You came to my clinic for the first time right around two months ago. You had this beautiful disoriented stare, and it was clear you were not mentally well. You told me all about your story - how a couple days ago you tried to kill yourself and had to spend the next day in the hospital. There, you were told to visit a neurologist as soon as possible, and got recommended my name.
You were fortunate that someone called off their visit last minute, meaning I had time to take you in very quickly. You were sent here to be evaluated thoroughly for any signs of brain or nerve damage, as well as to be further observed over the next few months.
You experienced tremors, dull headaches and severe brain fog. I tested your tendon reflexes, your balance and proprioception. None of the exams came out worrying and the slight disturbances could've been caused by the remnants of the medication you overdosed on. However, I couldn't have been immediately sure, so I requested for you to come back in two weeks. I did not leave my desk to usher you out. If I did that, you would immediately realize that I'm painfully into your hazy self.
You did come back. Your tendon reflexes were textbook just as before, and your sense of balance and proprioception has improved. Not significantly, but enough to be notable. Over the course of the next month and a half you have mostly stabilized, except for two symptoms. Brain fog and dissociation.
That visit, you were my last patient for the day. Since my clinic is private, I didn't have to worry about hurrying up to leave. And so, I told you all about this new medication that I plan to put you on. Under one condition - you only take these injections at our visits. You questioned what it's for, to which I explained that it will help with your brain fog over the course of the treatment, although it might make you very sleepy and sluggish for around an hour after administration.
You agreed, desperate to be back to your old self, needing to be able to think with a clearer head again. I sat you down on the examination couch, instructed you to take deep breaths and injected the medication. However, my explanation was absolutely incorrect, as the syringe was instead filled with a tranquilizer that quickly put you in a half asleep state. You were partially awake, yet not enough to register or remember anything once you eventually wake up.
You laid there, staring into nothingness, occasionally glancing at me with these big, helpless eyes. It was very inviting. You didn't even flinch when I slid the tip of my cock in between your soft lips. Your gaze simply locked onto me, confused and not all there. You looked so stupid, almost like you did actually experience brain damage. I'm not sure a single thought crossed your mind at that moment. Your weak, relaxed muscles didn't fight the further intrusion at all, jaw opening up to invite me inside your mouth. I held back and didn't fuck your throat, as that could be risky and might've impaired your ability to breathe. Instead, I gently stroked the base of my cock, while your tongue swirled around whatever it could reach. I'm aware you were not doing it intentionally, but it sure felt like it.
I pulled out and sat beside you. You were already so wet for me, a sign that underneath your drugged haze your body still loved what was happening. I gently stroked you, observing the subtle twitches of your muscles and open mouthed gasps. It was a mesmerizing sight, really. I positioned two fingers at your slick hole, circling around it a bit before pushing both of them inside. It was not difficult, you must be such a filthy whore to enjoy being assaulted this much. Not even your body fought back, as it welcomed the thickness of my digits with ease.
I moved them in and out at increasing speed, curling them inward as well. Your gasps turned into loud and breathy moans, unable to control your own volume, and your hips began lethargically chasing the stimulation. Just after I added the third finger, I could tell you had orgasmed from the way your legs shook and how you clenched around my fingers in a pulsing rhythm. You were ready for the main course.
I stood up, positioning myself between your now entirely limp legs. I roughly took your face, making you look directly into my eyes, so you can feel my intense stare as I told you how dumb and fucked out you look. I didn't give you so much as a minute to wind down from your high, sluts like you don't need breaks after all. I grabbed your hips and lifted them to my hip level, grip strong so they don't fall back down, and began pushing my cock inside. Your broken whimpers told me the stretch likely stung a bit despite the preparation, but it's not like I cared.
When I was fully inside as far as I could go, I started moving in and out without wasting a second. The clinic room was filled with filthy sounds of skin against skin, and, of course, your beautiful gasps that were increasing in intensity even more. I couldn't help but degrade you further in between my own moans. You just squeezed me so wonderfully. Once again, I felt your muscles spasm, this time around my cock. Your legs trembled, hanging limp from your body, hips still held up in the air. But I didn't slow down.
I reached my own peak soon after, yet I didn't pull out. I wanted my come to drip out of you and trickle down your thighs. I wanted to breed you full, make you mine, mark you as claimed. I didn't care that this would be harder evidence to get rid of, as I released deep inside of you, thrusting the last few times to fuck my come into you properly. My head tilted back in pure ecstasy as I rode out my high.
After gathering back my sanity, I cleaned around us, though left you still filled up, and dressed both of us. You had entirely passed out by that point, and so I sat back down behind my desk and let you rest.
Some time later, you stirred awake, eyes sluggishly fluttering open. Dazed, you were not sure where you were exactly, though recalling the last thing you remembered you concluded you are still at the doctors. You lifted yourself up into a sitting position with all the strength you could muster, but something felt... Off. There was this very strange sort of wet stickiness down in your underwear. Maybe still brainless from the tranquilizer, you explained it away to yourself that you must've simply had a wet dream.
Oh, and what a dream that was.
