#Abuse #Rape #Tween #Virgin
By Trying2Bgood
A respected gymnast physiotherapist has a dark side
Dr. Jim Stevens looks up from his desk as she walks into his office, a warm smile spreading across his face.
“Sam, right? Welcome, welcome!” He extends a hand towards her, his grip firm but not overpowering. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Hi Sir.” says Sam, a 10 year old gymnast who recently had a bad fall and has a stubborn thigh injury that just don’t seem to want to heal on its own.
Dr. Stevens Chuckles softly, gesturing for Sam to take a seat on the examination table.
“Please, call me Jim. ‘Sir’ makes me feel old.”
His eyes twinkle with amusement as he watches Sam climb onto the table, her small frame dwarfed by the equipment around her.
As Sam settles in, he pulls up a stool and sits close enough that she can smell his cologne, something musky and expensive.
“So, tell me about your injury. What seems to be the problem?”, jim asks.
“Sorry… Jim, I strained my thigh during practice.” reveals Sam.
Jim nods understandingly, reaching out to gently squeeze Sam’s thigh just above the knee.
“Ah, I see. That can be quite painful. Let’s get a better look, shall we?”
His fingers linger momentarily before pulling away.
“Could you please remove your pants? Just down to your underwear will be fine. We need to assess the extent of the strain.”
His voice is calm and professional, but there’s an underlying excitement in his eyes that one might miss if you weren’t paying close attention.
“Um… okay…” says Sam, nervously.
Sam hesitates briefly before sliding off the table to comply. Her fingers tremble slightly as she unbuttons her jeans and slide them down her legs, revealing her simple white cotton panties underneath. She quickly hops back onto the table, feeling exposed and vulnerable under Jim’s intense gaze.
“There… like this?”
Jim’s eyes roam appreciatively over Sam’s exposed skin, taking in every detail.
“Perfect, thank you Sam.” He reaches out again, this time running his hands along both her thighs, his touch lingering on the sensitive inner areas.
“Now, I need you to relax completely. Close your eyes and take deep breaths.” His voice takes on a hypnotic quality, almost lulling Sam into a trance-like state.
“Good girl,” he murmurs approvingly as he continues his exploration, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to the edges of her panties.
Suddenly, he pauses, frowning slightly. “Hmm, it’s hard to get a proper assessment with these in the way. Would you mind removing your underwear too? It’ll help me treat you more effectively.” He looks at Sam expectantly, waiting for her response.
“Oh umm…” Sam waivers.
Her eyes widen slightly at his request, uncertainty written all over her face. She bites her lip nervously, glancing around the room as if searching for some kind of escape route. But there’s nowhere to go, and part of her wants to please him, to be a good patient.
“I guess… if it helps…” Sam concedes.
With shaking hands, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down, revealing her bare bottom half inch by inch. As they reach her knees, she lets them drop to the floor, leaving her completely naked from the waist down.
“Is this better?”
A satisfied smirk plays on Jim’s lips as he takes in Sam’s fully exposed lower body. His eyes linger on her smooth, hairless mound before trailing down to her small, puffy lips.
“Much better,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“Now lie back and spread your legs a little for me, Sam.”
Sam obeys without thinking, leaning back on the examination table and letting her knees fall open. Jim positions himself between her legs, his large hands resting on her inner thighs.
He begins to knead the muscles there, working his way gradually higher until his thumbs brush against her outer labia.
“Does this feel good?” he asks, applying gentle pressure to her most intimate area.
A soft moan escapes Sam’s lips before she can stop herself, causing Jim to chuckle darkly.
“I thought so.”
Sam meekly says “Mmm… yes… it feels nice…but you’re not allowed to touch my private place.”
Chuckling softly, jim’s hands continuing their exploration.
“Oh, but I am allowed, Sam. I’m your doctor, remember? And doctors need to examine every part of their patients to make sure everything is healthy and functioning properly.”
His fingers dance along Sam’s slit, teasing and probing with expert precision. Despite her reservations, she find herself responding to his touch, a warmth beginning to build in her core.
“See how wet you’re getting?” he murmurs, showing Sam the glistening evidence on his fingertips.
“That means your body likes what I’m doing. There’s nothing wrong with that, Sam.”
He brings one finger to his mouth, tasting her arousal with a satisfied hum.
“Delicious,” he purrs before returning his attention to her needy little pussy.
“Now, let’s see how far we can take this ‘examination’, shall we?”
“No, you can’t! Please don’t touch me there anymore. It feels weird!” Sam shrieks.
She try to close her legs, suddenly overwhelmed by the strange sensations coursing through her body. But Jim’s strong hands keep them firmly apart, holding her open and exposed.
“Stop it! I want my mommy!” wails Sam.
Tears begin to well up in her eyes as panic sets in. This isn’t right, she know it isn’t. But Jim seems determined to continue, ignoring her pleas. She catch glimpse of him fumbling with his pants, unbuttoning them.
Jim’s eyes darken with lust as he ignores her protests.”Shhh, Sam. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
His hands move from her thighs to grip her hips, positioning Sam closer to the edge of the table.
Sam struggles weakly against his hold, but he’s too strong. With one swift motion, he releases his erection from his pants, the thick length bobbing menacingly between her spread legs.
“This is going to be our little secret, okay Sam? Nobody needs to know about our special ‘treatment’ session.”
Before Sam can respond, he’s pressing the head of his cock against her virgin entrance, pushing forward insistently. Sam cries out in pain and fear as he breaches her, stretching her tight little hole wider than it was ever meant to go.
Tears stream down her face as he hilts himself inside her, groaning with satisfaction.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” Jim growls, starting to thrust in earnest. Each movement sends jolts of agony through her violated body, but also sparks something else – a shameful pleasure building despite the pain.
Sam’s screams echo through the room as Jim continues to force himself deeper inside her, tearing through her innocence with brutal determination. The pain is overwhelming, radiating from her stretched opening to consume her entire body. Yet beneath it all, there’s a traitorous heat growing in Sam’s belly, threatening to overwhelm her senses.
“Please… no more… it hurts too much…” Sam pleas.
But even as she begs him to stop, her hips start moving involuntarily, meeting his thrusts in a primal rhythm older than time itself. Shame floods through her at the realization that some part of her is actually enjoying this violation, craving more despite the pain.
“Why does it feel good?! I don’t understand!” thinks Sam.
Confusion wars with desire as Jim pounds into her relentlessly, grunting with exertion and pleasure. His hands roam over herr quivering form, squeezing and groping every inch of exposed flesh.
Panting heavily, Jim increases his pace, slamming into Sam with reckless abandon. Sweat drips from his brow as he loses himself in the tightness of her young body. “That’s it, baby. Take it all like a good little slut.”
His crude words send shivers down Sam’s spine, fueling the unwanted desire burning within her. She hates herself for it, but she can’t deny the pleasure building with each punishing thrust. Her moans mingle with his grunts, creating a symphony of depravity.
Suddenly, Jim’s movements become erratic, signaling his impending climax. He buries himself balls-deep inside her, erupting with a guttural roar. Hot seed floods her womb, marking Sam as his conquest. The sensation pushes her over the edge, triggering her own release. Waves of ecstasy crash over her, momentarily eclipsing the pain and shame.
As the last tremors fade, reality comes crashing back. Horror and disgust wash over Sam, replacing the fleeting bliss. Jim withdraws from her ravaged body, leaving her feeling empty and used. He tucks himself back into his pants, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
“See? I told you it would feel good. Our little secret, remember?”
Sobbing uncontrollably, Sam curls into a fetal position on the exam table, trying desperately to cover her nakedness with trembling hands. Jim’s seed leaks from her pussy, mixing with the blood from her torn hymen to create a pink mess between her legs.
“I’m going to tell my mommy what you did! Sam says defiantly.
Despite Sam’s brave words, fear grips her heart. Who would believe a 10 year old girl over a respected doctor? Tears stream down herr cheeks as the weight of what just happened threatens to crush her.
Jim’s expression shifts from post-coital bliss to cold calculation as he watches Sam break down on the examination table. He knows he needs to act fast to contain the situation and ensure her silence.
“Now, now, Sam,” he coos, reaching out to stroke her tear-streaked cheek with surprising gentleness. “There’s no need for all this drama. What happened here was perfectly natural – just a doctor helping his patient feel better.”
He leans in close, his breath hot against her ear. “And you did feel better, didn’t you? Don’t deny it. I saw how much you enjoyed it.” His hand trails down her neck, coming to rest possessively on her chest. “We both know you’ll be back for more soon enough.”
Standing up straight, Jim adopts a more authoritative tone. “But if you insist on telling tales, remember this: nobody will believe a word you say. They’ll think you’re just a confused little girl making up stories for attention.”
He turns away, busying himself with straightening up the room as if nothing unusual had occurred. “So why don’t you get dressed and run along home? I’m sure your mother is wondering where you are.”
Sniffling pathetically, Sam sits up slowly, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through her bruised and battered body. With shaking hands, she gathers her discarded clothing, wiping away the evidence of Jim’s crime as best she can before struggling back into her panties and jeans.
“I…I won’t tell anyone…I promise…” says Sam defeatedly.
Her voice is barely a whisper, broken and defeated. Deep down, she knows he’s right – nobody would believe her over him. The thought fills her with despair, but also a twisted sense of relief. At least this way, she won’t have to admit out loud what happened…what she let happen.
“Can I go now? Please?” Sam asks.
She slides off the examination table, wincing as her feet hit the cold linoleum floor. All she wants is to escape this nightmare, to pretend it never happened. But the dull ache between her legs serves as a constant reminder of her defilement.
Jim watches Sam dresses with a predatory gleam in his eye, drinking in every trembling movement. Once she’s clothed, he steps closer, invading Sam’s personal space once more.
“Of course you can go, sweetheart,” he murmurs, cupping her chin in his hand and forcing her to meet his gaze. “But remember our deal. This stays between us, understood?”
His thumb brushes lightly over her lower lip, a silent promise of future encounters. Then, just as abruptly, he releases Sam and steps back, all traces of intimacy vanishing from his demeanor.
“Same time next week then? We should schedule regular check-ups to monitor your progress.” The implication hangs heavy in the air – he expects sam back here, ready and willing for more of his ‘treatments’.
With a dismissive wave, he turns away, effectively ending the appointment.
“Have a pleasant evening, Sam. See you soon.”
“Y-yes sir…” quivers Sam.
Sam nod meekly, unable to meet his eyes any longer. Clutching her bag tightly to her chest, she hurries towards the door, desperate to put as much distance between herself and this horrible man as possible.
As Sam steps outside into the cool evening air, tears prick at her eyes once more. Everything feels different now – tainted somehow. She is no longer the innocent little girl who walked into that office an hour ago. Jim has taken something precious from her, something she can never get back.
But even worse than the physical reminders is the nagging voice in the back of Sam’s mind, whispering insidious thoughts. Despite everything, part of her already yearns for next week’s ‘check-up’.
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By Trying2Bgood
#Abuse #Rape #Tween #Virgin
