Possessive Medical Play
Possessive Medical Play
Tira never imagined her routine checkup would evolve into a lifelong obsession with medical play. She sat on the crinkly exam paper; her heavy, pale globes straining against the fabric of her thin blouse. Dr. Hades Kissinger entered, his gaze cutting through her like a scalpel.
“Your heart is racing, Tira,” he said.
“It’s just the nerves,” she replied.
“I like them,” he whispered, his fingers lingering on her wrist.
The weeks following were a blur of velvet dinners and hushed promises. He bought her lilies; he traced the hourglass curve of her hips with a reverence that felt like worship. Tira felt seen, anchored by his intensity. Then, Hades saw her. He watched from the shadows of a cafe as she laughed, her hand brushing the forearm of a male colleague.
The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a void.
Tira woke up strapped to a cold, tilted steel table. Crimson walls bled into the dim light, and the air reeked of sterile chemicals and latex. Hades stood over her, stripped to a black apron, holding a speculum.
“You forgot who owns every inch of you,” he sneered.
“Hades, please! Let me go!”
“I am the only one who touches you now. This is where we practice my favorite kind of medical play.”
He ripped her clothes away, exposing her large breasts to the chill. He pinched her hard nipples with metal clamps, pulling them taut until she shrieked. He didn’t stop. He slid the cold steel speculum into her pussy, stretching her wide, exposing the deep pink of her insides.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “So open for me.”
He freed his cock, a thick, throbbing vein-mapped rod that leaked a bead of pre-cum. He didn’t use lubricant; he used the flood of her own fear and arousal. He slammed into her ass with raw force, the impact of his pelvis slapping against her with a wet thud.
Squelching sounds and moans filled the room as he hammered into her, his cock sliding through the abundance of her juices. Tira’s head thrashed against the table, her short blonde hair splayed like a halo.
“Tell me you’re mine!” he commanded, gripping her throat.
“I’m yours! Only yours!”
The medical play intensified as he applied electrodes to her thighs, sending sharp sparks of pleasure-pain through her nerves. He shifted his angle, driving deeper, his balls slapping rhythmically against her skin. Her pussy open to the cold air as his dick drove into her ass. He felt her walls tighten, pulsing around him in a desperate grip.
He let out a guttural growl, his thrusts becoming frantic. He pulled out abruptly, the vacuum of her tight orifice creating a loud, wet pop. He groaned, his seed erupting in thick, white ropes across her stomach and breasts, the heat of it contrasting with the sterile cold of the room.
Tira lay panting, her body trembling in the aftershocks. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a terrifying kind of love.
“Again,” she whispered.
Hades smiled, the dark side of his soul finally basking in the light. He reached for a syringe, ready to begin another round of his twisted medical play. If you want more of her, download her private sext sessions here.