[NSFW] Dr Lardy is In, and Eddy's Unfair Cop

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  1. Aletessa New Member

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    Two misadventures of mine that I wrote, one as a birthday present, one as a thankyou for a favour.

    Both are very nonconsensual.
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    DR LARDY IS IN

    Dr Lardy looked at the monitor screen showing the waiting room. The girl he was to see next was lost in her own world, scribbling something doubtless inane on a pad on her knee. He pressed the button signalling the receptionist to offer her some water. Some special water. He waited for a few minutes for the drug to hit her system, then indicated that he was ready for his next patient.

    "Good afternoon, Tessa." She looked a bit unsteady, which was all to the good. "And what can I help you with today."
    "It just m-made the appointment for a checkup," Tessa replied, "but I've come over a b-bit weird just now."
    "Well, this is the best place for that happen, I suppose. Do take a seat."

    She sat in the proffered chair, looking rather glad to be back off her feet.

    "Why don't we start with blood pressure," he said. "Just lay your arm along the chair arm for me." As she did, he pictured tying her like that, but it was too early yet to try that. Instead, he wrapped the blood pressure cuff round her upper arm, contenting himself with the word, and took her pressure; a little higher than usual, but not enough to be cause for concern.

    He followed by listening to her breathing, moving the stethoscope around a lot, claiming he could hear a faint wheeze; he ran the chest-piece briefly down Tessa's breast, but had removed it before she could articulate any protest. Next was her pulse; then he had her step onto the scale, pleased at how standing up seemed to make her dizzy.

    After that it was questions, asking Tessa about the turn she had taken, making her dwell on the symptoms, phrasing his questions so as to confuse her. Finally he decided it was time to take he plunge: he diagnosed a vitamin deficiency, and suggested an injection he could administer right now that could help. She nodded and pulled up her sleeve, but instead he pulled down the neckline of her top.

    "Hey, w-what are you doing?" He'd expected her to object, and his response was practiced.
    "This is nearer your major blood vessels here. It'll work faster and make you feel better." Complete rubbish of course, but by now she wasn't confident enough to challenge him on it.
    "Um. I don't-" Or maybe she was, just.
    "It's all right. I've done this many times."
    The girl subsided, seemingly just wanting to just get it over with, and he injected his serum just above her right breast.

    To give the allergen time to take effect, he returned to questions about her general health, before suddenly asking if she was feeling better.
    "N-n-no. I don't..."
    "You don't look very coordinated, even sitting down. Perhaps we should test some of your body's reflexes." He took the seat next to her.
    "Erm, ok, erm. Could I h-have some w-water?"
    "Not a good idea right now." Dr Lardy tapped Tessa's leg just below the knee, a standard test, that produced the expected result.

    Then as she looked blearily down, he took his next plunge, gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her bodily across his lap. This seemed to clear her mind somewhat, and she tried to squirm free. He used her movement to cinch her top up, exposing her bra... beneath which the allergen had done its work, causing her breasts to swell and redden. With his other hand, he slid her leggings down past her bottom. At this, Tessa began to struggle in earnest and scream for help; but her coordination was too far gone for her to get out of his grip on her, and his office was soundproofed. And thanks to the drug his receptionist had given her, she tired out quickly.

    "Another test of reflexes," he said, raising his hand and spanking her. With his other, he kneaded the helpless girl's breasts, his touch on her tender skin making her mewl softly. For the next half-hour, he kept it up, amusing himself with Tessa's body. At one end, he spanked her, periodically slipping his hand between her thighs to finger her clit and lips. At the other, he freed her swollen breasts from her bra, cupping and squeezing them, sometimes pinching her nipples, sometimes caressing her soft throat. He poked and slapped and tickled, but nothing that would mark her or leave traces.

    Finally, once the drug would be beginning to near the end of its effect, he lowered Tessa to the floor beside her chair, and rearranged her clothes to how they had been. Crouching down beside her, he tapped her face, making her stir. "Are you all right?" he asked, in a concerned tone.
    "What?"
    "You fainted. When you came in, you said you'd been feeling ill, remember?"
    "Bit, um, a blur."
    "I'm not surprised."

    He helped Tessa to her feet. Once upright, the girl couldn't fail to notice the lingering sensations in her body, the stinging of her behind or the tender swelling in her breasts. He saw her trying to think, to put her feelings together with something in her memory to explain them, and spoke over her. "You hit yourself quite badly going down. I'm sorry I was too far away to catch you. You've been overdoing it lately. You need to look after yourself better. Your blood pressure's a little high, and I think you should take some vitamin supplements for the next few weeks." His easy authority overwhelmed her, and she nodded.

    He wrote Tessa out a perscription, and she left, hugging herself. Unsure what had happened, but unwilling to assert her doubts; it was good to be trusted with someone's body. Through the window, he watched her head down the street. The swelling in her breasts would die down in a day or so, and she'd have nothing to show for her questions. Dr Lardy sat back down at his desk, and checked the monitor for his next patient.
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    EDDY'S UNFAIR COP

    Eddy heard a faint noise from the main office and frowned; this time of night, no one should be here but him. He crept quietly along the corridor to a narrow window few of the staff had ever noticed, and looked in. Was that... Tessa, one of the new girls in the temp pool. She should have gone home ages ago, why was she here? It looked like she was searching her supervisor's desk, and sure enough she came up with a bunch of keys. Prize in hand, she came towards to the door to the hallway where Eddy was waiting. Grab her now, or wait to find out what she was doing?

    He crept round back to the corner, thanking for once the long nights he'd spent here on security; he knew how to move around the place quietly, while at the same time tracking Tessa even over the carpets by the small creaks of floor under her feet. She went into the manager's office, and Eddy heard the computer booting up. Some time passed before it powered back down and Tessa reemerged. She returned to the main office, and Eddy followed her silently down the hallway; as she reentered, he passed through the door behind her and stood still, waiting.

    Tessa replaced the key in the desk drawer, turned to leave, then let out a small scream at the sight of him. "Er, th-this isn't what it looks-"
    "Shut up," he said, cutting off her stammering. "I've been watching you at it for a quarter of an hour. I know exactly what it looks like and what it is."
    "I'm-"
    "Get up against the wall." Eddy gave her no time to comply, shoving her against the wall by one hand planted over her breast.
    "Hey!"
    "Hey nothing," he said. "You don't get to have outrage, you're the burglar."

    Holding Tessa in place, Eddy searched her. The girl had occasionally bragged about her tolerance for the cold, and Eddy was glad of it now for the thin clothes she was wearing as he ran his hands over every part of her body. He found her phone quickly enough, and a thumb drive; but he kept frisking her, more for the sake of her obvious discomfort than in the hope of finding anything else. A few times she tried to move, but he pushed her back against the wall each time.

    He held the drive up in front of her eyes. "What is this?"
    "Files," she said. "They told me to copy them."
    And who might 'they' be, huh? "Who told you?"
    "Please, let go of me and I'll tell you."
    Eddy pressed her tighter against the wall, for a moment, then released her. "Go on, then."

    Tessa took a few deep breaths, and told Eddy how she'd been approached; they'd offered her money, laced with threats of what would happen if she refused, and given her the drive to copy the files from the manager's computer. No she couldn't prove it. No she didn't know who they were. No she didn't know where to find them, they'd said they would come looking for her. Yes that was the truth, or else she would have come clean and asked for help. Eddy watched her as she answered his questions; his instinct told him she was telling the truth, and was only here because she was scared. But scared was good: scared was something he could use to have some fun of his own with her.

    "Take off your clothes," he told her.
    "What? No!"
    "Do want to finish the night up in a police cell? No? Then you've got to convince me."
    "What do my clothes have to do with that?"
    "If you have anything else to tell me, then tell me it instead. Otherwise, your clothes. Off. Now."

    Tessa stared at him for a few seconds, as if gauging whether he meant it. Then she reluctantly pulled her sweater over her head, holding it bunched in front her as if it could still shield her from his view. Eddy stared her down; she looked away from him, then dropped the sweater and unfastened her trousers, awkwardly sliding them down till they were round her ankles. "Off!" he repeated sharply. She pulled her shoes off, and stepped out of her trousers, leaving her naked but for her underwear.

    Eager to see what else he could make her do, Eddy unzipped his own fly, freeing his hardening cock. "Suck me off," he ordered.
    "No," she said.
    "Then we call the police?"
    "No..."
    "Then do what I tell you. And you want me to swallow your story, you'd better swallow too."

    Tessa screwed her eyes shut and balled her fists, but surrendered, dropping to her knees in front of him. She hesitated, then closed her mouth over his cock; she hesitated again, and Eddy wondered for a moment whether he'd miscalculated and she was about to bite him. But instead she began to suckle at his cock with her lips. Eddy hadn't anticipated her being terrible at this; but terrible she was, it was like she was trying to drink from a bottle.

    He let it go on for a few minutes before deciding it would take forever for him to come if he left it to her. "Just keep still," he told her wrapping his hands in her hair. Holding her head still, he began to pump in and out, fucking her mouth. Her lips couldn't keep up with his movement; but for the soft warmth of her flesh, she might as well have been a blowup doll. But even so, before too long he felt himself shudder, before spurting his load into her mouth. As he'd ordered, she swallowed it all.

    Tessa stayed on her knees as Eddy pulled out of her, breathing raggedly like she was trying not to be sick. "That was rubbish, girl," he said.
    "Go fuck yourself."
    "I just had to, more or less."

    Tessa didn't reply; she reached for her clothes, but Eddy bent down and caught her wrists, pulling her up sharply. "Oh no, not yet," he told her. "You weren't very convincing at all just now. You've still got a ways to go before I believe you."
    "Go to hell."
    "You're the one who should be worried about where you'll be going."
    "I could scream."
    "You'd have done that if you thought it would do any good. There's no one to hear you."
    "Please, just let me go..." Fear overtaking her anger again; good.

    "Lose the underwear," Eddy said.
    "No..."
    "Do it!"
    "Fine, call the cops. I'll tell them what you did to me."
    "And you think they'll believe you? I can show them what you did, just before you tried to seduce me to worm your way out of it."
    Tessa's brief defiance faded again. That was the beauty of a temp; so used to being under control, it was easy to put her back there.
    "So lose the underwear," he said. "I won't ask again."

    Tessa slowly removed her bra and panties. No sooner was she naked than Eddy pounced on her, bearing her to the floor and straddling her thighs. Instinctively, she clawed at him, but he caught hold of her hands in his, and forced them down onto her breasts. For a couple of minutes he stayed still, letting her see how futile her struggles were. Then he moved her hands over her body, making her feel herself: breasts, belly, up to her throat, down to her pussy; he forced a couple of her fingers into her.

    "Don't," she said.
    "We've been through all this."
    "I'm..."
    Eddy pulled Tessa's fingers out of her. "You're what?" he asked, "a virgin?" Seeing her face, he realised. "You are! Well that's how you convince me."
    "What!?"
    "Let me in, and I'll believe you're telling me the truth. I couldn't believe you were lying to me if we were that close, now could I?"
    "Fuck you..."
    "Precisely. I can have you anyway, we both know that. But you say yes, and you get to get out of here free. Or I can throw you to the wolves."
    "... Yes," she whispered, tears in her eyes.

    Eddy shifted his position on top of her, pinning her hands with one of his, and guiding his cock with the other. He slid into her, past her resitance; for a few moments he stayed still, enjoying the feeling of being inside her, of being the first to be inside her. Moving his hand to her breast, he began to squeeze and pinch in time to thrusting in and out of her. He kept it slow at first, building the stimulation in her pussy; he could see the humiliation on her face as she felt herself getting wet.

    He sped up, pushing into her with a little more force now, teasing at her adrenaline-stiffened nipples, pressing on her pinned wrists hard enough enough to make them ache, bending down to kiss her, a gesture of intimacy to compound her sense of violation. He kept going, thrusting and pounding, making her gasp in time with him. He felt himself getting close to his climax, and at the last second pulled out and spattered his cum over Tessa's belly.

    Eddy stayed on top of Tessa while he recovered from his orgasm, enjoying the sight of her trying not to cry. Then he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the office restroom, where he made her clean herself up. "There's plenty of good soap," he told her. "The manager sometimes has whores in the office at night, but this is the first time I've had one myself."
    "Don't call me that."
    "Why not? You fucked me to get out of being arrested. What else do you call it?"

    The last humilation inflicted, Eddy watched Tessa get dressed and leave. Then he sat down to replay the night's events in his mind.
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