Message-ID: <20599eli$9903160436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: Dr. Do (NND) g2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36ED80DB.21BE@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- Sex stories and nude photos at: http://www.eroticstories.com Totally Free! Vote for your favorite stories! Read NND! --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in DOCTOR DO _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter One She came alone. She did not know the man. One thing she knew was that he was not a board-certified doctor. But it didn’t matter; he’d promised not to hurt her, and that was enough. She tossed back her hair. It was brown, with streaks of blonde in it from the summer sun. It was autumn now, and she felt unfulfilled. Her boyfriend had left her in August, she had been slow to find another. Not that there was a lack of suitors. She was very pretty. Her face was soft-featured, lovely, with a small snub nose and delicate chin, high cheeks, wide eyes above the cheeks, and red, petulant lips. Most men called her an “ice princess,” to pretty to be taken. Yet tonight she would have her ice thawed, by her own decision. The “doctor” had recommended it as a way of getting over her former boyfriend. She stepped up to the door of a home. It faced out toward the street, with no yard between the brick wall of the house and the lightly-trafficked street beyond the sidewalk. It was an inner-city home, well-kept, in a good neighborhood, thanks to urban renewal, but it was not expensive-looking. Anyone might be living behind its door, from a woman on social security to a... doctor. But not a board-certified doctor. He would have chosen a fancier place. She knocked; once. She gulped as she did it, her narrow throat constricting a little, a bolt of fear suddenly shafting up her spine. She knew this was risky, but he had seemed so nice. “Doctor Do,” he had told her his name was. He was not Oriental, and so she’d laughed, and he’d laughed with her, at the bistro where they’d met, attracting some attention from the other diners. “And do you think I’m supposed to believe that’s your name?” She’d asked him when he and she had both settled back down. “No, Claire,” he’d answered, quite seriously. “I don’t. But it’s the name I’m giving you, and it’s the name you’ll accept, if you wish for me to examine you.” She’d gulped then, hearing that, as she was gulping now, and she’d felt the same shock of sudden, unexpected fear. “But I do not have to be examined if I don’t wish to be?” she’d asked. “If you visit me, it is to be examined, and for no other reason,” he replied. She knocked again. Her hand was gloved in leather and she watched it as it rapped the door. The wind blew behind her. It lifted her skirt, just slightly, enough to show her upper thighs, where her stockings, supported by garters, clutched prettily at her legs. She heard a whistle. Men were across the street, lounging on a porch stoop. Another whistle. Quickly, worriedly, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw one of the men get up off the porch. He stepped into the street. They had been playing, intently, some sort of card game, but now she was spotted, and one of them was coming toward her. Claire lifted her gloved hand to rap the door again, but it suddenly opened. “Oh, Doctor Do!” Claire gasped. “Come in, Claire,” Doctor Do smiled. He waved to the men across the street. Two of them waved back. The third, standing in the street, was forced to retreat as a truck approached. “This is not the best of neighborhoods to walk in,” Doctor Do said apologetically to Claire. He admitted her and shut the door. She stood shivering before him, clearly nervous. “I took a cab. I had it drop me off three doors down and I waited until it left to come to your door,” Claire said. “Very good,” Doctor Do said. “Then no one knows you’re here? Except of course for the ruffians across the street?” “No one,” Claire lied. “My practise is unlicensed, you know,” Doctor Do said. “But if you told a girlfriend, I do not mind.” He smiled. “I-- I did,” Claire admitted. “But I didn’t give her the address.” “Very well,” Doctor Do said. “You can recommend me to her, and give her the address, if you find your treatment is suitable.” “And painless?” Claire asked hopefully. “In all manner of treatments there is usually some pain, but it will not leave you harmed in any way, God willing,” Doctor Do said. “I’d rather hoped you’d be willing to see I wasn’t harmed,” Claire gulped, feeling her spine tingle again. “I’ll do my best,” Doctor Do assured her. “You will not be hurt. However there may be some pain and there will certainly be some discomfort. But I would like to treat your friend also, if she is pretty like you, so of course you must survive the procedure if you are to recommend me, hmmm?” “Yes,” Claire agreed. “Then come downstairs with me,” Doctor Do said. “Everything is prepared.” Together they walked through the Doctor’s modest living room to a door. Doctor Do opened it and Claire, rising a little onto her toes, saw a stairway descending down from it. It was dark, but Doctor Do reached within the doorway and flicked a light switch. Immediately the stairs were illuminated, the glare from overhead neon lamps like that in a hospital, bright, antiseptic. “You first, please,” Doctor Do said, for the stairs were too narrow for them to descend them together, walking side by side. Claire gulped again, and felt another shiver of fear run up her spine. “Can-- can I follow you?” Claire asked. But Doctor Do put his hand to the small of her back, feeling the lovely jacket she wore over her blouse, jacket which matched her short skirt, and pushed her forward. Claire looked down in time to catch the first step and then, swallowing again, her lovely neck taut with fear, she descended the steps. Doctor Do came after her, closing the door to the steps behind him. Claire heard him lock the door and she gulped and shivered again. At the bottom of the stairs, there was another door. Claire tried the knob, very hesitantly, her gloved hand shaking as she touched it, but it was locked. Anxiously she waited for Doctor Do to come down the stairs. He was a big man. His feet were heavy upon the steps. When he reached the bottom he nudged Claire aside and fiddled with a ring of keys. Then he found the one he wanted and he inserted it into the door’s lock, just below the handle, and he reached up and turned the knob. Within this inner room, beyond the second locked door, there was darkness again, until Doctor Do found the light switch and flicked it on. Claire gasped as she saw a medical suite illuminated before her eyes. Then she gulped, like a swan finding its way to a restaurant unexpectedly, and she tried to step back. She bumped into Doctor Do. “What do you think?” Doctor Do asked her. “I-- I had not expected something so elaborate,” Claire said. There was a curtain, like a shower curtain, hanging from a rod behind a table. The table itself was no ordinary table but a real medical examination table, complete with a pillow at one end, a padded surface, and, sticking out almost tauntingly, two long steel poles with stirrups for one lying upon the table to put one’s feet into. Next to the table was a small steel stool. Beyond it was a counter, complete with a stainless steel sink. There were various items of medical equipment laid out neatly on the counter, on a metal tray. Above the exam table, opposite the counter and sink, there was a bag, dangling from an I.V. pole. The floor was tiled, just like a floor in a real hospital exam room would be. Here, in this room, there was no comforting padded carpet, no dimly illuminating lamps, but rather a tiled floor, an exam table, and a bright overhead neon light. “Let’s go in,” Doctor Do said. He took hold of Claire by her arm, and pushed her ahead of himself into the room. He was struck by the slimness of her arm as he pushed her. He felt he could have broken her arm if he wished, just by twisting it. At the same time she was obviously healthy, for she had breasts the size of cantaloupes and bright, flushed cheeks, plus a round bottom that bumped up against his thigh as he pushed her forward. “I- I do not feel ready,” Claire protested, meekly regarding the exam table. “Of course you’re not ready. You must undress first,” Doctor Do told her. He pointed to the curtained section at the back of the room. “Step behind there. You’ll find a hospital gown. Please take off your pretty clothes and put it on.” He bent. He kissed her cheek. Claire flinched and stepped away from him. He let her go; releasing her arm from his grip at the last moment. “Everything?” Claire asked, stepping tentatively toward the curtained-off section, glancing back at him. “No. Of course not,” Doctor Do smiled. He’d lost patients before, even quite willing ones, by demanding they strip to the nude. “Just undress to your bra and panties.” “Oh,” Claire said. She sighed with relief. Then she looked again at the dangling bag, atop the I.V. pole, and the stirrups sticking out from the base of the table. “May I keep my heels and stockings on too?” Claire asked. “Yes, of course,” Doctor Do told her. “And your lipstick and your pretty earrings.” “Uh, thanks,” Claire said. She walked to the back of the room and peeked behind the curtain. She saw the hospital gown waiting for her, folded up on a metal stool like the one sitting next to the exam table. “I’ll just be a minute,” she told Doctor Do. “Of course,” Doctor Do replied. When Claire reappeared, clad in her gown, her bra and panties on underneath it, her stockings gripping her thighs, her heels keeping her feet elevated, just as if she were still fully clothed, and in an office, or a bistro like the one they’d met in, she was fiddling with the strings around her gown’s neck. “How do you tie this thing?” Claire asked. “Here. I’ll do it,” Doctor Do said. He walked over to Claire and she turned, helpfully and most willingly, to let him get at the loose strings she had drawn behind her neck. He looked down. She’d managed to get the strings around her waist tied, but her bottom was so firm and round that it jutted out between the halves of her gown, below where she’d tied it. Doctor Do looked at her panties. They were brief, covering just half her bottom, but with a lacy waistband, which prettily crossed over her asscheeks, leaving the upper half of them exposed while concealing the lower half of her chubby twin mounds. Doctor Do longed to stick his finger in those too-small panties and yank them out, then let them snap back. But he was a Doctor, a professional. Instead he tied Claire’s gown around her neck. “There. That should do it,” Doctor Do told Claire. “Now I want you to walk over to the table and lie down on it.” He watched her proceed, obediently, following his instructions. As she walked there was a tempting wiggle to her bottom. When Claire reached the table she found out it was high; too high for her to mount unassisted. Doctor Do, still with his eyes on her ass, cleared his throat. He hurried over to her and pulled out a step from the side of the table. “Thank you,” Claire said, and put her heeled foot on the step and then hoisted herself up onto the table. She turned as she rose, sitting her bottom on it. Then she looked up at Doctor Do. “Please lie back,” Doctor Do said. “Make yourself comfortable.” “Alright,” Claire said. Awkwardly she lay with her head toward the stirrups. But before she had laid completely down the doctor caught her arm and said, “No. The other way. Put your head on the pillow.” “Oh! Yes,” Claire agreed. She laid down as the doctor wished. She found herself lying on a thin paper covering on the plastic-sheathed table, with her legs dangling down beyond the far end, where the stirrups waited. “Now I must take off your shoes and give your feet a better resting place,” Doctor Do informed Claire. She watched as he walked to the bottom of the table. He reached down and lifted up one of Claire’s stockinged legs. Gently he removed her shoe. Then he placed her foot in the stirrup. Then he picked up a strap, dangling off the stirrup, and buckled it over her foot. “Oh!” Claire said. “So that you do not move unnecessarily, while I perform my examination,” Doctor Do told her. She felt his hands clasp her other foot and remove her other shoe. He lifted her remaining leg and buckled her foot into the other stirrup, so that she found herself, despite her stockings, bra, and panties, lying with her legs apart, her feet bound into the stirrups, and Doctor Do standing between her open legs. “Now I must remove your panties,” Doctor Do said. “Oh, but--!” Claire bit her lip. She watched as the Doctor reached for her. She felt his hands smooth their way under her pantied, anxious bottom cheeks. Then he caught the waistband of her panties with his large fingers and drew them down. Her bush was exposed. Doctor Do pulled her panties to her knees. Then he reached forward again, leaning over the table, and he slipped his hands under her and undid her gown. He undid it at the waist. When it was free of her he folded it up, over her upper body. Claire found herself bare from the tummy down, except for her stockings, and the panties ringing her knees. “I must restrain your arms as well as your legs,” Doctor Do told Claire. He came around to her side. He drew the gown higher, so that Claire shrieked as he pulled it up over her face. Yet she did not move, lying there, breathlessly, as she felt herself completely exposed, except for her bosoms, which remained cupped by her lacy white bra. “Don’t be alarmed,” Doctor Do told her. “I’m simply putting straps across your middle, for your safety.” He did this. Claire felt long rubber straps pulled over her waist, then over her chest above her bosoms. She felt the air pushed out of her lungs as the straps were tightened. Then she listened as Doctor Do buckled the straps. “There,” Doctor Do said. “Oh doctor, I can’t breathe with this gown lying over my face!” Claire said. “Then I’ll remove it completely,” Doctor Do said. He reached under her neck, which trembled when he touched it. He undid the strings he’d tied only minutes before. He pulled the gown off. He folded it and tossed it on the floor. “Doctor, I’m scared,” Claire said. “You’re very pretty too,” Doctor Do told her. He bent and kissed her lips. She could not resist. “Doctor, that’s not professional,” Claire gasped when at last Doctor Do drew his mouth off hers. “I’m not a licensed professional,” Doctor Do reminded her. “Oh, yes. I’d forgotten,” Claire blushed. Doctor Do went to the counter, where the metal tray was. He picked up a knife. Claire flinched, gasped. “I’m going to have to examine your nipples,” Doctor Do told Claire. “Don’t worry. There’s no need to fool with removing your bra. I’ll simply cut away the parts of your bra that are in the way.” “Oh, God!” Claire sighed. She trembled as she watched Doctor Do approach with the knife. It gleamed in the harsh light of the overhead neon lamp. The doctor bent over her. Gently he cupped her breast and massaged it through the silken cup. Then he brought his knife over her tit. Carefully, drawing the lacy cup up a little with his fingers, he began to cut. “Noooo,” Claire protested, but except for an involuntary shiver she lay still, thanks in no small measure to the straps binding her to the table. When Doctor Do was finished Claire’s nipples were visible. They poked up from her torn bra cups like ripe red, slightly swollen thorns. Doctor Do bent and sucked each one lightly. “Yes, they appear to be in perfect health,” Doctor Do told Claire. “Of course, it is often best to do a biopsy on nipples to make perfectly certain of that, but perhaps such a procedure would be unwarranted at the moment.” “Yes!” Claire said, trembling at the word, knowing (a little) what it meant. “You wish me to do a biopsy?” Doctor Do asked her. “No!” Claire said. “I didn’t think so,” Doctor Do told her. He went down to the bottom of the table. He stepped inbetween her trapped feet. He looked at her panties. “I’m afraid these are in the way,” Doctor Do said. “They are so pretty, but I shall have to cut them off. You don’t mind going home without panties, do you?” “N- No, I guess,” Claire said, and felt the elastic of the panties ringing her knees give way as the doctor’s knife sliced through them. They fluttered to the floor. Doctor Do stepped forward. He stepped on her fallen panties, ignoring them now, and peered at Claire’s bush. “Have you ever heard of a procedure known as clitorization?” Doctor Do asked Claire. “No,” Claire said. “It involves surgically removing the clitoris,” Doctor Do said. With his large fingers he pried at Claire’s cunt. “Surgically--?” Claire asked. “Yes,” Doctor Do said. Claire felt a shiver as the man found her nubbin within her cuntlips and brushed it with his fingers. “Doctor-- shouldn’t you be wearing gloves?” Claire asked. “Perhaps,” Doctor Do said. “Hmmm. Your clitoris is quite small. Do you derive pleasure from it?” He brushed his finger over it again. “Y- Yes,” Claire said, and shivered rather violently. “Hmmm,” Doctor Do said. “Well, unless you have religious objections to pleasure, I suppose it should stay, then. Anyway it is so small. Even a devout Arab should not object to its remaining, I suppose.” “Y- Yes,” Claire agreed, not sure what Doctor Do was talking about, but breathing a sigh of relief when he stepped back from her, taking his knife with him. “Now I must give you a pap smear,” Doctor Do told her. “And then, while you are so prettily presented, I’m going to hold a container under you and ask you to empty your bladder into it. Do you feel full?” Doctor Do asked Claire, walking to the counter as he spoke. “N- No,” Claire said. “Then I’ll give you some juice,” Doctor Do said. “With a straw, don’t worry. I have some sealed packets of juice in the refrigerator here. They’re actually laxatives but I suppose they will serve to fill your bladder too. I want you to drink every last drop that I give you.” “But doctor--” Claire protested. “Won’t a laxative make me go to the bathroom?” “Yes, of course,” Doctor Do said. He nodded to the bag dangling from the I.V. pole. “As will that. I’m going to insert a tube up your behind in a little while. I’ll have you turn over first, onto your belly. After you’ve peed into the container. Then I’ll fill you up in back and that, combined with the laxatives you’ve drunk, should enable you to quickly find it in yourself to give me a nice, big stool. There will be some cramping, of course, but that’s unavoidable.” And so the exam proceeded. Doctor Do gave her a pap test. Then he had Claire gave him a urine sample, which Doctor Do tested with urine strips. Claire’s pee was found to be normal. Next Claire was unbound from the straps, and from the stirrups, but only so that Doctor Do could roll her onto her tummy. Then he ordered her to kneel, which she did, presenting her bottom to him, still clad in her stockings, with her nipples poking out of her ripped-open bra. As Claire waited, Doctor Do took down the bag hanging from the I.V. pole and filled it with warm water. Then he re-hung it on the pole, and lubed the end of a tube that was connected to it. “Where-- where are you going to put that?” Claire asked Doctor Do. “Up your bottom, Claire,” Doctor Do told her. “Oh.” Claire said. And that is exactly where it went, much to Claire’s chagrin, for no sooner had the tube been forced up her than Doctor Do removed a clip from the top of the line, and the water, in the bag, began filling her gut. “Oh, Doctor! It’s going into me!” Claire, who’d never had an enema before, exclaimed. “Yes, Claire. I’m filling your intestines with water, plus a special lubricating fluid, already in the bag, which will allow you to poop freely when I ask for a stool from you.” “Oh, doctor! When will that be?” Claire asked. She was beginning to feel frantic as the water continued to flow into her. “Soon, Claire,” Doctor Do assured her. Claire gave a healthy stool when the time came, squatting over a plastic bowl placed on the floor. She still wore her stockings as she did it, and she looked rather unhappy, for Doctor Do had filled her full enough to allow her to experience cramping. “Oh! It hurts!” Claire complained to Doctor Do. “Yes, Claire. Just press on your belly with your hands,” Doctor Do told her. “Keep bearing down. You must get all the fluid out to stop the cramps.” And so Claire, whom Doctor Do had met as a pretty young thing in a city bistro, all made-up and lovely in her office clothes, was now reduced to a squatting, grunting creature on his floor, still lovely, but not in any way a woman would admire. After Doctor Do had tested Claire’s stool, and found it healthy, he put her back up on the examination table, with her legs spread as before, and her body strapped down, and her legs separated and buckled to the stirrups. “Now I’m going to take your temperature, Claire,” Doctor Do told her. He showed her a multi-purpose thermometer. “First we will put it in your mouth, to check your temperature orally. Then, it will be inserted into your vagina, to see if a similar reading of your body’s temperature is obtained. Finally, to be absolutely sure of your body’s temperature, I will push the thermometer into your bottom. I know you just got through giving a stool and you’re probably a little sore back there, but this is absolutely necessary, and cannot be avoided.” “Yes, Doctor,” Claire said, shivering as she spoke, feeling rather empty now that she’d pooped her guts out onto the floor. After Claire’s temperature had been taken, and its readings compared, and all found to be normal, Doctor Do smiled and unzipped his pants. “Now we are not quite finished yet, Claire,” Doctor Do said. “There is yet one more reading that must be taken, of the health of your womb. I shall have to insert myself for this, as there is no equipment as fine for this task as my own. A dildo will not do, for I wish to deposit something in your womb, to see if the proper fertilization response is produced. We will know if it is in a matter of hours, when you give another urine specimen. I’ll give you a cup to take home with you, so you can perform this procedure on yourself. Then you can call me with the results.” “And if they’re... positive?” Claire asked, watching wide-eyed as the doctor produced an enormous cock from within the unzipped halves of his fly. “Don’t worry,” Doctor Do told her. “I’ll also be giving you a pill to take home with you. RU-486. It will abort the pregnancy for you but, nonetheless, the test will have been successful, for we will both then know that you have a young, healthy womb, capable of being impregnated when you wish it to be.” “Yes,” Claire gasped. Hours later, in the privacy of her apartment, Claire performed the urine sample on herself, as Doctor Do had instructed her to. It was positive. She called Doctor Do and told her the results. “Very good,” Doctor Do said. “Now please take the RU-486.” “Oh, but Doctor,” Claire said. “I’m afraid you don’t understand. You said we must check my womb, too see if it’s healthy, and capable of being impregnated when I wish it to be.” “Yes?” Doctor Do asked. “I wish it to be, and it is,” Claire told Doctor Do. “You see, I’ve always wanted to marry a doctor.” THE END ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -----Back issues (and stories): http://www.dejanews.com/ Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen. Change “standard” archive to “complete” archive. Type: roller666@earthlink.net into the “Power Search” box. 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