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Injected Nightmares

PART: THREE

FOR: JONATHAN CRANE X RAEDER INSERT

WARNING: MENTAL DISORDERS, NON-CONSENTIAL SMUT, TWISTED STUFF, MEDICAL PLAY, REALLY DARK SMUT, CRANE BEING A PREDITOR

NOTE: DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

You awoke with a start, your surroundings swimming back into focus. Your room in Akram Asylum appeared unchanged - a small, drab space with stark walls and a thin mattress on an iron bedframe. The lingering scent of fear which permeated every surface assaulted your senses once more, making you feel as if you were suffocating. You shifted uneasily on the thin mattress, trying to get comfortable despite the aches and bruises covering your body.

You felt a stinging sensation radiating from your core but you did not know why the pain was there. All you remembered from last night was that you went to sleep without pain and woke up today with agonizing pain between your legs. The bed sheets were bloody and stained.

You tried to cover yourself, but the pain only intensified when you moved. As you looked down at your hands, you noticed they were trembling uncontrollably, not knowing what had happened to you.

The pain you felt deep within your body made it impossible to focus on anything else. You didn't understand how this could have happened, or why it had happened to you. But one thing was clear: you were no longer the same person you had been before.

After a minute or two of composing yourself, you decided to investigate your discomfort and stood up in order to visit the bathroom.

You limped towards the bathroom door, wincing at the pain in your lower abdomen. With trembling fingers, you managed to open the door and stepped inside. The bright lights in the bathroom made you squint, accustomed as you were to the dimness of your room. Looking down at the toilet seat, you hesitated briefly before sitting down. You instinctively grasped at your abdomen, trying to comprehend the cause of such excruciating pain.

As you sat there, the pain seemed to intensify with each passing moment and, when eventually, you looked in between your legs, you were shocked by what you saw. There was some blood, not just on your sheet but also on your thighs and even around your vagina. It was like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from.

With a shaky hand, you reached down to touch your tender skin, expecting to find swelling or soreness, but instead, you discovered something much worse. 

You noticed a white crusty substance on your labia, similar to the texture of a thick layer of dried glue. You touched it gingerly, your heart racing, unsure of what this strange substance meant.

You tried to open yourself up and, much to your surprise, you noticed some more of it inside you. It was thick and liquidly white in color, appearing to have an unusual consistency. You could see tiny bits of blood mixed in with it, making your stomach turn. As you took a closer look, you realized that these fragments of blood must have come from somewhere deep within you.

This realization sent a wave of terror through your body, causing your knees to buckle. It dawned on you that something had been forced inside you, possibly causing the bleeding and the pain. You didn't want to think about what exactly had been inserted into your body, but the evidence left behind spoke volumes.

As your vision began to blur with tears, you suddenly heard footsteps approaching your room.

You steeled yourself, trying to maintain your composure.

Dr. Crane entered the room, followed closely by Nurse Smith. They both regarded you silently, their expressions conveying a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Without a word, Dr. Crane gestured for Nurse Smith to take over.

Nurse Smith walked towards you with a calm demeanor, her steps measured and confident.

"It is time for your next examination. Please put on a gown and follow us," Nurse Smith instructed, her tone professional yet oddly detached.

You obeyed, your movements mechanical, the pain coursing through your body like a living thing. You donned the gown, feeling as though you were walking to your execution. As you followed them down the corridors, the cool, sterile environment heightened your sense of vulnerability.

Upon reaching the examination room, you hesitantly entered, your eyes skimming the stark landscape, searching for signs of any clues as to what had happened to you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you spotted the stainless steel table, bathed in the harsh fluorescent lighting, its surface marred by what appeared to be bloodstains. A wave of nausea coursed through your body, making your head spin and your legs feel weak.

Nurse Smith directed you to lie down on the table, her hands gentle but firm as she positioned you for the examination. Dr. Crane approached with his customary detachment, his expression revealing nothing about your predicament.

"Please place your feet on to the footrests and allow your legs to fall open," Nurse Smith directed softly, her hands guiding yours with a firm grip.

You complied obediently, feeling a surge of panic as your body revealed itself. The cool air chilled your exposed skin, adding to the vulnerability you already felt.

Dr. Crane and Nurse Smith exchanged silent glances, their eyes gleaming with a hint of curiosity and excitement. Dr. Crane stepped forward and began his examination, his hands probing delicately at first, then with growing intensity.

"Speculum please," he commanded brusquely, his tone betraying none of the empathy or concern one might expect under the circumstances.

Nurse Smith complied quickly, handing Dr Crane the tool.

The speculum was a metal instrument, slightly curved and angled, designed to gently widen the vaginal opening.

The cold metal against your sensitive flesh sent shivers down your spine. This object symbolized not only your vulnerability but also the horrors you had experienced. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold back the sobs.

Dr. Crane carefully inserted the speculum, slowly expanding your inner lips apart. The pressure was immense, the device seemingly tearing your flesh as it opened wider and wider.

"Just relax," Dr. Crane advised casually, his eyes fixed intently on the inside of your body. "Try to keep still, I need to examine you thoroughly."

Nurse Smith held your hand tightly, her palm cold and clammy, providing little comfort. You fought to stay composed, but your body continued to shake uncontrollably.

The cold metal instrument pressed deeper into your body, forcing your muscles to contract involuntarily.

"I see... quite interesting," Dr. Crane murmured, a grim smile playing upon his lips.

His gaze lingered on the telltale signs of penetration and force. Despite your efforts to remain composed, your heart raced, and a whimper escaped your lips.

Dr. Crane's eyes flickered with excitement, his breathing shallow. He knew he had pushed you to the edge, relishing in your vulnerability.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the cries threatening to break free. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your composure.

"Doctor?" you eventually asked as he examined you, your voice wavering with uncertainty. "What happened to me?" Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and desperation fueling your words.

Dr. Crane remained unfazed, his eyes roving over your body as he contemplated his response. "There seems to be some tearing," he finally said, his voice devoid of emotion. 

His eyes lingered on the damage done to your body, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

"Tearing from what?" you asked. Your confusion was evident, and your fear was palpable.

"Tearing from our experiment last night, for which we had to sedate you. Do you not remember?"

Dr. Crane queried with disbelief, his eyes narrowing. "It was necessary for your treatment my dear," he explained calmly, his demeanor unchanged. "Our methods require complete submission and trust. We had to ensure you would cooperate fully."

"And what about the white stuff inside me?" you asked, your voice quavering with fear. "Why is it there?"

"It's a byproduct of the experiment, nothing more. It will vanish in no time,"

Dr. Crane replied dismissively, his tone conveying an indifference to your well-being. "Your body is adapting to the new procedures, but it may take some getting used to."

"Now, Nurse Smith, please hand me the device," Dr. Crane requested, his tone commanding.

Nurse Smith swiftly retrieved the requested item from a nearby cabinet, presenting it to Dr. Crane with precise movements.

Dr. Crane inspected the instrument, nodding in approval. His fingers danced expertly over its contours, adjusting the settings accordingly.

He turned his attention back to you, his eyes alight with a calculating intensity. "Are you ready to continue?"

You hesitated, your eyes darting between him and the device.

Your heart raced in your chest, your palms sweaty with fear. Was he truly asking if you were ready to submit again?

"Yes," you managed to say, trying to summon courage from somewhere deep within you. "I understand that this treatment is important, and I am willing to cooperate."

Dr. Crane nodded, his eyes darkening with excitement. "Excellent. Let's begin."

"I will be inserting this device into your uterus, thereby avoiding unwanted consequences when it comes to future experiments," Dr. Crane explained, his tone unconcerned. "We want to make sure you can handle the intensity of our treatments without issue. It's crucial for your rehabilitation."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath coming out in rapid gasps. This man had subjected you to such a terrifying experience, and now he expected you to willingly let him do it again? Your mind screamed, but your body refused to defy his authority.

With trembling hands, you consented to the procedure, submitting to his merciless will.

"This might hurt, but fear not, it will not take long," Dr. Crane reassured you with a predatory smile. His eyes seemed to promise a world of pain and pleasure beyond your comprehension.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the inevitable agony.

Nurse Smith expertly lubricated the device, ensuring smooth insertion. Her touch was cold and efficient, yet it held an undertone of sadism.

Dr. Crane gripped the instrument with expert precision, his eyes trained on you with unwavering intensity.

Slowly, steadily, he began the insertion process.

The cold metal slid into your warmth, causing you to wince in pain. Your body tensed as the foreign object invaded your most intimate space.

"Relax," Dr. Crane urged gently, his voice soothing despite the callousness of his actions. "It will be over soon."

Nurse Smith stood watchfully by his side, her eyes fixed on the process, her hands folded primly in front of her. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, both physical and psychological.

Your muscles tensed, your body reacting defensively to the intrusion. Each inch of progress brought forth a new wave of pain, the sharp sensation cutting through your defenses like a knife. Yet, you forced yourself to endure, driven by the desire to regain your sense of self and escape this hellish prison.

Dr. Crane's face bore a mask of determination as finally he pushed the small device into your cervix opening and stopping momentarily to check his work. The slight tremble in his hands betrayed his excitement, his breaths short and ragged. His eyes met yours briefly, holding a mix of challenge and dominance, his power over you undeniable.

"You may feel a certain amount of discomfort," he cautioned calmly, his tone belying the cruelty of his intentions. "But just relax, it won't last long."

Your eyes locked onto his, filled with a fierce determination, your breath caught in your throat.

He gave it a final push, securing the device firmly in place. With a click, the mechanism clicked into position.

He stepped back, surveying his handiwork with satisfaction.

"There you have it," he announced proudly, his voice echoing through the sterile room. "A minor procedure, but essential for your continued progress."

Nurse Smith observed the exchange, her expression a mixture of fascination and loyalty. She silently supported Dr. Crane's decisions, regardless of how morally questionable they might be.

"Now, as for this evening's experiment, Nurse Smith will see you in your room and provide you with a mild sedative and suppository," Dr. Crane informed you, his tone businesslike and detached. "Afterward, I will visit you in your room, which is where we will conduct the experiment."

Your heart raced in your chest, panic beginning to set in. What would tonight's experiment entail? Would it be more excruciating than the previous one? Would you be able to withstand it?

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Injected Nightmares

PART: TWO

FOR: JONATHAN CRANE X RAEDER INSERT

WARNING: MENTAL DISORDERS, NON-CONSENTIAL SMUT, TWISTED STUFF, MEDICAL PLAY, REALLY DARK SMUT, CRANE BEING A PREDITOR

NOTE: DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the sky, the once bright and airy room you knew to be yours now felt darker and more suffocating than ever. 

You had been at the asylum for two weeks and had undergone several humiliating examinations, both mentally and physically and, much to your distress, Dr. Crane had taken an unusual interest in you. 

"You are going to be mine" were his words during your last examination and, ever since, you were plagued with insomnia.

You tried to get some sleep, but your heart pounded rapidly within your chest, palms sweaty, as you anticipated the moment when the darkness would consume you completely. 

And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, there was the sound. A slow, deep breath from the other side of the room, followed by a gentle footstep on the creaky wooden floorboards. You knew then that Dr. Crane was approaching, his presence casting a looming shadow upon you. He had visited you at night before, but this time was different.  You could tell.

The heavy door opened slowly, revealing his imposing figure. Slender and dark. 

His angular features seemed almost predatory, as if he were a creature born from the shadows themselves. With each step closer to your bedside, his menacing presence intensified. Your heart raced wildly as you struggled to maintain eye contact with him.

"What are you doing here, doctor? It is almost midnight" you asked nervously, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"Oh, don't worry about the time," Dr. Crane replied, his voice oozing confidence. "We have plenty of night ahead of us." His hand brushed against your shoulder, sending a shiver through your body.

"I will give you a few more moments to rest" he continued, his eyes flickering over your form with an intensity that sent a wave of unease through you.

"A few more moments before what?" you wanted to know, your voice quavering with apprehension.

"Before I claim you." Dr. Crane responded coolly, his eyes narrowing in a predatory manner. "Your body will soon become mine, and I will mold it as I please."

A chill ran down your spine at his words, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

"No, please..." you pleaded, trying desperately to convince him otherwise.

"Please, Dr. Crane, I cannot bear any more of this treatment. My body aches every day from all of these experiments. My soul is aching too, and I am scared."

Dr. Crane regarded you solemnly, his eyes conveying a mixture of pity and contempt. "Trust me, my dear. Don't be scared. I will help you overcome your fears," he murmured softly, reaching out to stroke your cheek tenderly. 

The thought of spending even more time under his care made your stomach twist with dread.

"What I am going to do to you tonight will be bring me great pleasure while, for you, it will be just like another experiment, but this time, without the metal tools," he promised you with a wicked smile. "Remember, you're no longer just a subject, but my patient and pupil."

"I will teach you how to submit to your fears, how to endure pain, and how to bend yourself to my will," he continued, his voice cold and emotionless as he slowly removed the blanket covering your shivering body. 

Your face flushed with shame as his fingers gently traced the bruises and cuts left by his previous torments. The sight of your battered body only served to fuel his desire to inflict more suffering upon you. "You will learn to appreciate what I do for you," he insisted, the corner of his mouth curving into a sadistic smile.

In a sudden burst of anger, you screamed out loud, "No! I won't!" before trying to get up and run towards the door, not realising that Dr Crane had already locked it, trapping you inside this room.

As you struggled to escape, panic growing inside of you, Dr Crane calmly approached you with a sadistic smirk.

"Please stop, I beg you!" you cried, tears streaming down your face. "Please, anything but this!" You cried, realizing what he would do to you.

With a devious grin, Dr Crane responded: "Alright, my dear. Tonight, I'll let you decide on the method of our bonding. But only because it is your first time."

He then pulled out a syringe from his lab coat pocket, containing a green substance.

"Tonight, I will do to you that we have spoken about during our last appointment. You know, the thing a man does to woman on occasion. I am sure you remember?" he said, holding the syringe up for you to see. "And before engaging in such intimate act, I can either inject you with this special serum that will block all pain and stimuli, allowing me to break you in properly or I can tie you down to the bed using leather restraints. The choice is yours," Dr. Crane proposed with a devilish grin. "Though, I strongly suggest choosing the serum, it will make you completely numb. You won't feel a thing," Dr. Crane explained, his eyes burning with intensity. "That way, it will be easier for you to accept what comes next because let's face it my dear, you will not be leaving this room with your virginity intact."

Your mind reeled with indecision, knowing that whatever decision you made would alter the course of your life forever.

"It doesn't matter, Doctor," you finally decided, swallowing back your fear. "If it means getting this over with, I'll choose the serum," you said anxiously and with tears running down your face.

"Good choice, now lay down on the bed," Dr. Crane commanded, his tone cold and unforgiving.

You complied, lying down on the iron bed frame, trembling with fear and anticipation.

Dr. Crane grabbed your arm, expertly inserting the needle into your vein, injecting the green serum into your bloodstream.

The world around you began to blur, becoming increasingly difficult to focus on. You felt your body start to go numb, losing sensation in parts as the serum took effect.

You became aware of the implications of what was happening, but you couldn't react, as your body had been rendered useless.

"Don't fight me, my dear," Dr. Crane murmured, running his hands along your limp body. He unbuttoned your hospital gown, exposing your breasts to his gaze. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he took hold of them, fondling them roughly. 

Dr. Crane's hands then moved downward where your white cotton panties covered your innocence. 

He grasped the fabric tightly, ripping it away from your body as if it were nothing.  Your mortification was evident, your eyes filled with horror at the invasion of your privacy.  You tried to struggle, but the serum paralyzed your resistance, leaving you helpless beneath his touch.

With your panties torn off, Dr. Crane stood up, stepping back to admire his work. 

He took off his coat and unbuckled his belt, freeing himself from the confines of his clothes. 

"Have you ever seen an erection before?" Dr. Crane inquired casually, his voice dripping with curiosity.

"N-no, I haven't," you stuttered, your heart racing wildly in your chest. The reality of the situation struck you like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of terror coursing through your veins.

Dr. Crane chuckled softly, his expression a mix of amusement and arousal.

"Well, let me rectify that for you," he replied in a low, husky voice before pushing down his pants, revealing his throbbing manhood.

As he approached your helpless form, his intentions were clear: he wanted to take advantage of your vulnerability. His eyes glazed over with lust, making your stomach turn with revulsion.

Feeling completely violated, you fought against the paralysis, trying desperately to find any part of your body that still functioned. But there was none.

You watched as Dr Crane placed a condom and a bottle of lubricant on the bedside table and, despite your horror, you were powerless to resist him, frozen in place by the effects of the serum. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to comprehend the reality of the situation.

"Lets position you properly shall we?" Dr. Crane's voice was laced with a perverse pleasure, his hands reaching out to you.

You felt your heart race with terror as he began to pull you towards the bottom edge of the bed and push your knees apart so that he could kneel in between your spread legs.

His eyes bore into yours, filled with a dark intensity that frightened you even more.

"Are you on birth control my dear?" Dr. Crane asked with a sneer, his hands moving down to your legs, spreading them wider.

You nodded meekly, tears streaming down your face. "Yes, Iam."

"That's good," he muttered, his eyes full of malice. "This means there is no need for a condom then, is there?"

Dr. Crane's voice was laced with malevolence, as he leaned closer to you, his hot breath causing you to shudder involuntarily.

Your mind raced, wondering what he meant. Was he going to ignore protection? You didn't dare ask aloud, too afraid of what his response might be.

Feeling powerless, you stared at the ceiling, fighting against the encroaching darkness of despair. The realization that you were completely at his mercy left you feeling utterly defeated.

"Are you ready for me to make your worst fear come true?" Dr. Crane taunted, relishing in your discomfort, not expecting an answer. 

He slid onto the bed, hovering over you as you laid motionless beneath him. Your body still remained numb, though your mind was far from being so. Panic surged through your system, the sheer terror of what was about to happen consuming you whole.

He pushed his hips forward, the head of his erect member teasing the entrance to your womanhood. You whimpered in distress, attempting to squirm away from his touch, yet unable to move due to the serum's effects.

Dr. Crane chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Relax, little one. It'll be over soon," he whispered in a soft, soothing tone, but it did little to comfort you.

As he pressed his weight onto you, the mattress creaked under the strain, adding to the discomfort you already felt. He gripped your hips firmly, anchoring himself as he started to penetrate you.

"Thanks to the serum, you will feel pressure, but not pain," he assured you, his eyes burning with a hunger that terrified you.

Your body went rigid with shock as he broke your hymen, the pain cutting through the serum's numbing effect.

A cry escaped your lips as you felt his entire length slide inside you, taking you beyond the point of resistance.

Your body convulsed in pain, a sharp contrast to the serum's numbing effects elsewhere.

Dr. Crane held you down, refusing to allow you to pull away from the agony he was inflicting upon you.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he saw your tears flowing freely, your body struggling to reconcile the conflicting sensations of pain and numbness.

"There might be some blood my dear, but this is perfectly normal after this kind of experiment," he whispered reassuringly, his hand stroking your hair, a mockery of tenderness. "It's just another rite of passage in your journey towards womanhood."

As he thrust deeper within you, his pace growing faster, you found yourself wishing for the numbness to return, for anything to take away the searing pain that consumed you. Your cries echoed throughout the room, muffled by the single lightbulb above, giving the illusion that no one could hear your plight.

Yet your pleas fell on deaf ears, for Dr. Crane continued his assault on your body, determined to complete his mission.

Your heart pounded frantically in your chest, fear consuming you whole. Each thrust of his hips drove home the horrifying reality of your situation, your body betraying you in its struggle to protect itself from further pain. As his thrusts grew more forceful, your body buckled under the assault, the numbness giving way to a wave of searing agony.

The sounds of your tortured moans filled the room, punctuating the brutality of Dr. Crane's actions. The walls seemed to close in on you, their stark presence reflecting the horror of your situation.

"Not long now, my dear. I will be done soon," Dr. Crane hissed in your ear, his words a cruel promise of relief from the pain you were enduring. However, you knew all too well that his 'relief' would only bring on a new set of torments.

His movements became more erratic, more frenzied, his breath coming in short gasps as he pushed his limits harder. His muscles bulged with exertion, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued his assault on your innocence until pushed all the way against the entrance to your womb, stalling.

"There you go sweet girl," he groaned loudly as, finally, he filled you with his seed.

His body shook violently, his muscles tensing in release.

As he collapsed onto you, your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, your body trembling from the physical and emotional trauma.

You could feel the warmth inside you, his semen mixing with your blood, your virginity lost forever.

He then pulled out of you, his eyes glinting with a sense of accomplishment. He was now the one who had taken your innocence. You cried, overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil that engulfed you.

He cleaned himself off, his movements precise and efficient, a mixture of arrogance and sadism in his eyes.

"Rest now, my dear," he said, his voice cold and distant as he pulled your arm towards him again and injected you with another strange substance.

His hand moved swiftly, administering the drug with practiced ease. You couldn't help but feel a deep dread as the world around you began to blur, everything becoming unfamiliar once more.

"You will not remember this when you wake up." Dr Crane's words hung heavy in the air as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

Despite your loss of memory though, your body ached in ways you never imagined possible, leaving you feeling exhausted and violated. In the midst of the darkness, you struggled to regain control of your life and come tomorrow, you would be more confused than ever. 

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Injected Nightmares

FOR: JONATHAN CRANE X RAEDER INSERT

PART: ONE

WARNING: MENTAL DISORDERS, NON-CONSENTIAL SMUT, TWISTED STUFF, MEDICAL PLAY

NOTE: DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

The journey to Akram Asylum felt like a descent into darkness, as if the heavy clouds above threatened to envelop you entirely. In the dimming light, the trees surrounding the asylum loomed menacingly, their branches twisting together like the tendrils of some ancient creature. Your car slowly navigated the narrow road, its wheels crunching over the gravel that lined the way.

As you approached the asylum, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to become even more palpable.

The large iron gates creaked open before you, revealing the stark, ominous facade of the building itself. The windows were barred, the bricks were discolored and weathered, as though they had witnessed countless horrors over the years. The cold, unforgiving wind gusted through the courtyard, carrying with it the faint cries of the patients trapped within the walls.

The sound of your knock on the door reverberated through the silent hallways, leaving you feeling uneasy.

Dr. Jonathan Crane emerged from the shadows, his gaze assessing you up and down, seemingly taking note of every small detail about you. With a firm nod, he led you towards the dimly lit room where your intake examination would take place. You followed him hesitantly, wondering what secrets lay hidden behind his piercing eyes.

Inside the room, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. The only source of light came from a single lamp near the examination table, casting eerie shadows across the chamber.

The room smelled musty, as though dampness had permeated the very fabric of the space. As Dr. Crane began his examination, he instructed you to undress completely, a chill running down your spine at the thought of revealing yourself in such a dark and dismal setting.

With trembling hands, you removed your clothes, stepping onto the cold metal surface of the examination table. His eyes roamed over your body, and a sinister smile formed on his lips.

He first began to talk about your thoughts, your dreams and everything surrounding your mental state which, to you, seemed odd, considering that you were naked.

His eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief as he asked questions that made you feel both exposed and vulnerable.

"What do you think of when you close your eyes at night?" he asked, leaning closer to you.

Your heart raced, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I... I don't know," you stammered, looking away. "Please, Doctor, just get on with the examination."

He merely chuckled, a low rumble in his throat that sent shivers down your spine.

"Isn't it strange how our minds can wander so far when we're left alone with our thoughts? It's fascinating, really."

You shifted uncomfortably on the table, unable to find a response. It was almost as if his eyes could see right through you, as if he knew exactly what thoughts lurked beneath the surface.

"Any thoughts of self-harm?" he probed further, his tone almost conspiratorial. "And please, be honest now. It's safe here."

You shook your head, your heart racing in your chest.

"No, nothing like that." He nodded, scribbling something down on his clipboard. 

"Any thoughts of harming others?" Dr. Crane continued, his question causing your brow to furrow.

"No, not intentionally," you replied, attempting to maintain eye contact. "But why do you ask?"

He smiled cryptically, reaching for a fresh sheet of paper. "It's standard procedure, my dear. We must understand all aspects of your mind before we can help you fully."

You swallowed hard, still unsure of whether to trust him or not. "So, no harmful thoughts or urges to hurt anyone else?" he pressed, his voice lowering slightly.

"It's crucial for us to explore these aspects, especially in a facility like this one."

You shifted nervously on the table, your heart pounding against your ribcage. "I guess..."

"Don't worry, my dear," he reassured you with a warm, comforting smile. "It's just a part of the process."

The room fell silent once again, the only sounds being the ticking of the clock on the wall and the soft rustling of papers as Dr. Crane jotted down notes on his clipboard.

"We will have to explore this further, to ensure your safety and the safety of others here. But fear not, my dear, it's simply for understanding your psyche better."

A knot formed in your stomach, but you couldn't bring yourself to argue with him. Instead, you took a deep breath and tried to remain composed, listening intently as he continued speaking.

"Now, let's move on to the physical examination."

Dr. Crane's voice broke the silence, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes held a predatory gleam, and his lips curved into a wicked grin.

"Any pains anywhere?" he then asked as he began to turn your neck, left to right, while you responded with an anxious "no".

"Good, now open your mouth for me. Open wide" he instructed and, after you complied with his request, he inspected your teeth, your tongue, and your ears, observing everything with an intensity that seemed almost predatory.

He then moved on to your breasts, placing a cold stethoscope against your chest to listen to your heartbeat before removing it again and taking some notes.

"I will examine your breasts next," he announced, his voice resonating with authority.

You couldn't help but shiver slightly, your eyes growing wide as you looked at him.

"There's no need to be frightened, my dear," he assured you kindly. "This is just another part of the examination process."

Swallowing hard, you nodded slowly, forcing yourself to relax as he proceeded with the examination.

The cool fingers of Dr. Crane caressed your skin, moving delicately over your body. As he reached your breasts, his touch became more deliberate and forceful. 

"This hurts, doctor." You cried out, feeling a sudden surge of pain as his fingertips dug deeper into your flesh.

"Just bear with it," he replied, his voice cold and distant. "I need to examine you thoroughly."

You bit your lip, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he expertly maneuvered his fingers around your most sensitive areas. It felt like he was searching for something hidden beneath your skin, and you had no choice but to endure the pain.

His relentless exploration left you trembling with anxiety, and you found yourself yearning for the moment when he would finally release you from his grasp.

"All seems well" he eventually acknowledged before retrieving some rubber gloves from the box next to the examination table. His movements were calculated, precise, each action serving a purpose.

"So lets carry on, shall we?" he then said before walking over to the drawer beside the examination table, rummaging through it until he found what he was searching for. Pulling out a jar of lubricant, he carefully placed it on the table in front of you. 

You swallowed, feeling a mixture of confusion and dread as you glanced between him and the jar.

"Dr. Crane, may I ask what this is for?" Your voice wavered, betraying your unease.

He smiled slyly, his eyes alight with mischief. "Oh, my dear, don't worry. It's merely to facilitate a thorough examination." He proceeded to open the jar, revealing a silky gel inside. "This will make things much more comfortable for you during your vaginal and rectal examinations," he explained, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.

"Please place your feet on the footrests now and allow your knees to fall open," he instructed.

Your heart thumped erratically in your chest as you complied, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his watchful gaze.

As you obeyed his orders, he positioned himself between your legs and used a lamp to shine some light towards your intimate region.

He then proceeded to coat his latex covered fingers generously with the slippery gel. The cool substance slid effortlessly over his fingers, giving them a wet, shiny sheen.

"Relax, my dear," he cooed, leaning in closer, his breath brushing against your ear. "This will only take a moment."

Despite his words, you felt anything but relaxed. In fact, your muscles tensed involuntarily, as if anticipating the worst.

As his fingers dipped inside you, penetrating your virgin core, your face contorted in pain. "That hurts, doctor!" you gasped, struggling to contain your tears.

Dr. Crane continued his inspection, his expression unchanged, his voice cold and detached. "I assure you, it's perfectly normal. Many women experience discomfort during their first pelvic examination," Dr. Crane reassured you, his voice calm and steady. "It's only natural, considering the sensitivity of the area."

You forced yourself to breathe deeply, attempting to control the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Doctor, please, it hurts so much," you whimpered, your voice breaking with emotion.

Dr. Crane continued to work diligently, unphased by your pleas. "Just try to relax, my dear. It'll go quicker if you don't fight it," Dr. Crane coaxed, his fingers expertly exploring your inner depths.

You bit your lip, trying desperately to follow his advice despite the intense pain and humiliation. Your eyes filled with tears, but you remained steadfast, determined not to give in to your agony.

As he finally withdrew his finger from you, you noticed some blood on its tip.

"Have you ever had intercourse?" he then asked as he cleaned his hands, seemingly unaffected by the discomfort he had caused you.

"No," you replied, your voice strained from the pain. "I haven't had sex with anyone."

Dr. Crane regarded you with a keen interest, his eyes assessing you like a prize specimen. "Very well, I will not use a speculum in your vagina then. Your hymen still appears to be intact, hence the bleeding," he observed before, without warning, he pulled off his gloves and reached for a new set. As he donned them, you found yourself growing increasingly anxious, fearing what was to come next.

Without hesitation, he picked up a rectal speculum from the nearby tray and prepared it for use. "Please lie down on your side now, facing away from me," he instructed, his voice devoid of empathy.

You did as he said, your legs bent at the knees and your bottom raised toward the sky. Your heart raced as you awaited his next move, terrified of what might come next.

"Please, Dr. Crane, don't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice laced with desperation.

Dr. Crane regarded you with a smirk, his eyes full of amusement. "Don't worry, my dear," he reassured you. "It will only hurt momentarily," he told you before reaching for the cold jelly again.

This time, however, instead of applying it to his own gloved fingers, he carefully massaged it onto your anus.

You felt your body tensing up even more, instinctively fighting against the invasion of his fingers. The unfamiliar sensation was excruciating, yet you remained stoic, refusing to cry out or show weakness.

"Relax, my dear," he repeated, his voice remaining as unemotional as ever. "I assure you, this won't last long."

Despite his attempts to soothe you, you could feel your insides clenching tightly as he placed the speculum at the entrance to your rectum.

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, threatening to spill over as he carefully inserted the device into your tight anus. You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth, willing yourself to maintain composure. With a firm push, the metal device disappeared inside you.

"I will now adjust the width of the speculum so that I can examine your rectum," Dr. Crane informed you coolly.

Gripping the handles, he started to widen the device, his movements smooth and precise.

A wave of panic coursed through you as you struggled to remain composed. This was nothing short of torture, and you prayed that it would soon be over.

Sweat formed on your brow, beading and dripping down your temple.

Your heart raced as you felt the invasive device stretching your rectum, the unbearable pressure making you want to scream out in pain.

Dr Crane then used his finger to glide inside your anus, testing its reaction to his touch.

As he continued his examination, the burning sensation intensified, leaving you feeling utterly violated and helpless.

Every fiber of your being ached, begging for relief, but you maintained your composure, unwilling to let him see how deeply his actions affected you.

Finally, Dr. Crane removed the speculum, leaving you feeling utterly exposed and defeated.

Your eyes darted towards him, searching for any hint of remorse or regret on his face.

"All done, my dear," Dr. Crane finally announced, pulling off his gloves and tossing them into the trash bin. "Thank you for your cooperation."

You rose slowly from the examination table, feeling exhausted and drained. Your face flushed with shame and embarrassment; you could barely muster enough strength to leave the room.

Dr. Crane followed closely behind, leading you to the exit. "Please return tomorrow morning for further tests," he commanded, his tone implying that you had no choice in the matter.

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