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The longer you were trapped in this place, the more broken you started to feel. The days blurred together and flew by without you noticing it. Everyday you feel like you’re loosing yourself. You can barely even recognize yourself anymore. It’s just what Octavius wanted...to break you and mold you into what he wanted.
His perfect patient. So compliant and obedient. Empty and broken, just waiting to be fixed, whether you wanted it or not.
You didn’t want this, but he forced you to crave this. Whatever the hell that thing he shoved inside you...it was breaking you down and turning you into a mess. A needy mess who needed the touch of their doctor. You always woke up craving him and you hated yourself for it. But he seemed happy to indulge regardless of how you may feel about it. He was happy to treat you multiple times a day, it’s what a good doctor would do.
You woke up to a dark and empty room. It was quiet aside from the beeping of machines at your bedside. Octavius wasn’t here, which was strange as he had a habit of knowing when exactly you’d awake and coming to see you. It’s like he knew you better than you did yourself, which made it odd that there was no sign of him. You look up at the camera installed on the wall, flashing red and looking down towards you.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar burning deep within you. The burning and itching feeling deep withing your core...your overwhelming lust. It was all thanks to whatever the doctor had done to you. You don’t know how long it’s been, but you could never seem to get used to it. In fact, it’s seeming to get worse. You’d used to be fine with the doctor only giving you treatment three times a day...but now it’s not enough anymore. Every moment without something deep inside you felt like torture.
Speaking of which, he removed the chastity device for some reason. The one that held the toy that kept you full at all times. You thought he said it was needed to keep the strange device inside you...because he didn’t trust you. Why would he remove it? Did he really trust you...or did he just want to play with you? His demeanor was always serious, but you knew deep down there must be a part of him that liked fucking with you like this.
You writhe against your restraints as the lust becomes unbearable. You buck your hips up into the air as much as your restraints will let you. The heart monitor near your bed starts getting louder. As if on cue, you hear footsteps in the hallway. Doctor Octavius opens the door, starting right at you.
“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re trying to escape.” His expression is unreadable. “You can’t escape, not in your state. You need to stay here for your recovery.”
“I w-wasn’t trying to…it’s just...t-too much.” You can’t help but stutter out, like the complete mess that you’ve been reduced to.
“What is too much? I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re talking about.” There’s the slightest smirk on his face...he enjoys toying with you like this.
“Y-you know what I’m talking about! It hurts...down there.” You blush and look away from him.
“I think I may need to examine you.” He smirks. “After all, I need to know exactly what seems to be the problem.”
He absolutely knows what the problem is, but chooses to play ignorant to mess with you. He takes out his stethoscope and you start exhaling and inhaling without him even telling you to. It almost hurts the way he moved the cold metal against your burning hot chest. This goes on for some excruciating minutes. He holds a hand out onto your forehead.
“You’re hot and sweaty...yet there is no fever. Your heartbeat is faster than usual, yet it’s not high enough to be of concern.” He murmurs.
“You know what th-the problem is!” You whimper. “St-stop playing dumb and just treat me already!”
“I can’t treat what I don’t know. You need to be specific about what you’re feeling.” He gives you an amused look. “I know you can use your words.”
“Y-you know...it’s the...h-hysteria.” You cringed calling it that. It wasn’t real, yet somehow he made you feel like this. “P-please treat me, doctor.”
His eyes seemed to glimmer. “That’s a good girl. You’re finally accepting my help. That’s very good progress you’re making.”
He gets on top of you bed and pulls down your hospital gown. His eyes light up at the sight. “You’re soaking wet. It’s worse than I feared.” His fingers easily glide right into your pussy with how wet it already is. “I fear you’re getting worse. You might have to stay here permanently. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
The thought of being trapped here forever would have normally upset you, but right now you’re too far gone to care anymore. All you need is his touch. You didn’t care about having to stay in this hospital forever as long as it meant he’d touch you like this everyday. His touch felt like water dousing the fire inside you, even if it was only temporary.
He moves his face towards your crotch and starts licking at your clit. You moan out loudly and squish your thighs against his face. His face is wet with your arousal but his eyes remain serious. He looks up at you while he takes his hand into your pussy and starts making a scissoring motion. You cum as he hits all the right spots. It’s embarrassingly easy for him to make you cum these days.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well. You’re nice and stretched out and ready for your medicine.” He backs up and releases your legs from your restraints. He unzips his pants, revealing his cock, already hard and ready to give you your “medicine”.
He slides his cock in without much resistance. You moan and wrap your legs around his waist. You didn’t care how obscene it was, how you had no dignity left anymore, all you cared about was getting the medicine you badly needed. He looks down at your and observes every detail about you. Every little way your expression changes in pleasure. The way your breathing picks up as his thrusts get faster. Having him inside you felt like heaven. It was the cure you needed everyday.
He groans as he cums and fills you with his seed. Somehow, it makes you feel better. It temporarily causes the fire inside you to die down, the fire caused by him. It feels wonderful to have his cum leaking out of you as he pulls out. You would have been disgusted by this in the past, but it feels like a distant memory now.
He goes to the bathroom and starts cleaning himself off and bring back a washcloth to clean you off as well. He washes the cum out of your pussy, as if nothing had ever happened, as if it had never been dirtied many times. He gently places your legs back in the restraints.
He pats you on the head. “You did well, you were so very obedient for me. I’m so proud of you.” He cleans up the room and puts his tools back in place. “If that’s all taken care of, I’ll be leaving for now. Rest until our next session.”
“Wait!” You called out before he reaches for the door. “Please...stay with me for a bit...I don’t want to be alone in here…”
There’s a slight smirk on his face before being replaced by a neutral face. “Alright, I suppose I can stay until you fall asleep.”
He pulls up a chair and sits down next to you. He strokes your hair in an almost loving and affectionate way. You wish you could reach up and kiss him, but these stupid restraints prevent you from acting on your desires. You can only lay there and close your eyes as the doctor soothes you. You would’ve felt sickened by this in the past, but you no longer care. It must be the so called hysteria talking.
No sane person would crave the touch of their captor. But you’re sick and deeply unwell. You needed the doctor to cure you...even if he’s the cause of your ailment. You didn’t mind being his patient forever as long as it meant he’d stay by your side and take care of you like this. And Octavius was more than happy to take care of you for the rest of your life. It’s what a good doctor would do.