Seduction: The Story of M (2 page)

He took my left leg and helped me put it in the stir-up, and then the other.

The tears were running down my face again.

“Lay back
Princess and please try to relax.  It really is important! I wouldn’t want to hurt you because you got scared and flinched,” he explained. He pulled out a drawer in front of him, as I unwillingly lay back onto the cold table. I gasped as the cold hit my back. Tears ran from the corner of my eyes into my hair. I slid my arms to my side and held the edges of the table. A sob escaped from my lips and I could feel snot running down the back of my throat. My thighs were trembling badly as his fingers moved up my exposed calves and then to my thighs. He stood up between my legs and started to pull my panties down.

“
Oh my,” he sighed.  “You’re crying again and you have ruined all my hard work of cleaning you up.” He continued to pull my panties down, lifting my left leg out of the stir-up to pull them off and then left them around my ankle on my right foot. He rested his palms on my knees when he finished with my panties and sighed as he looked at my shaved sex. Then he slowly walked his eyes up to my bra and cleavage, while his hands roamed up the inside of my thighs, his fingers came to rest in the crease of my trembling legs. His thumbs were lightly petting my soft pubic lips. “I know you’re scared, my dear. Please
try to relax!”

He pressed my inner thighs outwards with his elbows.

I resisted until his elbows started to hurt my thighs and then I reluctantly let my legs fall open. My palms were clammy and cold as I continued to keep my fingers wrapped around the stainless steel. I felt like I wanted to throw up and I could feel the watery feeling in my mouth starting. “I’m going to be sick,” I said with urgency.

There wasn’t any
time! I turned to my side pulling my left leg from the stir-up and vomited on the floor next to the table quite violently. I watched my abductor go back to his duffel bag and come back with a bottle of pills and a fresh bottle of water. I felt dizzy and my head was starting to hurt, as I lay leaned over the table. He approached the unsoiled side of the table and softly touched my shoulder.

 
“Sit up, my dear,” he instructed. He helped me into a sitting position, and handed me the bottle of water. “Your fears and frets are running away with you. You really need to calm yourself down.” He rubbed my shoulder and my back as he talked.

“These are Valium, I want you to take one of them
.  It will help.” He took one of the tiny pills out and offered it to me on his outstretched palm. My body was trembling.

 
“I’m okay now,” I said softly.

 
His hand was still roving my back softly as I opened the water. As I drank, he unsnapped my bra
.

I dropped the water and my body froze.

“You see, my dear, your actions speak louder than your words. You are
not
okay now. When I said I wanted you to take one of these, it was not an
offer
. It was an
order
.” He pushed the pill before my face.

I reluctantly took it, its bitterness dissolving almost instantly on my tongue. He started stroking my hair as he slipped the shoulder straps of my bra off. He pulled it down my arms and hung it on the stir-up next to my panties. He stood in front of me again placing both hands on my shoulders, pushing back a little. “Look at me.”

 I looked up into his bright blue eyes. I saw him smile and then look down at my bare breasts.

“I realize that
you have no reason to trust me,” he said, brushing my hair from my eyes.  He wiped at the dark smudges under my left eye. “We really should get on with things, my dear, and get this part out of the way.” He cupped my face and pulled me towards him, kissing the top of my head tenderly through the mask.

“What part?” I whispered as he was sliding his hands from my face to my shoulders. My heart started to race as I anticipated his answer.

“The exam, my dear, I am sure you have had a few of them in your lifetime. Now lie back please and let’s try this again and please, do try to just relax.”

He pushed back on my shoulders encouraging me as I unwillingly complied, putting my feet back into the stir-ups as my insides lurched within me. I stared up at the darkened ceiling, watching the shadows sway just a little as I listened to him open drawers and remove things from them. He took a seat back on his stool, placing his things on a
pullout part of the table under the left stir-up. I flinched when I felt his hand softly touching my sex.

The medication was starting to have its effects. My eyes felt heavy, and my body started to feel warm. He slid one of his f
ingers between my pubic lips
.
I gasped, feeling as though I wanted to start crying again.

“This might be just a little cold
, Precious.” 

I felt the cool wet feeling of lubricant as he rubbed it lavishly between my labia. My body jerked and then he slowly worked two fingers into my soft fleshy inside. He pulled and pushed his fingers in and out several times, and then he pushed up hard on my urethral sponge
, I gasped again, my insides tightening.

“
Very
nice, my dear,” his voice was low but the tone was different. He continued to massage and work on my g spot until my body started to secrete its own natural wetness. I didn’t feel aroused mentally. In fact I felt repulsed but my body was reacting, whether I liked it or not.

He stood up while still keeping his fingers inside of me. He looked down at my face, my eyes half closed as he curled his fingers and started working them firmly and more roughly against my g spot. “I am happy to see that you have started to relax
, my dear. I want you to close your eyes now.”

He brought his other hand to my stomach as I closed my eyes. His hand roamed up my belly to the bottom of my breasts. He softly felt each one of them while he kept playing with my g spot. His fingertip rubbed very lightly over my nipple forcing it to become erect, and then did the same with the other. My breathing became deeper as he massaged and caressed my entire chest.

It seemed somehow less intimidating with my eyes closed as I mentally fought against the physical stimulation. My g spot was swelling and I could feel sharp little tingles in my clit. For a moment, I wanted to give way to the pleasure and pretend this was consensual.

His fingers starting to pump up against my g spot faster.

No, I won’t do it
, I thought.

“Oh, my precious little flower, that’s it. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure
. Let me feel it
.
Give in and let your body enjoy this,” he whispered softly as he pinched my right nipple.

 
My body lurched and my grip on the table tightened, as I begrudgingly let out a groan. His fingers were rubbing my g spot harshly now and I could hear his breathing starting to change. I knew he was getting aroused.

 
He pressed firmly as he slid his hand in between my breasts and down my sternum to my stomach. His fingers went to the crease of my left leg while his thumb pressed firmly into my pubic bone, then he parted my lips and started to encircle my wet clit. I flexed my thighs, my hips rising as I bit my lip.

Oh god. Please don’t do this to me.

“
Come for me, Precious! Give in and let your body have what it desires,” he whispered so softly.

 
I was having a hard time trying to refuse it. It had been a couple of years since a man’s hands had touched me like this. I heard myself whimper and without realizing it my hips were rocking up and down in rhythm with his fingers inside me.
This is so very wrong, what's wrong with me?

“
That’s it, my beautiful little Princess. Let me see and feel your pleasure.” He rubbed my clit faster and harder.

What is it about his voice?

I squinted my eyes shut tighter, turning my head to the side. I couldn’t take any more of this, my mind was losing control the more I fought it and I was reaching climax even if it was against my will. I held back the soft moans that might have indicated I was enjoying this
.
 

“Come for me
, do it now!” His voice was low and excited. His fingers were working wildly to see come gush from my drooling sex.

Tears
stung my eyes as I moved my head from side to side
. I don't want this
. My mind was fighting against my body, telling it not to give in. The physical action however, was more then I could bear as my g spot swelled to the point of hurting. I squeezed my eyelids tighter not wanting this to happen as my body begged its release. My heart was racing as my breath quickened.

“No… no …no,” I whispered.

The lump in my sex, now fully engorged, expressed itself wildly as it spurted what it could no longer contain. I felt the warm flood of liquid expel past my lips, and onto his pumping fingers. My face was in a terrible state as I trembled, unable to control myself against his harshly thrusting fingers.  My hips thrashed from side to side, my sex contracting hard around his fingers and odd noises emulated from my lips.

“Again
, my Precious, come again! Your body is so beautiful in this state. Oh fuck… I want inside you so badly. Do it, come again
…
come harder this time,” he commanded. He leaned forward and laid the upper half of his body onto mine, I felt his mouth on my nipples sucking and biting at them, his mask abrasive on my warm flushed skin. His fingers worked diligently to force another gush of hot liquid into his hand. He was moaning softly while his lips and mouth fondled my breasts. His body nudged the table as he rocked into it roughly, pushing and pulling his fingers within me. “Come for me, I know you can do it again.”

I felt his breath brush past my wet nipple as he spoke
and I groaned
, accidentally
.

“
Oh yes, that’s it, my dear, give in
.
I want it all.”

My g spot was swelling fast and hard all over again, his thumb rubbing harder up and down over my throbbing sensitive clit while he teased and tortured my nipples more
.

This is so wrong, yet so damn intense
. I started to moan giving in to the pleasure, my body rocking back and forth and my drooling sex hungrily devouring his fingers. My clit felt like it was ready to explode. I was breathing so hard, my mouth was getting dry.

“Oh… oh my god,” I yelped. I squirted
again, my sex forcing his fingers out of me violently. He forced them back in and I screamed, clutching the edge of the table. My clit was pulsating hard against his thumb, as my legs trembled and shook. I felt his chin pressing hard into my breastbone.

“Open your eyes
,” he asked, his tone urgent.

 
I opened my eyes and he brought his head up enough to look into my eyes while my body continued to wriggle, my clit pulsating beneath the pressure of his thumb. His bright blue eyes piercing me as my climax slowed and my face blushed to a deep red. I felt his fingers become still within me as his eyes bore deeply into mine. I felt the wetness of my orgasm run down into the crack of my ass as I struggled to calm my breathing.

He pulled his fingers from my juiced hole and br
ought them up to my left breast, rubbing my wetness all around my nipple. My face flushed deeper, embarrassed by what had just happened.

“That was truly an act of beauty
, my dear,” he said softly with both hands on my breasts, cupping and massaging them softly. Then he pressed into them, lifted his chest from mine, and stood again, in between my legs, peering down at me. “I must admit I had not actually planned to do that to you…
yet
. I guess I let myself get carried away as I was getting you ready.” I saw him smile viciously. “We had better get this done, the hour grows late and I have a long ride back.”

My heart was starting to slow down a little as I tried to sort out in my mind what had just happened. My body was still flushed and warm, and my hands still fixated on the table next to me. It was as though my body overrode my mind, insisting
it reach satisfaction. It was an amazing orgasm, despite my attempt to resist it. I started to feel guilty for having let myself enjoy it.

He sat down on his stool and began fumbling with his utensils. I heard his voice telling me to relax and he was going to start the exam. I flinched when I felt the cold speculum touching my puffy hot swollen lips. He slipped it in with little effort and began to open it up. Using a
flashlight he peered into my sex.

“You should see how amazing you look right now. It’s still seeping with a little come.” He looked up at me and smiled. “How I would love to taste you right now, but I must wait for the test results before I can give into such decadent pleasures.”

He kept working as he spoke. I could feel the swab inside of me dabbing at my cervix. It was less than a minute and he was pulling the speculum from my still aching folds. I felt him using the wet towel to clean me up.