The Perverted Doctor

Ria was broken. Everything hurt and she couldn’t even go the toilet without screaming in pain. She felt wrecked physically, emotionally and internally. Everyone knew Ria needed help. Clarke wasn’t aware of the full extent of Sunil’s retaliation for Ria’s intercessions with the policeman. But when Clarke found out… and saw the battered and abused Ria collapsed in the bathroom, he demanded Sunil to organise a doctor’s visit.

A doctor turned up at Ria’s bedroom. Sadly, he was used to attending battered prostitutes and tragic rape victims. It was clear to him that Ria had certainly been ‘well used’’. He administered Ria strong painkillers via an injection in her upper arm. Ria wasn’t sure what he was administering, or if it was legal, all she needed was relief from the pain. It totally wiped her out. She literally slipped into a warm and welcoming darkness.

It was as if she was put to sleep… permanently.

The doctor then tended Ria’s wounds.

Being bed bound Ria obviously risked soiling the bed. So, the doctor had the brothel girls pull down Ria’s white cotton underwear. The doctor asked the girls to gently bend Ria’s legs at the knee then draw them back into her chest. He walked to the end of the bed for a closer look at Ria’s sex. He noted her badly bruised anus and abused vagina. He took a tube of antiseptic cream from his pocket then squeezed a dollop on his first finger.

Leaning in so close his nose nearly touched her pussy, the doctor proceeded to massage the cream it into Ria’s sex. He coated Riya tight folds and clit with cream then slipped in finger into her red raw hole. Freshly comatose Ria was unable to react as he played with her sex.

The prostitutes watched the perverted doctor take full advantage of Ria. Yet they said nothing. Like Sunil, they were still angry with her bringing the policeman onsite, risking their livelihood.

They wanted Ria out.

Using a fresh finger, the doctor did the same with Ria’s anus. There was heavy bruising and dried blood from the torn skin. The doctor also noted the slight gape as the sphincter muscle was still yet to regain full strength. He gently massaged in the cream into her battered and bruised anus. Wearing a crude smile, he slipped his finger deep into the channel of the rectum, doing his best to be careful not to further rip the broken skin. Her channel was hot and sore. Ria’s body was burning up as it slipped into recovery.

With Ria’s holes fully creamed, the doctor then covered her groin area with talcum powder, patting down her arse cheeks and bruised inner thighs to help with any leakage. Satisfied with his work he then walked over to his satchel and pulled out an adult diaper. As if Ria was a baby, the doctor fitted adult diaper, fastening it tight.

The whores all giggled and took pictures on their old smartphones.

For the next ten days the doctor made daily visits to Ria and kept her comatose. He fed her through a tube and kept her hydrated with saline drips to allow her body to recover. He lovingly changed her nappies and cleaned her backside of its mess. The whores would often watch and mock the smell. The simple minded women revelled in the stuck up bitch’s downfall.

On the seventh day of Ria’s recovery the doctor administered Ria’s latest painkilling injection, he noticed he was alone with a beautiful naked young woman. The doctor closed the door then stepped back to bed where he pulled back the thin linen sheet, exposing the naked Ria. Despite her cuts and bruises Ria was still a stunning specimen, with long,elegant limbs and a fine chest. She also had the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He loved the fact her large areolas and nipples sat a little higher on her breasts than most women. The perverted doctor undid his fly then began stroking his shaft.

He saw it as payment in lieu.

The doctor mauled with her small brown breasts until their purple nipples were erect. Lust took over and the doctor stooped down and began licking and sucking on Ria’s stiffening nipples. He could taste another’s man’s dried cum from the other night but continued to suck.

Ria’s breathing deepened, and even let out a slight moan that slipped through her lips. He quickened his wanking of his cock.

Breaking free from Ria’s nipple, Clarke then began slapping Ria’s face with his cock until it was rigid. He ran the dark purple head of his cock up and down her lips. He was now in the zone and thought about fucking the sleeping beauty.

But the doctor suddenly heard a noise outside.

It was now or never.

The doctor climbed onto the bed, so he loomed over his sleeping patient. He straddled her shoulders, careful not to entangle himself in her saline drip. Wanking himself like crazy, he felt himself near his orgasmic cliff. The doctor took her chin in his hand and forced opened her mouth with his fingers. He then gently pushed his cock passed her lips which were coated with petroleum jelly to stop them chapping during induced coma.

Already excited his cock throbbed at the feel and warmth of the inside of Ria’s mouth. All Ria could do was lay there and take it. She was powerless to stop as she was unaware of what was happening. The doctor slowly slid his cock in and out of her mouth. He then shoved it hard into the back of her throat… and exploded.

The doctor closed his eyes as gave a low shuddering growl as he felt himself erupt and unload, pumping his load of cum into the unknowing young woman. He kept his eyes shut while he enjoyed the sensation of losing his seed into such a beautiful woman.

He finally let out a sigh as he drained himself dry. Eyes finally open the doctor pulled his cock free, seeing the sordid white pool he left in Ria’s mouth.

The doctor climbed off the bed. He then took a wet wipe from a box on the bedside cabinet. As he began polishing his cock clean Ria began to choke. However, he didn’t seem overly concerned and continued to clean his cock before tucking himself back in

Ria began to really struggle, choking on the thick wad of cum that blocked her airways.. She began to convulse and fit. The doctor leaned over and coolly massaged Ria’s larynx and allowed her to swallow his seed.

Finally Ria slipped back into a peaceful coma, the doctor left the room.

For the next week the doctor continued to enjoy his visits to his favourite patient and thought about keeping Ria in the induced coma for a few more weeks. But Clarke kept calling for updates. Anyway, there enough patients back in his clinic to play with. So, the doctor eventually brought back to consciousness.

Ria came too. She awoke from vivid dreams to reality that felt more like a nightmare. Her mouth tasted of foul semen and bed sheets filthy with sweat and god knows what. Her orifices felt violated and it brought back terrible memories of her night of rape. Ria began to sob.

But unfortunately for Ria life continued.

Ria didn’t ask the doctor whose semen she could taste.

~

Finally, out of bed Ria walked the hall feeling dehydrated and groggy beyond a hangover. She felt confused and suffered bouts of dizziness. In the kitchen she drank a pint of water, then a second which brought back terrible memories of her cruel water torture.

Ria needed to shower but as she turned to leave, she saw Nushrat and a few of the other girls. They were laughing and cooing like a baby, pointing towards Ria. She didn’t know why but then glanced down and saw she was wearing a diaper. “What the fuck? How did I not notice.”

“Baby Ria. Pooping and peeing like the child she is.”

“But…”

One of the girls laughed with glee. “You pooed yourself. We saw the doctor changing your smelly bottom.”

“When?”

“Many times.” Nushrat smiled. “You were asleep for ten days.”

“Ten days? Whatever.”

Nushrat showed Ria the screen on her smartphone. “See.”

Ria read the date and saw the Nushrat was being honest. “How did that happen?”

“The doctor put you in a coma while your body recovered. Sunil has told us that you have now paid off your debt and we should now forgive you for risking the future of the brothel. You are now are equal.”

“Equal?” Ria had once been accused of looking down on the prostitutes but was now supposed to be thankful for gaining the same status. She broke into tears and quickly rushed back to bedroom to change and shower.

~

Ria brushed her teeth until her gums bled yet was convinced, she could still taste cum. She then cried in the shower. All though the pain had largely receded, it was the mental scars of the gangbang that ran deep. All she could think about was cocks. Sucking and fucking them. Taking them in the ass again and again. She could still hear the grunts and the laughs. Feel the slaps and jabs, their derogatory words.

It was as if she was still being raped by Raj and the rest.

But it was the shame of her climaxes that hurt her. The fact that she had cum, cum hard … in the beginning anyway. After the third of forth man the night became a sordid blur.

Back in the bedroom Ria cleaned her room. Her filthy rucksack was a further a reminder of how she ended up in this predicament. Ria took the bed sheets down to the washroom where a few weeks before she was forced to drink urine and then pissed on. It was as if every room and item in this hell hole contained a dark secret or a nightmare.

After washing the bed linen, Ria went outside to put the sheets out to dry. There was washing line hung in the courtyard between two neem trees. The weather was perfect for drying clothes, sunny with a stiff breeze. As Ria hung the sheets and clothes she wondered where Clarke was. If Nushrat was right, and Ria had been comatose for ten days, then it meant Ria was past the halfway mark of her sordid contract. In some sense the fact she was still alive was quite achievement.

But where was Clarke? Wherever he was he must have been up to no good.

Ria tried to put Clarke out her mind and think of home, she sat under the tree and enjoyed the breeze in the shade. But no matter how hard Ria tried to think of Dan, nightmares of Clarke, Raj and her other abuses kept seeping into her mind. Ria was polluted. Ria then worried about diseases.

An SUV drove through the gates throwing up a large dust cloud to rise into the air. Ria jumped up and saved her clean sheets. The SUV pulled up outside the accommodation black and out stepped Clarke, and Sunil who was had been driving. A group of girls came out to meet them, then began unpacking the luggage. From the amount of luggage Ria believed Clarke had been travelling during her missing week.

Clarke spotted Ria. He waved at her before approaching with a smile. “Good afternoon, Ria.”

“Hello.”

“Good to see you up and about. How are, you?”

Ria sounded dismissive. “Alive, just.”

“I believe you had it bad last week. Again, I was unaware that you went downstairs to sell yourself to the policeman. Your sneakiness ended up costing you dearly.”

“It was a mistake which I paid a heavy price for.”

Clarke had watched the video of Ria being abused again and again. Within seconds his cock was erect. “Yes, you did.”

“Raj was my fault. I admit that. But who gave the order for the others to abuse me for free? The whole room had a go. That was evil of you.”

“I believe that was Suni’s order.”

Ria spat. “The bastard. I should kill him for that.”

“You did bring a policeman into the brothel. I warned you that was a very bad idea."

“I had never had anal sex before and about half a dozen men had a go. My bottom is still not right.” Ria could see Clarke resisting a smile. She decided to change the conversation. “Where have you been?”

“Why? Have you missed me?” He sniggered as Ria looked away. “The UK. I had to return to the UK on urgent business.” A smile crossed Clarke’s face as recalled watching Ria’s mother being nailed over a desk. That big glorious brown ass being rammed by a notorious porn star.

“Glad to see you were so concerned with my wellbeing. Swanning off while I was left in a coma while you went off making money to fund further manipulation of vulnerable young women."

“We can catch up tonight if you fancy it.”

“If I fancy it? The man who let me be raped.” Ria scoffed. “How deluded are you?”

“You got yourself into that mess with the policeman. Went behind everyone’s back and put us all in danger. You left Sunil with little choice. Out of respect to himself and the girls, Sunil had to discipline you.”

“Discipline me? I was gang raped.”

“I admit, he has a certain style that for some can be difficult to stomach.”

“And you let me be gang raped?” Ria spat. “After than how can you call yourself a man?” She crossed her arms across her chest. “A real man would have stepped in and stopped it.”

“I was back at the hotel, keeping a low profile because you decided to involve the police. If you remember, I wanted to bring you with me, but you refused to come out of your room claiming you were sick. But obviously you wanted spend the night with Raj the rapist.”

“Weak. You’re weak.”

“Being found in a questionable brothel would tarnish my image, and to be honest, a rich white man in an Indian jail… I would be fresh meat.” Clarke raised his voice. ”As weak as I might have been, it was your fuck up. And all the calamity that came after was a result of your lies, your scheming, and the betrayal of your host and fellow women.”

“Dan wouldn’t have left me in such a situation.”

“Dan!” Clarke took exception at that. “Let me tell you about Dan. First, he is not the man you think he is.”

“Dan is the only gentleman I know.”

“I suppose there was never a good time to let you know about it.” Clarke pulled out his smartphone and swiped the screen a few times. He then opened a video file before passing the phone to Ria. “I had someone follow Mr. Perfect for a week and sure enough, just as I expected, Dan soon had another woman in his arms.”

Ria watched the HD video of Dan dancing and cavorting with a black woman. Ria recognised Dan and the location as his favourite haunt a mile from where they lived. But she also recognised Grace Boateng. “That’s Grace… Grace my assistant.”

Clarke could see the expression of pure and utter devastation strewn across Ria’s face. “You can’t trust anyone but me. Fulfil my sexual needs and I will give you everything you need to begin a new life.”

Ria didn’t react to Clarke as she continued to watch the video. Her heart painfully breaking with every act of betrayal. She watched Dan’s cheating, as he kissed Grace while grinding together on the dancefloor. Tears rolled down Ria’s cheeks while she watched Grace lead Dan to a door which Ria knew led to the hotel bedrooms.

After recent events, Ria didn’t think life could get worse, but Dan’s betrayal proved it could.

Ria burst into tears and climbed off the grass. She then collected her fresh linen from the line, before running tearfully to the accommodation block.

Clarke called after Ria. “All you have to do is seduce me, and life will begin to get a whole lot better.”

Ria didn’t answer.

~

Ria cried her heartache into her pillow like a heartbroken teen who lost her first love. It was all she seemed to do these days. Her life falling apart at the seams and she never felt so alone. She had fell in love with Dan because she felt she could trust him. Married him because he had proved Ria was right to trust him. Yes, Dan had pissed Ria off down the years, pushed at the boundaries of marital rules. But he never broke them. Never betrayed her. But the moment he was home alone for a few weeks… he fucked another woman. A colleague, a friend, her protégé.

It could only have been worse if Dan had fucked her mother.

As far as Ria was concerned her marriage was now over. Yes, Dan didn’t ask to be separated from her for a month, but as a grown adult Dan should be able to be trusted to behave. Even if somehow Clarke had pressured or coerced him. Dan crossed the line.

But how was Ria going to turn the tide?

Ria tried to escape, and it failed with horrific consequences. Maybe it was time to persevere and carry out what was being asked of her? She had signed up for it. So, Ria stopped crying and decided from today onwards there was going to be no more tears. She was going to be a big girl. She was going to be a woman. A confident sexy woman who Clarke was going to respect.

That evening Ria shaved her legs and pussy then covered any remaining bruises on her body with foundation. In front of mirror Ria then applied eye liner and mascara. Straightened her black glossy hair and painted her lips plum.

Dressed in a dark purple mini dress with heeled sandals, Ria walked up to Sunil’s office where she knew Clarke and Sunil watching the England v India test match. In her clutch bag she had a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms. She knocked on the door and waited. On the other side of the door she could hear a woman groaning. She was about to turn and leave, but the more she listened the more the woman’s lustful moans sounded a rather familiar. As if she knew the woman.

Suddenly the noise stopped, and the sound of the sport commentator came on the TV. The door opened and it was Sunil. “Oh, it’s you.”

“I was looking for Clarke.”

“He’s here.” Sunil looked flustered and there was sweat on his brow. Ria believed she had caught him doing something he shouldn’t. Sunil took a deep breath and added. “Clarke was just showing me a video during the afternoon break in the cricket.”

“It sounded like a dirty video.” Seeing Sunil, a man Ria feared, look so awkward filled Ria with an unexpected confidence. “Were you… watching porn together?”

Clarke stepped up behind Sunil. He too, looked flustered. “Ria. Hi.”

“Hi.”

“We don’t wank each other off, if that’s what you’re thinking.” As Clarke placed his hand on Sunil’s shoulder, he saw the grimace on his friend’s face. “It’s OK, Sunil, I wank with my right-hand.”

Ria giggled. She then posed like a naughty schoolgirl, pulling at her painted lip with her fingernail. “Clarke, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me.”

“I’m busy this evening.”

“You were watching porn, Clarke.”

“I know. But it was a mature Indian woman on the infamous backroom casting couch.”

Ria sounded unimpressed. “Great.”

“She looks like an older version of you. Just a bit chubbier.”

Ria now sounded agitated. She felt offended. “You can have the real bloody thing, tonight.”

“Sorry to sound rude, but I’d rather watch the cricket. It’s the final test. “

“Clarke.”

“What?”

“Fuck you.” Ria turned on her heels and stormed off.

“Tomorrow is good for me. And I’ll text you this evening with my wants and needs.”

Ria shouted over her shoulder as she continued to walk away. “The only needs you want apparently is for Sunil to wank you off.”

Sunil muttered. “She has a dirty mouth.”

“Just like her mother.”

Sunil turned to walk back into the office. “Yeah, let’s get back to that sexy fatty.”

~

That night Clarke knocked on Ria’s door. She was up in bed reading a battered old Agatha Christie book she picked up in the brothel's waiting room. “Before you tell me to fuck off again, I’m sorry.” Ria didn’t answer. She was in a mood. “I suppose you don’t care, but England lost.”

“Good. Hope you cried.”

Clarke liked it that Ria was moody. It showed him that the fact she was frustrated that he turned her down for cricket and porn. He asked, “You like Agatha Christie?”

“Not really.”

“No. Neither do I.”

Ria closed the book and tossed it on the bed. “It’s even worse when there’s pages glued together with what I can only guess is a mix of lube and cum.”

“Occupational hazard, I suppose.”

“If you follow these rules tomorrow. Then we can start to get on better. The more effort you put it, the kinder I’ll be and the more I will give you in return. The possibilities for the both of us is endless. “

“It sounds like a great opportunity for me.” Ria’s bitchy sarcasm was cutting. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to indulge in race play. I want you to be my little Indian girl.“

“Do you want me to open a corner shop or something?”

Clarke sniggered. He liked Ria’s attitude as it was setting her up for another sexual fall. “Tell me, Ria. Why do you hate being called Indian so much?”

“Because I’m British Sri Lankan. The fact people call me Indian is just people being ignorant."

“I may be wrong. But is it to do with negative stereotypes? Tell me about those.”

“The annoying accent. That people think they smell of spicy food. And if they’re not cooking, they’re either eating or having loads of children."

“Right. Tomorrow, I’m going to go on a date with you. I want you to be submissive while I indulge in race play.”

Ria sighed while her eyes rolled backwards. “Sounds sexy.”

“You will do it, or as the contract states, there will be a price to pay. It’s just going to end with you bring buggered or licking your own pussy again.”

“I’ll do it… I’ve learned my lesson.”

Clarke sounded confident. “Good. You’re going to be submissive. But I’m going to make you cum like you’ve never cum before… all you’ve got to do is trust me.”

"Trust has to be earned." There was a pause before Ria added. "Well, it’s a bit better than being pissed on and buggered.”

“Good.” Clarke rearranged his cock in his slacks. “ So, I’ll leave you alone to create an Indian stereotype for yourself.”

As Clarke left Ria reading her cum stained Agatha Christie novel, he walked down the corridor whistling happily.

Clarke had watched the video of Ria during her gangbang, and believed that a lot of the shame Ria felt was related to the climaxes. Yes, one or two might have been an act, and there was no question the night got way, way out of hand. But several of Ria’s organisms were carnal, natural, came from deep within.

No matter how much Ria may try to deflect or deny it, Clarke knew Ria got highly aroused by being dominated and humiliated, and he was going to enlighten her to a new darker world.

Clarke was confident that Ria would come to enjoy and sexually thrive in his dark and sordid world.