House Call

I pushed my breasts together before letting them drop back. Being the same size as my sister was one of my favorite things. This particular lingerie set looked stunning on me, if I did say so myself. She'd probably kill me if she knew I was trying it on, but I had five hours until she was coming home from work, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. I turned around in the mirror once more.

The doorbell rang. Who in the world would that be? I started to look for my jeans, but it rang again. I threw on my robe. Not many people came all the way out here. I wondered if one of the neighbors needed help.

When I opened the door, a man in a suit stood tapping his shiny leather shoe. He quickly looked me up and down and huffed.

“Emma, I presume. Well, you can show me to your bedroom and we'll get started.” He glanced back down at his watch. I frowned and started to close the door slightly.

“I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. You must have the wrong house.”

“I'm from Rural Health Services.” He jabbed his finger at the name tag I hadn't noticed before. “You signed up for a free session. We should really get started.” I vaguely remembered signing up for something like that at the health fair a few months ago. I guess he did have my name.

“Oh... alright, come in I guess.” He looked so out of place wiping his pristine shoes on our frayed welcome mat. He probably made more than our house was worth every few months. I led him down the hall into my bedroom.

He looked around the room and walked over to my desk to set his things down. Once he got over there he pulled everything back to his chest and gave me an insincere smile. I guess the plate of food from last night wasn't his thing. He took my alarm clock off my nightstand and opened his briefcase there.

“You can lay down on your bed and untie your robe. Come on then.” He motioned for me to hurry up.

“Look, I'm really not sure what we're doing here. I thought I was signing up for stuff like blood pressure or reflexes, like physicals and stuff.”

“Our materials clearly state that we provide complete basic exams especially breast and gynecological. We're trying to cut down on the rates of cancer and venereal diseases in the rural population.”

“I guess I didn't read that part. I'm sorry if it's an inconvenience, but I'm really not interested in those kind of exams.” He rolled his eyes and replied,

“They're a necessary part of your health-care, not an option. Please lie back so we can get started.”

“I don't think you understand. I don't want those exams. Sorry you came all the way out here, but I never would have signed up if I'd known what this was.” He looked furious.

“I'm warning you right now that you need those exams. This is your last chance.”

“I'm sure. Thanks though.” What a creep. Someone took his job way too seriously. He breathed in and out through clenched teeth.

“In that case, can I offer you the HPV immunization?”

“... I suppose.” If it would get this guy out of my house, I could put up with a shot I didn't really want.

“Excellent.” He turned and grabbed a syringe and alcohol swab out of his briefcase.

I tucked one half of my robe under my arm and lowered the other half to expose my upper shoulder, while he stood there with his lips not quite curled in distaste. He swabbed the area and injected me. I thanked him as he put his things away, adjusted my robe and went to stand up.

“Oh... I feel... really dizzy.”

“It's not uncommon for people to faint after immunizations. Why don't you lie down.” Not like I had much choice. “Does that feel any better?”

“I... no.” He came over to me, slid his arms under my knees and upper back, and helped me more fully onto the bed. My skin crawled where he touched me.

“Woops, looks like I may have given you a sedative instead of that vaccine. Guess you'll be getting those exams anyway.”

“Wha... ?” This couldn't be happening. I could hardly move and I was so dizzy. He started arranging things from his brief-case on my night-stand as he mumbled under his breath.

“Damn bible belt... filthy infected sluts... 50 fucking miles... nowhere.” He sighed again and put on his gloves. He peeled my robe back from my breasts, revealing my bra.

“Slutty little girl – wearing this outfit around your house for anyone who happens to come along. We'll get to all the diseases you could have in a bit.” He rolled me over slightly and unclasped my bra. I moaned and tried to roll away from him.

“Don't bother, you won't be going anywhere for a few hours. You say you don't want a breast exam. Have you ever had one? Do you know how to do one yourself?” He pushed my bra away to expose my breasts and began to knead them firmly, starting at the armpits.

“Little circles.” He said. “Make sure you push all the way down.” He pressed all along the edges of my breasts and began to work inward.

“Some people like to do one at a time, but I prefer to compare side to side. Either will work.” I squirmed slightly, but I thought I might pass out. Everything felt so fuzzy. It was a pleasant feeling, like I was floating. I hated that he was violating me, but I felt my body begin to respond to his touch anyway. Tears started to leak from my eyes when I felt my panties start to get wet. He tweaked both nipples harshly.

He didn't bother to replace my bra, but pushed my robe back the rest of the way.

“How nice. A whole outfit, and no panties. Is this all for me or do you normally answer the door like this? Waiting for one of your cousins to come over?”

I tried to roll myself off the bed, but didn't even get half-way turned over.

“Trying to show me your ass too? Don't bother. We'll get to that. First we need to spread your nasty legs and see what diseases you've been breeding there.” He shove my knees up and apart before grabbing something plastic from his briefcase. He shoved it in before twisting it and opening it wider. I screamed hoarsely, barely making any noise. It felt like he was ripping me in two.

“Most doctors would probably use their fingers first, but gloves or no, I won't put mine anywhere near your disease-ridden cunt before I test it.” He swabbed a few samples from deep inside me and smeared them on the test cards before removing the speculum, and placing it in a bag like it was nuclear waste. He removed his gloves.

“This will take a few minutes and we'll find out what variety of diseases you have festering in you.”

He set the test things aside and turned back to me.

“Now, let's get that grubby robe off you. I would sincerely recommend burning it.” he started taking it off my first arm, along with my bra strap.

“Fuck... you.” I managed to whisper.

“You'd like that wouldn't you. Unfortunately for you, I don't fuck things with diseases, and I would bet good money you have a number of them.”

He rolled me over and tucked my robe under my back. He turned me back towards himself as he removed the other sleeve and bra strap, inadvertently shoving his tented trousers in my face. I gasped and flailed my arms weakly, trying to push myself further away.

“What? You don't like the effects of your dirty little outfit?” He grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his cock. “Why else would you wear something like that?”

“Stop” I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it tighter and kept rubbing. I closed my eyes and pretended it wasn't happening. He began breathing harshly when his watch beeped. He dropped my hand and I rolled on my back, crying softly again.

“Looks like your test results are back.” He took his time double checking each one. He looked back at me, eyebrows raised. “It's your lucky day. I'm shocked to say you don't have a single one of the diseases we test for.” He put another pair of gloves on.

“My hands are probably safe, but better safe than sorry with filth like you.”

He shoved two fingers into my vagina and I groaned. He began turning them around and pressed them upwards towards his hand on my stomach. His thumb brushed my clit and I couldn't help but buck up towards him.

“No” I gasped.

“Like that do you?” He fucked his fingers in and out of my while deliberately rubbing my clit with his thumb. It was so much sensation, I squirmed. I felt slightly stronger and tried to push myself up, out of his reach, but I couldn't quite get there, and moving just made his fingers feel better.

“I bed you'd like my fingers in your ass too.” He took his hand out briefly and put more lube on his pinky, then he shoved fingers in both of my holes and kept going. It felt so good, but I just wanted him gone. This all felt so unreal.

“Please stop.” I begged.

“Please what?” he replied.

“St... Ooooh” He continued with his hands and pinched my nipple hard.

“I'm not sure I heard you.”

“S...s... Ahhh” He pinched my nipple again.

“You must have meant “more, please.” Aren't you lucky you have me to interpret for you.”

“Don't...”

“You speak so softly. You really shouldn't bother.” He pulled his fingers out, removed his glove, and unzipped his fly.

“Oh no... please don't... please.” I began to cry again.

“It's your own fault for wearing that slutty outfit to a meeting that should be professional, and for trying to waste my time. I would have just examined you and left, but no, you had to be a little ignorant bitch. Deal with the consequences of your actions.”

“I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'll do anything... just don't...” He shoved into me and I couldn't help but moan.

“I thought you'd like that.” I swatted at him and tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. He pulled back and slammed into me again. Something I hated so much should never feel so good. I turned my head to the night-stand to look for anything I could use as a weapon if he ever let go of my wrists. I saw a few empty syringes, gloves, and the bag with the speculum, but nothing of use. I was desperate to get him off me.

“I'm filthy... you said... please stop.” I gasped out as he continued to fuck me.

“You are filthy. Shut up.” He panted. “You love me fucking you, slut.”

He closed his eyes and pushed into me as far as he could go, rocking back and forth a few times as I felt him emptying into me. He pulled out abruptly and stood up. I just laid there and turned my head away, glad he was done.

I felt a prick on my arm and looked back to see he'd injected me again with something.

“Another sedative. I hope someone finds you like this and sees what a slut you are.” I could already feel everything dimming.

“You'll be lucky to have any memory of this, which is almost too bad. Hopefully you remember enough to keep your legs closed.” He packed up his things and walked out.