Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

Chapter 6

Andrew

“What in thehell are you doing to her? I’ve never heard of an exam causing that much pain.” The angry pitch in my voice sounds strident to my ears. When was the last time I raised my voice in anger? It was over a decade ago, at least. And here, this plebeian is causing me to lose my temper in a way I didn’t think possible.

I’ve never contemplated murder, but for James, I might make an exception. I wouldn’t sully my hands and kill him physically. Oh no. That wouldn’t do. I vowed to never let myself stoop to that level, but it doesn't stop the desire trickling into my brain.

If he hadn’t knocked her out when he did, this would be a much different story. I couldn’t bear one more whimper, one more flash of pain in her eyes. It doesn’t matter that we as a society thrive on pain; this type of agony was unforgivable. In all my years in seducing women and bending them to my will, I’ve never once given them anything but pleasure down there. Even when I tortured them sexually, a part of them liked it, craved it. This was pure, unadulterated pain, and he will answer for it.

As if he can sense the direction of my thoughts, he raises his hands and backs away. I can’t even imagine what my face looks like right now, but he’s staring at me as if I’ve grown two heads. Fitting. It feels as if my Id and Superego are at complete odds with each other - my mind being the battleground. I feel torn in two, knowing that I can’t break him into little pieces for causing her distress and wanting to grind him under my foot like the puerile worm he is. Somewhere in the middle is my brain screaming at me that I’d enjoy putting her into torment and to get off my high horse. High horse indeed.

“It’s not me or my speculum. If you let me finish my exam, I might have a better understanding of what’s happening.” He hurries from my side and back over to the end of the bed.

I lower Jane Doe down and wrap her upper half in a blanket, taking extra care to tuck in the sides, so she feels swaddled and safe. A contented sigh drifts from her lips as she snuggles into her makeshift cocoon, and damned as I am, my cock gives another twitch.

It’s then I turn my gaze towards the foot of the bed, watching James with the same intensity as an entomologist studying a new beetle. Nothing he does is without suspect. With Jane knocked out, he’s able to do his work, taking various samples and such. Glancing up at me, he pauses, choosing his words before he speaks.

“She does have an IUD. I don’t feel safe keeping it in her since I don’t know how long ago it was put in or by whom. Since you seem to act as her guardian, may I remove it?”

“Will it harm her?”

“I won’t know without an ultrasound. If it’s embedded, it will cause issues.” He stands and applies some pressure to her mound and higher. Jane makes no move, no fuss.

“Nothing feels out of the ordinary, but if it doesn’t come out with a firm tug, I’m bringing her back to the campus for a complete check. This won’t explain the reaction to the speculum, but I have a theory for that. Nothing looks inflamed inside, so that’s good.”

At my nod, he slides a tool inside her stretched opening, and I look away. Though I’m not a squeamish man, I hope to God I’m making the right choice and not injuring her further.

“Came right out. So that’s a very good sign. It’s copper, though, which means she is suffering from amenorrhea for some reason. I’m hesitant to put her on birth control until we can figure out why. Are you cool using a condom until we can dose her?”

Her eyelashes are long and dark against her pale skin. The most she showed was minor discomfort at the IUD removal. As I watch her, something stirs up in my soul - just a breath of feeling, but enough to know I’m truly fucked. The fact that I care more about her than just the holes she possesses is telling, and I don’t like the story. “Something tells me I won’t be fucking her for quite a bit, so that’s completely fine.”

Nodding, James pulls out the speculum and instead inserts his fingers. Again, his other hand goes to her mound as he feels about. I stare at Jane, looking for any signs of distress. There are none.

“That’s what I thought. It’s all psychological. She’s not tightening up around me in pain. You’re going to have to train her to accept pleasure. There are some signs of trauma, but they seem to be healed now. No doubt when she was bought, people stopped abusing her and gave her time to heal.”

Vaginismus. Relief that I didn't know I even needed floods through me. This is fixable. James doesn’t see actual tissue damage, just the remnants. I can work with her through this. Red still tinges my vision at the idea of someone causing her trauma there. Even as cold-hearted and calculated as we as a society are, we would never harm a submissive in that way. Even the hardest masochist never had trauma happen to them.

Granted, once someone is claimed by a member, we tend to forget all about the submissive. They aren’t our property and thus not our problem anymore. I might need to have a meeting with John to rectify that. This is an unknown complication that I didn’t even think about when we set everything up. To be fair, the few that have actually claimed someone as their own were low and not given to violence - Grigori notwithstanding.

However, I saw the look on his face, felt the anger rolling off his skin at the idea of someone harming Chelsea. I don’t believe her to be in any danger from him. And Melody, well, Jeremy was just a smitten puppy who liked to play at violence but didn’t have the balls when it came down to it. As a founding member, it would be suicide for him to act inappropriately.

“Do you want to see her sexual response?” James pauses, looking up at me. I can’t read his expression, and that irritates me.

Blood zips down from my brain to engorge my dick, almost leaving me lightheaded. I want more than anything to bring her to an orgasm, to watch her fall apart, but I want that pleasure just for me - Doctor Do Wrong need not apply. “And let you get her off? I think not.”

A wry smile tilts his lips, again, being on the forefront of some joke I can’t seem to comprehend. “More like, while she’s still out, you get her off so we can make sure her sexual function is okay. With her brain turned off, we have a better chance of seeing it without her experiencing the pain involved.”

Do I even dare?

Id: Fuck her. Fuck her hard. You know you want to. Feel her pussy ripple around your cock. She’s yours anyway; no one will judge you.

Superego: I would judge you. I would never let you get a moment’s rest knowing you took advantage of her like that. What happened to the few morals you still possess? You can’t tell me you’re now at rock bottom?

Ego: Yeah...probably shouldn’t.

Id: Pussies. All of you.

The internal battle, though comical, is serious. It’s as if Satan and God are both warring for my soul. If I give in, take her now in this state of innocence, I’ll be forever damning my conscience. I don’t have much of it left, so losing even a little more is costly.

“If you’re done with your examination, I’d like to get her to my home.”

If this were a cartoon and not real life, James would have had the full cartoony treatment with his jaw falling to the floor and his eyes bugging out instead of just a gaping mouth. Is it really so hard to believe that I can control myself? What exactly did everyone say about me? If anything, I was the mellow one, the one who never played with the submissives in public. It wasn’t for nefarious reasons; I just liked to connect with my prey before devouring her.

It was hard to do that in a room full of eager men and horny jocks. What I do needs time, finesse. I don’t paw over women and expect them to swoon and become a puddle at my feet. Ignoring James as he stands there like a medical statue, I take each foot out of the stirrups, rubbing the sole for a moment before bringing them down to hang off of the bed.

Next, I reach for a nearby cloth, swiping as much lube off as I can. It takes every ounce of willpower not to let my fingers drift where they shouldn’t. This is clinical, nothing more. With quick movements, I grab the panties James brought her, noting how the golden embroidery shows off her hair. Poor sap. Maybe one day he’ll get to snag one first.

The fabric stretches over her thighs, becoming see-through for a moment. Lust blinds me as I allow my fingers to drift over her lips as the fabric continues its trek up. Next, it’s a pair of pants, concealing her, allowing me to breathe. James undoes the IV and bandages up her arm before sliding the shirt overhead. Gathering her into my arms, I carry her out, noting just how thin and frail she is. She’s like nothing in my arms. I could crush her by sneezing too hard.

“I’ll send the medicine over. It should help with the withdrawal symptoms. I wish I could tell you more, but this is a fairly new drug, and I have no clue what will interact with it. I’m going blind here, and I hate it. She’ll need a set of dilators so -.”

“Already have a set.”

“Of course you do.”

“You’ve seen my office. Are you surprised?”

James raises an eyebrow. “Please tell me you’re not using an antique on her.”

I scoff, hoisting Jane Doe higher in my arms. “She’s special, but she’s not that special. You know how I prize my collections.”

Looking down, I watch her through heavy lids. What does that mean that she’s now a part of my collection? I don’t break my toys, but since she’s clearly already shattered, it won’t hurt to build her back up into my specifications. I’ll keep her mental stability in the forefront, of course, but other than that? All bets are off.

James follows my gaze and swallows. He knows it too. I never get rid of anything in my collection. Right now, it looks like that’s going to include her too. She just doesn’t know it yet.