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He made me do it again. And again. And again. They started to inject me with adrenaline, fill my lungs with that gas, then toss me into a room with a man. And I'd black out, wake up, covered in blood again. I cried again after the first few. But soon, I adapted. Like he always told me. Adapt to survive. I numbed myself to it. Learned to expect it and get it over with as quickly as possible. Easterman couldn't have been happier. He praised me, showered me with affection and gifts. New decorations for my room, cassettes for my radio, paints, etc. Today, he said I had a doctor's appointment. I was clearly hesitant about the idea. Cowering on my bed as he leaned down to speak to me.
"Don't worry. Daddy's your doctor. No one else will get to touch you." That signature smile plastered on his face. I relaxed a bit at the idea. Taking the hand that he'd extended to me. Pulling me up and out of the room. I followed close behind. His dress shoes clacked and echoed around us. Eyeing the guards as we passed them. We approached a bright yellow door. A stark contrast from the rest of the dull hospital-like facility. He opened the door and motioned for me to enter. It was a wide room; the walls painted in colorful, captivating swirls and dots. In the center was an examination table and a cart, the tools covered by a sheet so I couldn't quite see what all was there. That didn't ease my nerves one bit. I chewed on my lip.
"Up on the table, go on." He coaxed, placing a hand on my back to keep me from stepping away. I tried to calm myself. It's just like the doctors. It's a checkup. It's just him, it's daddy. I trust him. I pushed myself up on the table, my legs swinging. He didn't look at me as he slid on a pair of black gloves, the latex snapping around his wrist. He tore the sheet off, revealing a plethora of tools I didn't quite recognize. He pressed a few buttons on a small box recorder and started to speak. Saying my name, subject number, the time and date. Then he faced me, looking deep into my eyes with an excitement I'd seen many times before. A sick twisted excitement at my discomfort. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the nerves and anxiety. He started off normal, examining my eyes and ears and heartbeat. It brought my guard down; this wasn't so bad. But I was quickly humbled.
"Alright, be a good girl now. Open." He hands came up and grabbed my jaw. Gently but firmly prying my mouth open. He stuck a flashlight around, pulling back my lips to look over my teeth. When he spoke, he faced me but was really talking to his little device.
"Very nice teeth, canines could be a little sharper, I'll talk to louis about modifications." I furrowed my brows. But he kept going. Setting down the flashlight and suddenly sticking his fingers into my mouth. Pressing down on my tongue before shoving them back into my throat. I gagged, earning a satisfied hum from him.
"Still has her gag reflex, that's good."
His fingers retreated. Hands raking over my jaw and neck. Down to my arms and wrists. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist with too much ease. A disappointed sound rising in his throat.
"She's getting skinnier. We should start on a strict diet. You'll need to be nice and strong to be a soldier darling." His hand released me. I tried to hide the shame that started to bloom in me. Did he think I was getting uglier? That's the last thing I wanted. For daddy to be repulsed by me.
"Take off your shirt." My breath caught. I thought I'd heard him wrong at first. But he lifted his eyebrows, impatient. So I hurried to pull it off. Even if it meant being completely exposed to the cold air and him, part of me deep down was excited. My body buzzing as I looked up at him, waiting for his reaction. He let out a long, calculated breath, hot and heavy. His hands moved to cup my breasts. Making me press my legs together to control myself. Now he seemed pleased. Holding my warm plump flesh in his large hands. Even if my ribs poked out through my skin, and my body lacked any of tan color I had when I was younger, he stared down with hunger.
"Perfect. Fully developed. Responsive." He spoke quieter staring at my body. Like he didn't want to pull away just yet. He kneaded, thumbs brushing over the peaks of my nipples. I arched into his touch. Bracing my hands behind me on the table. Giving him more access to me. That warm feeling returning to my stomach, and lower. My head lolled back. And he let out a breathy laugh. "Someone's enjoying herself."
I bit back a whine when he finally let go.
"Lay back." He ordered again. And I did. Staring up at the painted ceiling. He pushed my legs up onto the stirrups. Pulling my pants down with practiced ease before spreading me wide. I felt my cheeks burn as the cold air hit my now fully naked body. I could've sworn I heard him groan as he took in the sight of me. Laid out before him. At his mercy. I was embarrassed by how wet I'd gotten. I could feel it, sticky and warm between my lips.
"What do we have here? Do you like when I touch you? Do you like when doctor daddy looks at your pretty body?" His gloved hands slid over my stomach and inner thighs. Studying my skin and the scars. Purposefully voiding the place I wanted them most. I whimpered and nodded. My nails digging into the cushion of the table. He smiled down at me. Like a wolf about to devour his prey. But he quickly turned back to his stupid machine.
"She's reacting just as expected. A needy, desperate mess. I'd be surprised if we even needed to medicate her for trials. At this rate...her training is going even better than anticipated." I whined again. He turned back to me and pulled his gloves on tighter. Hand lowering to where I wanted him most. I almost jumped when his fingers brushed over my folds. Gathering the wetness around them. He hummed his approval. Circling over my clit, tearing a soft moan out of me.
"Shh, don't mess up my recording." He huffed. Slowing his movements. He didn't look up at me once; his eyes focused solely on my pussy before him. His mouth hung open, eyes transfixed. He kept his movements light, up and down and around. Like he was memorizing every inch, every movement that made me writhe. Then gently he pushed one finger inside me. I moaned again. My body burning for him.
"What did I say?" He grunted. I clasped a hand over my mouth immediately. The last thing I wanted was to make him mad. The last thing I wanted was for any of this to stop. I closed my eyes. Moving my hips against his hand. His finger curled and moved in and out. He tried another. There was more resistance than the first. But it still slid right in.
"Ah, she must be a virgin, far too tight to have been ruined yet. That's good news." He groaned. That was the first time I'd had a good reaction to me not being experienced. Like it brought him sick pleasure to know he was the first to touch me like this. To open me up. Most people made me feel bad about it. Especially being from Cali, where all my friends wore their "maturity" like a badge of honor. But deep down felt used and disgusting all the same.
"She'll need more training." Easterman added. "In more ways than one."
I wasn't listening much anymore. I wanted more. I wanted him. I moved my hips incessantly. His fingers pumped in and out, spreading every once in a while, to really stretch me. Feeling my insides. Like he was mapping me out. I could feel the heat inside me building up. My pussy gripping his fingers tighter. I was so wet I could hear the sticky sound of every thrust.
"Oh baby, are you close already? Just from your examination?" The condescension wasn't lost on me. I looked desperate and he was enjoying my humiliation. But I couldn't even care. His voice, his movements, it all was only bringing me closer. I let go of my mouth.
"Please~" I moaned.
"Use your big girl words."
"Please daddy, please, can I?" He curled them up again, other hand circling my clit again, and I practically squealed. Feeling the familiar sensation come to a peak. Settling like hot coals in my core. I threw my head back, my body convulsing as I came all over his hand. He slowed for a moment to let me ride every last wave. Then retracted his gloved fingers. Holding them up to the light, then looking back down at my messy pussy.
"Incredible." He tossed the gloves and ran a hand up my thigh and down to my butt. Gripping it hard.
"My god, you're like a needy little rabbit. I'm going to have so much fun with you." He turned back to his recording, disregarding me, and went back to his detached self. Leaving me to sit up and shield myself. Looking around for something to clean up with.
He groaned. "The examination was successful. She's in perfect condition."