Being a gynaecologist in the small town of Greenlake had its benefits for Sam.
The town was very Christian, very conservative, and very repressed. Nobody talked about sex or sexuality. He’d managed to convince the town that it was important for mothers to bring their teenaged girls to see him for regular checkups – but when those girls arrived, they had no idea what to expect, or what was normal for a gynaecological checkup.
For instance, when he told them that his inspection required them to be completely nude, they blushed, but obediently stripped naked. When he performed a thorough inspection of their tits with his hands, their blush deepened as he teased their nipples and squeezed their tits, but they held still and accepted it.
When he told them that his inspection of their pussy required them to be wet and lubricated, and instructed them to start rubbing their cunt until they became aroused, many of them whimpered – but they did as they were told, shamefully masturbating in front of him. And when he started to take photos of them, for “proper medical documentation”, they looked into the camera like good girls, and spread their legs wider so he could get a good look at their fuckholes.
His eventual inspection of their pussy was as slow and teasing as possible. His goal was to make the silly teenaged girl cum. If they orgasmed, he would act shocked and offended, and ask them what kind of a whore would *cum* from a *medical procedure*? He’d threaten to tell their parents, and they’d be so fearful and ashamed that they’d usually agree to suck his cock to get him to keep their secret. He’d make them sign a piece of paper admitting they’d orgasmed from a routine medical checkup and inappropriately sexualised their encounter with him, and then he’d fuck their face until he ejaculated down their pretty Christian throats.
But whether they orgasmed from his inspection or not, he had another surprise for every girl he saw. While he had them in stirrups, their cunt spread with a speculum, he’d take a syringe and squirt a healthy dose of viable cum up their pussies. It wasn’t his – he had a girl at the sperm bank in the next town who got so wet at what he was using it for that she gave him fresh supplies weekly.
Not every girl got pregnant, but enough did. And when they did, they had no idea how it had happened.
Their parents didn’t believe them, of course. No one in that town trusted their daughters – the idea that women were probably secretly sluts was baked into their conservatism – and many of these mysteriously pregnant girls were thrown out on the streets by their disgusted families.
That was where Sam stepped in. He gave them temporary accommodation – in exchange for the chance to fuck their pregnant little cunts as they cried. If he happened to have two pregnant teens staying with him at once, he taught them both lesbianism, making them fuck each other for his enjoyment as the price of having a roof over their head.
And from there, he showed them new ways to pay for the wealth of medical bills that their pregnancy would accrue. There was money to be made from starring in porn films – from being prostitutes – from having their tits milked like cows for the enjoyment of wealthy sponsors. Enslaved by their swelling wombs, the girls would quickly learn to accept their new lives as sextoys.
And of course, once they eventually gave birth, they would come back to Sam for post-birth checkups – giving him the chance to impregnate them all over again…
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Being a gynaecologist in a small town had its benefits.