room was suffocatingly silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the metal bedframes. Mia stood by Alex's bedside, her fingers brushing against his clammy forehead as she adjusted the blanket draped over his frail, motionless form. The yellow sundress she wore clung to her curves, slightly wrinkled from the day's stress, and as she leaned over to tuck the blanket around Alex, the hem rode up higher on her thighs, revealing the delicate lace of her panties.
Her fiancé stirred weakly, murmuring incoherently. His once sharp, warm eyes were now dulled by exhaustion and fever, and he barely registered her presence. Mia's heart ached at the sight. "Stay with me, Alex," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his damp forehead.
The thin curtains dividing the beds swayed gently with the draft, the movement almost imperceptible. Mia straightened, smoothing her dress absentmindedly, her mind consumed by worry.
Then she felt it.
A hand—large and deliberate—cupped her ass, squeezing lightly but unmistakably from behind the curtain. The sensation sent a jolt through her, and she jerked upright, her breath catching in her throat. Spinning around, she scanned the room, but there was nothing, no one, only the sterile emptiness of the ward.
"Mia?" Alex's groggy voice broke through her panic. "What's wrong?"
Her lips parted, but the words caught in her throat. What could she say? That someone had just groped her, here, in this hospital? Shaking her head, she forced a smile, her voice trembling as she replied, "Nothing, baby. Just... nothing."
Her gaze flickered toward the curtain separating their bed from the next. Shadows danced on the fabric, faint and indistinct, but her unease deepened. She leaned down to check on Alex again, telling herself it was just her imagination.
But then she saw it—a dark silhouette behind the curtain. Her breath hitched, her pulse racing. Before she could process what she was seeing, the silhouette moved, and something unmistakable came into view.
Dr. Morvain.
His face was partially obscured, but there was no mistaking the dark gleam of his eyes as they locked onto her. His hand, large and sure, was wrapped around the thick, veiny length of his cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately. Mia froze, her knees weakening beneath her. Her mind screamed at her to look away, but her body betrayed her, her gaze glued to the obscene sight.
No... no, this can't be real. Her chest tightened, and she turned sharply, her cheeks burning. Alex stirred again, his weak voice grounding her momentarily. "Mia... everything okay?"
"Yes," she said too quickly, her voice high-pitched and unnatural. "Everything's fine."
She clutched the edge of Alex's bed, her knuckles white. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she tried to steady her breathing. But the image was seared into her mind—the doctor's cock, glistening with precum, his eyes locked on her as if daring her to react.
Minutes passed, or maybe seconds—it felt like an eternity. Then she heard it: a whisper, low and smooth, coming from just behind the curtain.
"If you want him to get better, Mia... you'll have to pay the price."
Her body stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. "What... what are you talking about?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"You know exactly what I mean," Dr. Morvain replied, his voice calm yet menacing. "Be a good girl, and bend over for me."
Mia's head swam with conflicting emotions—disgust, fear, and an undeniable, unwelcome heat pooling low in her belly. She glanced at Alex, his pale, sickly face a stark reminder of why she was here. For him. This is for him.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I can't."
The doctor's tone darkened. "Oh, but you can. And you will. His life depends on it, Mia. Do you want him to suffer because of your pride?"
Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the bed. This is insane. I can't do this. I can't... But her body betrayed her again, her nipples hardening beneath her dress, her thighs pressing together as the sound of his stroking hand filled the silence.
"Mia?" Alex murmured again, his voice weak and distant.
"I'm fine," she lied, her voice shaky. "Just... just rest, ok?"
Then she felt it again—a firm squeeze on her ass, bolder this time. A gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.
"Mia?" Alex asked, his brow furrowing faintly.
She forced a laugh, her voice trembling. "Stubbed my toe, that's all," she said, her cheeks flushing.
Dr. Morvain's voice was a low growl now, the command unmistakable. "Lift that little dress, Mia. Show me how much you care about him."
Her breathing quickened, her mind screaming at her to stop, to run, to do anything but comply. But her hands betrayed her, sliding slowly to the hem of her dress. She hesitated, her eyes darting to Alex one last time.
This is for him, she told herself, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, trembling, she lifted the fabric.
Chapter 5: The First Submission The air was thick with tension, Mia's body trembling as she clutched the edge of the bed, her yellow sundress hitched up over her hips. Her lace panties were pushed aside, leaving her shaved pussy and tight asshole exposed to the cold hospital air. She wanted to scream, to cry, but her voice was caught in her throat.
Behind her, Dr. Morvain loomed, his hands sliding up her thighs with practiced ease, his touch both commanding and predatory. His voice was a low whisper in her ear. "Good girl. Just relax, Mia. This is for him, remember?"
"Shut up," she spat, her voice shaking with anger, though her body betrayed her with a faint shiver of anticipation. "Don't talk to me."
Dr. Morvain chuckled darkly. "Oh, Mia... such fire. But your body is speaking louder than your words."
She stiffened as his tongue traced a line along her slit, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her fists clenched, her knuckles white as she fought to stay silent. Her head tilted slightly toward Alex, who mumbled incoherently in his feverish state. "You bastard," she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice barely above a whisper. "Stop... stop this."
But her body betrayed her again, her wetness growing as his tongue slid deeper, exploring every inch of her most sensitive areas. Dr. Morvain growled approvingly, his fingers gripping her hips to keep her steady. "You taste so sweet, Mia. I knew you'd be perfect."
"Fuck you," she snapped, her cheeks burning with shame. She hated the way her body responded, the way her legs shook as his tongue worked her clit in slow, torturous circles.
Alex stirred again, his groggy voice pulling her back. "Mia... what's going on?"
Her breath hitched, and she forced herself to sound normal. "Nothing, baby," she said quickly, her voice trembling. "I'm just... just here. Don't worry."
Dr. Morvain's laughter vibrated against her pussy as he continued, his tongue now sliding down to circle her tight asshole. Mia jerked in shock, her knees nearly buckling. "Oh fuck, stop," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Stop?" the doctor murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Your body's telling me otherwise."
Mia clenched her fists, biting her lip to stifle a moan as his tongue teased her relentlessly. She hated herself for the warmth pooling in her belly, for the way her hips began to move instinctively, pressing against his face. "You're disgusting," she spat, her voice shaky. "I hate you."
"Liar," he replied simply, his tone dripping with amusement. "You're loving this."
When he pulled back, she thought it was over. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her legs trembling. "Is it... is it done?" she whispered, barely daring to hope.
Dr. Morvain smirked behind her, his voice a low growl. "Not even close."
Before she could respond, she felt it—the hot, thick head of his big black cock pressing against her slick folds. She froze, her eyes widening in disbelief as he slid it along her slit, teasing her clit with deliberate strokes. "No... no, don't..." she whimpered, though her voice lacked conviction.
"You're so wet for me, Mia," he whispered, his cockhead gliding over her entrance. "Your body's begging for it."
"Shut up!" she hissed, tears of shame burning her eyes. "Just... just shut up."
But then he pushed inside, stretching her inch by agonising inch. Mia's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing as the thick length invaded her tight pussy. "Oh fuck," she whispered, her voice breaking.
Dr. Morvain leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. "Feel that, Mia? Feel how perfectly you take me?"
"Fuck you," she choked out, her voice trembling. But deep inside, a warmth bloomed—a forbidden, shameful pleasure she couldn't deny.
Alex stirred again, his weak voice cutting through her haze. "Mia... are you okay?"
She clenched her fists, fighting to keep her voice steady. "I'm fine, baby," she said, her words rushed. "Just... just rest."
Dr. Morvain chuckled darkly, his cock sliding deeper into her. "Good girl. Keep talking to him. Let him hear how much you care while I stretch this perfect little pussy."
Her walls clenched around him involuntarily, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out. Her legs trembled as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and slow, the friction sending shocks of heat through her. "I hate you," she whispered, her voice breaking.
"No, you don't," he replied smoothly, his cock hitting deeper with each thrust. "You love this. Your body doesn't lie, Mia."
Her cheeks burned with shame, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She couldn't stop it—the way her hips moved to meet his thrusts, the way her wetness coated his cock. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her body craved the release building deep inside her.
"Mia..." Alex mumbled again, his voice slurred. "You're... amazing..."
Her cheeks blushed as her climax built, her body betraying her completely. Dr. Morvain's grip on her hips tightened as he thrust harder, his cock stretching her walls in ways she'd never experienced. "That's it," he growled. "Come for me, Mia. Let me feel you."
She bit down on her lip until it bled, her body shaking as the orgasm crashed over her. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, her pussy clenching around his cock as she muffled a cry. Alex stirred faintly, oblivious to the scene unfolding just inches away.
As she came down from the high, her legs weak and her mind reeling, Dr. Morvain pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her arousal. He leaned close, his voice a dark whisper. "This is just the beginning, Mia."
Before she could fully process his words, his hand slid up her back, his touch firm and commanding. "Now, come to the other side of the curtain," he murmured, his tone dripping with authority. "There's more to this payment, and you don't want to keep me waiting."
Mia's eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. "W-what?" she stammered, her voice weak.
"You heard me," Dr. Morvain replied, his smirk growing as he tugged lightly at her arm. "If you want him to get better, you'll do everything I say. And I mean everything."
Her mind screamed in protest, but her body betrayed her once again. The lingering warmth from her climax, the ache of being stretched after so long without, and the forbidden thrill of it all clouded her judgment. Shame mingled with a dark, desperate longing she could no longer deny.
"Don't make me ask again," Dr. Morvain said, his voice taking on a sharper edge. "Get up, Mia. Now."
She gasped softly, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned her head slightly, glancing at Alex, who lay oblivious on the bed, his shallow breaths filling the silence. Her lips quivered as she whispered to herself, This is insane. I shouldn't... I can't...
But her legs moved on their own, shaky and hesitant, as she pushed herself upright. Her dress fell back into place, though the dampness between her thighs served as a humiliating reminder of what had just happened. She clenched her fists, trying to will herself to stop, but the magnetic pull of Dr. Morvain's command was too strong.
"I... I can't believe this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Dr. Morvain's predatory grin widened. "Oh, you'll believe it soon enough. Now come, Mia. Let's not waste any more time."
With a trembling breath, she stepped around the curtain, her heart pounding as she crossed the threshold into the next part of her humiliation. Her shame burned hot in her cheeks, but deep inside, a forbidden thrill coursed through her veins. I hate this... but why do I want more?
The curtain swayed gently behind her, sealing her fate.
Chapter 6: The Price of Silence Mia hesitated, her breath hitching as she glanced at Alex through the thin curtain, his pale, feverish face oblivious to the storm raging just feet away. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "I... I need to use the restroom, baby. I'll be right back, okay?"
Alex nodded weakly, his head barely lifting from the pillow. "Okay, Mia... don't... don't be long."
She forced a trembling smile, brushing his hair back gently. "I won't. Just rest."
As she pulled the curtain aside and stepped into the next section of the room, her stomach churned with dread. Her legs wobbled, and every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn back. But the moment her eyes landed on the scene before her, her breath hitched in her throat.
Dr. Morvain stood there, his big black cock still out, thick and glistening from earlier, his hand stroking it lazily. Sitting on the bed beside him was the taxi driver, his lecherous grin wide as he openly stared at her. His cock—veiny, massive, and throbbing—was in his hand, precum dripping onto his fingers as he stroked himself slowly.
Mia froze, her heart slamming against her ribs. "What the fuck is going on here?" she gasped, her voice shaking with a mix of shock and disbelief.
Dr. Morvain smirked, his predatory eyes raking over her trembling figure. "It's simple, Mia. You want Alex to live, don't you? Then you'll do exactly as I say."
The taxi driver chuckled, his voice rough and mocking. "It's time to pay up, girl. No freebies here. Be a good little slut and get on your knees."
Her lips quivered as she stepped back instinctively, her back brushing against the curtain. "No... this... this is insane," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't do this."
Dr. Morvain took a step closer, his presence towering and menacing. "Oh, you can, Mia. You will. Unless you'd rather I stop Alex's treatment right now? It's your choice."
Her stomach dropped as she glanced between the two men and the curtain separating her from Alex. Her fiancé—her sweet, oblivious fiancé—had no idea what she was about to do. Her body trembled, shame burning in her chest, but deep beneath the humiliation was an unsettling warmth, a forbidden ache that she couldn't suppress.
"Time's ticking," Dr. Morvain growled, his tone sharp. "On your knees. Now."
Her legs moved before her mind could stop them, her body betraying her completely. Slowly, she sank to the floor, her knees pressing against the cold, sterile tiles. She avoided their eyes, her gaze fixed on the floor, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of shame and resignation.
Dr. Morvain smirked, stepping closer and gripping her chin, forcing her head upward. "Look at them, Mia," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "Two big, throbbing cocks. Exciting, right?"
Her breath hitched as her eyes unwillingly flicked to the sight before her—the doctor's thick, veiny length and the taxi driver's equally massive cock, both glistening with anticipation. Disgust rippled through her, but it didn't drown out the faint, unwelcome heat blooming deep inside her. She bit her lip, her face flushing. This is insane. I can't believe this is happening...
The taxi driver let out a low, coarse laugh, his grin wide as he stroked himself. "What better way to finish a bachelorette life before getting married, huh? Two fat cocks just for you, sweetheart."
Her chest tightened, her thighs instinctively pressing together as her arousal grew, despite her every effort to suppress it. She hated herself for the way her body betrayed her, for the slick wetness she felt pooling between her legs. I shouldn't feel this way. This is wrong... so wrong...
But she kept her expression as neutral as she could, refusing to let them see the effect they were having on her. Her hands rested in her lap, her fingers trembling slightly as she fought to steady her breath. Don't let them see it. Don't let them know, she thought, though the growing heat in her core whispered otherwise.
"Good girl," Dr. Morvain murmured, gripping her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Now open that pretty little mouth."
Mia hesitated, her lips trembling. "You're monsters," she spat, her voice trembling with lust.
The taxi driver barked a laugh. "And you're a fucking tease. Open up, slut. Don't make me ask twice."
Her fists clenched at her sides, but she obeyed, parting her lips reluctantly. Dr. Morvain wasted no time, sliding his cock past her lips, the thick girth stretching her jaw uncomfortably. She gagged immediately, her hands instinctively pressing against his thighs to steady herself.
"That's it," he growled, gripping her hair tightly. "Take it all, Mia. Show me how much you care about your precious Alex."
Mia's gagging and choked breaths filled the air as the doctor thrust into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. She fought to suppress the rising heat in her belly, disgusted by the way her body reacted.
"Fuck, look at her," the taxi driver sneered, stroking himself faster. "She's loving this. Bet she's been dreaming about being a little whore."
Dr. Morvain pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva, and stepped back. "Your turn," he said, gesturing to the taxi driver.
The older man didn't wait. He grabbed Mia's head roughly, shoving his cock into her mouth with no warning. She gagged violently, her eyes watering as he thrust into her, his grunts filling the room.
"Yeah, that's it," he growled. "Choke on it, slut. You've got a mouth made for this."
Mia's struggled to breathe. Her humiliation was absolute, but her body betrayed her completely. Her nipples hardened beneath her dress, and the dampness between her legs grew unbearable.
After several minutes of alternating between them, the taxi driver yanked her to her feet, bending her over the bed. "Time to really pay the price, sweetheart," he sneered, gripping her hips.
He lifted her dress, exposing her bare ass and ran his cock along her slit, teasing her. "You're dripping, Mia. Don't pretend you don't want this."
"No... I don't..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "I can't..."
The taxi driver smirked, pressing the thick head of his cock against her entrance. "Too late for that."
With one powerful thrust, he slid inside her, stretching her walls painfully. Mia gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the bed as her body jerked forward. The stretch was overwhelming, the thickness filling her completely. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as tears streaked her flushed cheeks.
"Fuck, she's tight," the taxi driver growled, his pace slow and deliberate. "Feels like she's never been fucked properly."
Dr Morvain laughed darkly, stroking himself as he watched. "She'll be ruined by the time we're done with her."
Mia's body shook, her shame mixing with a dark, forbidden pleasure she couldn't deny. I hate them. I hate this... but why does it feel so good?
Chapter 7: The Ultimate Degradation Mia's breath came in shallow gasps, her fingers gripping the edge of the hospital bed as her body jerked forward with each brutal thrust. The taxi driver's cock slammed into her pussy relentlessly, stretching her slick walls as her sundress bunched around her waist, exposing her completely to the cool air and their greedy gazes. Her mind screamed at her to stop this, to fight back, but her body was lost, trembling with a mix of shame and undeniable pleasure.
The taxi driver's coarse laughter filled the room, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove himself deeper. "Look at her," he sneered, his voice thick with lust. "Taking it like a good little whore. Bet you've never been fucked like this before, huh?"
Mia's moans grew louder despite herself, her head hanging low as the pressure inside her built to a breaking point. Her fingers dug into the bed as her body quivered, her walls clenching around his cock as the climax overwhelmed her. "Oh fuck... I'm cumming... fuck, I'm cumming!" she gasped, her voice quietly with a desperate mix of shame and ecstasy.
The taxi driver grunted, pulling out of her with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her arousal. "That's what I thought," he said, a smug grin spreading across his face. "She's loving this." He slapped her ass hard, making her gasp. "Doctor, your turn. Go break her in properly."
Mia's stomach twisted at his words, but the dark, shameful ache between her legs only grew stronger. She hated herself for the way her body responded to their degrading stares, for the wetness slicking her thighs. "I'm only doing this for Alex," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. This is for him. Only for him.
Dr. Morvain smirked, running his hands over her ass, his touch firm and possessive. "You'll thank us by the time we're done," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight, puckered hole. "Look at this. Untouched, huh? Guess I'll be the first."
Mia jerked slightly at his touch, her heart racing. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I've never... I can't—"
Dr. Morvain leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. "You will," he murmured darkly. "And you'll love it."
She felt his tongue flick against her asshole, teasing her with slow, deliberate circles. Her back arched instinctively, her body betraying her again as her legs trembled. "Stop," she hissed, her voice shaky. "This is... wrong."
The taxi driver barked a laugh, watching her squirm. "Wrong? Sweetheart, this is exactly what you need. Don't fight it."
Dr. Morvain's tongue pressed deeper, his hands gripping her hips tightly to keep her in place. The sensation was foreign, overwhelming, and Mia bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her body burned with shame, but she couldn't deny the growing heat pooling low in her belly. This shouldn't feel good. Why does it feel so good?
When he finally pulled back, she let out a shaky breath, hoping it was over. But then she felt it—the thick, swollen head of his cock pressing against her tight hole. Panic surged through her, and she tried to move forward, but the taxi driver grabbed her shoulders, pinning her down.
Dr. Morvain chuckled. "Relax, Mia. You'll get used to it." He applied pressure, the tip stretching her slowly, inch by inch. Mia's jaw clenched as a sharp, burning pain shot through her.
She gasped loudly, her voice cracking. "Oh fuck... stop. It's too much."
Alex's groggy voice called out faintly from the other side of the curtain. "Mia? Are you okay?"
Her heart skipped a beat, and she forced herself to sound normal. "I'm fine," she called back, her voice strained. "Just... banged my knee on the bed."
Dr. Morvain smirked, pushing deeper. "Good cover," he muttered, his hands tightening on her hips. "Now take it like a good girl."
The burning sensation was unbearable, her body struggling to adjust as his cock stretched her further. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she bit down on her lip, refusing to cry. "I can't... I can't do this," she whimpered.
The taxi driver leaned forward, his voice a low growl. "Oh, you can. And you will."
Dr. Morvain thrust forward suddenly, his cock burying itself completely inside her. Mia screamed, her body arching as the pain consumed her. She clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
As the pain slowly ebbed, a strange, shameful pleasure began to creep in. Her breathing quickened, her body relaxing slightly as she adjusted to the fullness. Dr. Morvain began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one pushing her to the brink of both agony and ecstasy.
"See?" he murmured, his voice taunting. "You're loving it already."
The taxi driver grinned, positioning himself beneath her. "Time for the other hole," he sneered, his cock pressing against her slick pussy. He thrust into her roughly, filling her completely. The sensation of being taken in both holes overwhelmed her, and she let out a soft, involuntary moan.
"Fuck, she's tight," the taxi driver growled, gripping her thighs as he pounded into her. "Told you she'd be perfect for this."
Mia's mind screamed at her to stop, to fight back, but her body had fully betrayed her. Her hips moved instinctively, her moans growing louder despite her shame. I hate this. I hate them. But why does it feel so good?
The men alternated, switching positions as they used her completely. Dr. Morvain's and the taxi driver's cocks stretched her ass and her pussy, their degrading words filling her ears.
"You're such a filthy little slut," Dr. Morvain growled, slapping her ass. "Bet your fiancé could never fuck you like this."
"Loving every second, aren't you?" the taxi driver sneered. "This is what you were made for." Mia's body reached its breaking point, the sensations too overwhelming to resist. The heat in her core exploded as she climaxed, her walls clenching around the taxi driver's cock while her asshole tightened around Dr. Morvain. Her cries of pleasure were muffled against the bed, her body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
As the men continued, her mind was a haze of shame and bliss. I'm ruined. Completely ruined.
Dr. Morvain didn't pause, his cock driving deep into her ass, stretching her even further as the taxi driver thrust into her pussy with renewed intensity. Their rhythm was relentless, the wet sound of their cocks filling the room, mixing with Mia's muffled moans. Her body quaked with each stroke, her legs trembling as she was held firmly between them, unable to escape.
"Fuck, she's clenching so tight," Dr. Morvain growled, gripping her hips roughly as he slammed into her. "She's loving this. Look at her, shaking like the little slut she is."
The taxi driver let out a harsh laugh, his hands moving to squeeze her bouncing breasts through the thin fabric of her sundress. "She can't get enough. Bet she's never been fucked this good in her life." He pinched her nipples hard, sending a jolt through her already overstimulated body.
Mia's breath hitched as another orgasm ripped through her, her walls squeezing the taxi driver's cock tightly. "Oh yes... I'm cumming again!" she gasped, her voice breaking as her body betrayed her completely. Her legs gave out slightly, but the men held her firmly, continuing to pound into her.
"Not done yet," Dr. Morvain growled, slapping her ass hard and gripping her tighter. He thrust deep into her ass, his cock hitting spots that made her toes curl. The overwhelming sensation sent her spiralling into another climax, her cries muffled as she buried her face into the bed.
"Fucking perfect," the taxi driver grunted, his pace quickening. "Can't hold back any longer." He thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load into her pussy, the warm sensation making Mia shudder.
Dr. Morvain wasn't far behind. With a low growl, he slammed into her ass, holding her hips tightly as he emptied himself inside her, filling her completely. The sensation of both holes being claimed left Mia trembling, her mind a whirlwind of shame and forbidden pleasure.
The men pulled out slowly, their cocks glistening with her juices and their cum. Dr. Morvain smirked as he turned her around, gripping her chin firmly. "We're not done yet, Mia. Be a good girl and clean us up."
The taxi driver grabbed her hair, pulling her forward. "You heard him, slut. Get to work."
Mia hesitated, her eyes darting between their slick, throbbing cocks. The taste of them was still fresh in her memory, and her stomach churned with a mix of shame and reluctant arousal. Slowly, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to clean the doctor's cock first.
"Good girl," Dr. Morvain murmured, his voice low and mocking. He guided her head as she licked and sucked, her lips wrapping around him to take every drop.
The taxi driver groaned impatiently, pulling her head toward him next. "Now me. Make sure you get every fucking drop, slut."
Mia obeyed, her mouth moving between them as they smirked down at her. By the time she finished, her face was flushed, and her lips swollen. She sat back on her heels, her body trembling as the men exchanged a satisfied glance.
Mia lowered her head, her body burning with humiliation as their laughter echoed in her ears. Her skin was marked with their hands, her holes filled with their cum, and her mind clouded with shameful pleasure she couldn't deny.
Chapter 8: Aftermath Mia slumped against the bed, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, her skin marked with the remnants of the men's hands and their degrading touches. Thick streams of cum dripped from her pussy and asshole, trailing down her thighs and pooling beneath her. She felt raw, exposed, and utterly broken.
Dr. Morvain stood nearby, adjusting his coat with a satisfied smirk. "That wasn't so hard, was it, Mia?" he murmured, his voice thick with mockery. "Alex will get the best care this hospital has to offer. You can rest easy knowing you've done your part."
The taxi driver chuckled, zipping his pants as he leaned against the bed. "She did more than her part, Doc. Best payment I've ever received." His eyes lingered on her body, his grin widening. "Bet she'll be thinking about us tonight."
Mia's hands trembled as she pulled her dress down, covering herself as best as she could. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but she refused to meet their eyes. Her body still ached, the aftermath of being used by both men leaving her sore and dripping with their release.
She pushed herself upright, her legs wobbling beneath her. Her panties were damp and useless, and she clenched her thighs together, trying to keep the evidence from spilling further. She hated the way her body felt—warm, sticky, and tainted. This is over now. It's done. Just focus on Alex.
Dr. Morvain stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at his touch, but he leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "You've done well, Mia. Alex will be fine. But remember... I'll be checking in on you both." His dark eyes gleamed with a promise that made her stomach churn. "Stay close."
Mia swallowed hard, nodding without speaking. Her voice was lost, tangled in the chaos of her emotions—guilt, shame, and the lingering, unwanted arousal that refused to fade.
As Mia stepped back through the curtain, her heart pounded in her chest. Alex lay on the bed, his face pale but peaceful, oblivious to everything that had just transpired. She hesitated, clutching the edge of the curtain as her eyes filled with tears.
He doesn't know. He'll never know.
She forced herself to move, sitting beside him and brushing his hair back gently. Her fingers trembled as she whispered, "I'm here, Alex. I'll always be here."
Alex stirred faintly, his lips twitching into a weak smile. "Mia... you're amazing," he murmured, his voice slurred from the medication.
Her heart ached at his words, guilt crashing over her like a wave. "I'm just... doing what I can," she said softly, her voice breaking. You'd hate me if you knew. You'd never forgive me.
When Alex drifted back into unconsciousness, Mia excused herself to the small, dingy restroom nearby. She locked the door behind her and leaned against the sink, her reflection staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and her hair disheveled. She looked exactly how she felt—used and broken.
Her hands trembled as she splashed cold water on her face, trying to scrub away the evidence of what had happened. She cleaned her thighs as best as she could, wincing at the soreness between her legs. But no amount of scrubbing could erase the feeling of their cum inside her, the humiliation etched into her skin.
This is my fault. I let this happen. But I had no choice... right?
She pressed her hands to her face, her chest tightening with a mix of shame and frustration. "It's over," she whispered to herself. "It's over now. Focus on Alex."
When Mia returned to Alex's bedside, Dr. Morvain stood in the doorway, watching her with a satisfied smirk. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his dark eyes gleaming with predatory delight.
"You're a good fiancée, Mia," he said smoothly, his voice laced with mockery. "Alex is lucky to have someone so... dedicated."
Her stomach twisted at his words, but she refused to respond, focusing instead on adjusting Alex's blanket. She could feel his gaze lingering on her, stripping her bare all over again.
Dr. Morvain turned to leave, his smirk widening as he spoke over his shoulder. "Take care, Mia. I'll see you soon."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Mia alone with Alex. She sat beside him, her head in her hands, her thoughts spiraling. The shame clung to her like a second skin, but beneath it all was a faint, forbidden thrill she couldn't shake. What's wrong with me? Why did I let it get this far?
As Alex stirred again, she pushed her thoughts aside, forcing a smile as she leaned down to kiss his forehead. "I'm here, baby," she whispered. "And I won't let anything happen to you."
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