Gyno
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⚠️ Author’s Note & Content Warning⚠️
Sweet reader… come closer.
This book is dark, filthy, and dripping with sin — raw, savage sex, twisted obsession, and deliciously immoral scenes that will corrupt every innocent corner of your mind. If you plan to complain later about misogyny, misandry, or “romanticized rape,” be a good girl and stop right now.
But if you’re still here with flushed cheeks and that needy little ache between your thighs…mmm, that’s my perfect girl.
You’re so fucking brave for me, aren’t you? Letting me ruin you page after page while I praise you, tease you, and slowly fuck every shy thought out of your head. I love how wet this warning already makes you.
Now scroll down like the good fucking girl you are. I’ve been waiting to ruin you.
Elara hated doctors. She hated the paper gown. The cold stirrups. The way the paper crinkled every time she breathed, announcing every tiny movement like an accusation. But mostly she hated this — sitting on the examination table with her bare pussy dripping onto the thin white paper while a stranger examined her like livestock.
Dr. Lucian Kane hadn’t touched her yet. He simply sat on his rolling stool between her spread legs, hands folded in his lap, watching her sex with an expression she couldn’t read. “Miss Voss,” he said finally, his deep voice filling the sterile silence.
“You’ve been suffering from severe menstrual pain for six years. No previous gynecological exams. No sexual history.” His gray eyes lifted to hers. “Why are you here now?”
“It got worse,” she whispered. “The pain. I couldn’t stand up last month.”
“Mm.” He stood, pulling on a pair of black nitrile gloves with two slow, deliberate snaps.
“Let’s see what’s causing that.” He sat back down and rolled closer. His gloved hands settled on her inner thighs, spreading them wider. The cool air hit her exposed cunt and she instinctively tried to close her legs.
“Don’t.”
The single word stopped her cold. His grip tightened on her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh.
“You came to me for help,” he said calmly. “Let me do my job.” His thumbs parted her pussy lips, stretching her open under the bright examination light.
Elara’s face burned with shame. She could feel herself getting wet — her body’s stupid, humiliating response to being touched, exposed, *seen*.
“Interesting,” Dr. Kane murmured. “Your arousal response is extremely elevated. You’re practically gushing.” He ran one thick thumb up her slick folds, collecting the wetness.
“Does being spread open for a stranger make you this wet, Miss Voss?” “N-no— that’s just—” “It’s just your body telling me what it needs.” He pressed one fingertip against her entrance, circling it slowly.
“You’re incredibly tight. Barely any penetration history. This is likely contributing to your uterine distress. Your womb has never been properly filled.”
“I don’t—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Elara gasped, her back arching off the table. His thick digits filled her uncomfortably, the stretch burning at the edges.
He curled them forward, pressing hard against her front wall. “Sensitive,” he observed clinically, pumping his fingers in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Your G-spot is swollen. Congested. It hasn’t been stimulated enough.” He pressed harder, making her whimper. “Your body is starved, Miss Voss.
Starved for something no pill can fix.” He withdrew his fingers and reached for the speculum. It gleamed under the lights — cold, stainless steel, terrifying. “This may be uncomfortable.” He slid it inside her slowly, the cold metal stretching her open. Then he clicked it wider. Wider. Until she felt painfully spread, completely exposed. He peered through the opening, his face inches from her open pussy. “Your cervix is inflamed,” he said. “Congested with fluid. It needs to be emptied.”
He removed the speculum with a wet, obscene sound and set it aside. “I have a procedure that can help.” Elara’s heart hammered. “What kind of procedure?”
Dr. Kane stood and removed his gloves. He pulled his white coat off his shoulders and hung it neatly on the door. Beneath it, he wore a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad chest and powerful arms. Then he unbuttoned his pants. “Dr. Kane, what are you—” “This is called therapeutic insemination.”
He freed his cock and Elara’s words died in her throat. It was enormous — thick, heavily veined, and already fully erect. The flushed head was fat and dark, leaking a clear strand of precum that dripped onto the floor.
“I inject a medically formulated semen compound directly into your uterus. It relaxes the uterine lining, reduces inflammation, and eliminates menstrual cramps. Most patients experience immediate relief.” Elara stared at the monster between his legs.
“That’s not a medical procedure. That’s—” “I have twelve years of specialized training, Miss Voss.” His voice remained perfectly calm, perfectly professional. “This is an approved treatment in several European countries. You can research it afterward if you like.”
He stepped closer, his cock bobbing heavy and rigid. “Right now, I need you to relax and let me work.” “I don’t consent to this,” she said, voice trembling. “You can’t just—” Dr. Kane leaned over her, one hand braced on the table beside her head. His massive cock rested against her inner thigh, impossibly hot through her wetness.
“You consented when you signed the treatment form,” he said quietly. “Page four, subsection C. ‘Therapeutic reproductive intervention.’ You signed it, Elara.” She hadn’t read it. She’d barely skimmed the paperwork. “I— I didn’t know—”
“Then you should read more carefully.” He straightened up, gripping his thick shaft and positioning the fat head against her drenched entrance. “Now. I’m going to begin the first session of your breeding treatment.” “You’re insane—”
“This is just a procedure.” He looked into her eyes as he pushed forward. “Nothing more.” The head of his cock forced her entrance open. Elara’s mouth fell in a silent scream as inches of thick, unyielding flesh stretched her walls apart. He was impossibly wide inside her.
Every nerve screamed as he fed himself into her one agonizing inch at a time. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, his composure cracking for the first time. “Your tight little cunt is strangling my cock. You feel that? Every inch of you is wrapping around me like you were made for this.” He was only halfway in. The stretch was blinding.
Elara’s hands scrabbled against the table, searching for something to hold onto. “Dr. Kane — please — it’s too much—” “Shh. Your cervix needs to be opened for the procedure.” He pushed deeper, and she felt the tip of his cock press against something impossibly sensitive inside her. Her cervix. “There it is.”
He thrust forward the final inches, bottoming out completely. His heavy balls pressed flush against her ass. His cock was buried to the hilt, filling her so completely she could feel her own heartbeat around him. “There’s nowhere to run, Elara.”
His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m as deep inside you as a man can be. Your womb is right here, pressed against my cockhead. And in a few minutes, I’m going to pump it full of cum.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Please don’t do this.”
Dr. Kane didn’t answer. He began to move. His first stroke was slow — a long, dragging pull that scraped his thick shaft against every sensitive inch of her inner walls. Then he thrust back in, deep and heavy, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with enough force to make her cry out.
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Your womb is literally hugging my cockhead. Your body is pulling me in. Can you feel it?”
She could. That was the worst part. Her womb pulsed around him, contracting in deep, rhythmic squeezes that had nothing to do with pain. Her body was responding to him — opening, inviting, *accepting* in ways her mind screamed against.
“You’re soaking my cock,” he said, glancing down. “Look at how wet you are, Miss Voss. Your pussy is gushing around me. This isn’t rape. This is your body begging to be bred.” He fucked her harder.
The examination table groaned beneath them. Each thrust pushed the air from her lungs in sharp, broken gasps. His thick cock stretched her so wide she could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him sliding through her clenched walls. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded. “Stop— please—” He pinched her nipple hard through the paper gown, twisting it until she shrieked. “I said *tell me how it feels*.” “It feels— oh god—” He pinched harder. His hips drove deeper. “How. Does. It. Feel.”
“Full!” she sobbed. “You feel too full, I can’t—” “You can. You are.” He released her nipple only to rip the paper gown down, baring her breasts completely. He palmed one roughly, squeezing, his calloused thumb dragging across her stiffened nipple.
“Your tits are begging to be touched. Your womb is begging to be filled. Your body has been waiting for this, Elara. You just didn’t know it.” He lowered his mouth and bit her nipple — hard.
Pain lanced through her breast, hot and sharp, but underneath it was something darker. Something that made her pussy clench involuntarily around his buried cock. Dr. Kane felt it. His eyes darkened impossibly. “There it is. Your tight little cunt just squeezed my cock like it’s thanking me.”
He bit her other nipple, sucking it hard between his teeth. “Let’s see how many times I can make you cum on the doctor’s breeding rod.” He reached between their bodies and found her clit with two thick fingers. He didn’t massage it gently.
He pinched it between his fingers and rubbed it in hard, fast circles while simultaneously thrusting deep and fast. “Dr. Kane— I can’t— stop—” “You can and you will. Your first orgasm is just a warm-up. I need your womb nice and open before I pump it.” The pleasure built too fast. Too violently.
Elara’s back arched as the first orgasm tore through her — brutal, humiliating, and inescapable. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in rhythmic spasms, her body milking him with desperate force. “That’s one,” he counted calmly, still thrusting through her orgasm. “Your womb just dropped. Perfect timing.” He didn’t stop. His fingers stayed on her clit, rubbing through the oversensitive aftermath of her climax.
Her body jerked and twitched as he forced her toward a second peak. “I can’t— I’m too sensitive— please—” “You’ll cum when I tell you to.” He thrust deeper, angling his cock to press directly against her cervix with each stroke. “And I’m telling you to cum for me again.”
The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Elara screamed as her entire body convulsed, her pussy pulsing in violent waves around his throbbing cock. White cream oozed from around his shaft with each clench. “Good girl,” he groaned. “Such a good breeding patient. One more. Give me one more.”
He drove into her with savage force, his grip on her hips tight enough to bruise. His thumb circled her clit relentlessly while his cock pounded her cervix. “I said cum for me, Elara!” She shattered a third time.
Her vision went white. Her throat produced a sound she’d never made before — raw, animal, broken. Her walls squeezed his cock so tight he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. “That’s my girl,” he panted. “Your womb is wide open now. Perfect for breeding.” He slowed his thrusts, pressing deep and holding still.
She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, growing impossibly harder, thicker. “I’m going to cum now, Miss Voss. I’m going to flood your womb with more seed than your little body can handle. And you’re going to lie there and take every drop like the breeding slut you are.” “No— please, not inside—” “This is just a procedure,” he whispered against her ear. He came. The first pulse of his cum hit her cervix with enough force to make her feel it — a hot, powerful jet that splashed directly into her womb. Then another.
And another. He gripped her hips and angled them upward, lifting her ass off the table to drive his cock as deep as possible while he emptied himself inside her. “Oh fuck — oh fuck — take it. Take all of it.”
Elara felt her lower belly expanding under his hands as he pumped her full. The sensation was overwhelming — hot, thick, endless. He came for what felt like minutes, his cock twitching and pulsing as wave after wave of cum flooded her womb. When he finally stopped, he remained buried inside her, his softening cock still plugging her hole.
A thick, creamy trickle of cum leaked from around his shaft and ran down her ass. “Not so fast,” he said, pressing a hand firmly over her pussy to keep the cum inside. “You’re not losing a single drop.” He slowly pulled out, inch by agonizing inch. His cock emerged from her destroyed hole, dripping with a mixture of her arousal and his seed. Her gaping pussy immediately began to leak — thick ropes of white cum spilling out and pooling on the paper beneath her.
Dr. Kane watched with dark fascination. Then he scooped up the leaking cum with his fingers and slowly, deliberately, pushed it back inside her. “This goes in your womb, not on my table.” He gathered more. Pushed it back in. Again. And again. Until his fingers were buried knuckle-deep, forcing his own seed past her cervix.
“Now taste what your treatment tastes like.” He brought his cum-covered fingers to her lips. When she clamped her mouth shut, he pinched her nose until she gasped, then slid two fingers past her parted lips. “Taste it. That’s the medicine that’s going to cure you.” Elara’s stomach lurched as the salty, musky taste of his cum coated her tongue.
He held his fingers there until she swallowed reflexively. “Good girl.” He withdrew his fingers and cleaned them on her cheek. “You’re going to swallow a lot more of that over the coming weeks.” He leaned over her, one hand pressing gently on her lower belly where it now curved slightly outward from the sheer volume of his seed. “Your womb is full, Miss Voss. Completely full.” He pressed harder and she felt the warmth of his cum shift inside her.
“You’re going to feel it for days. Every time you move, you’ll feel my cum sloshing around in your womb. And you’ll remember who put it there.” He picked up his white coat, put it on, and straightened his collar. Within seconds, he was the composed, professional doctor again.
“Same time next Thursday,” he said, writing on his clipboard. “The procedure will be repeated until your symptoms improve.” He paused, then looked at her with those cold gray eyes. “Most patients require at least ten sessions. Some develop a dependency.
Their bodies stop functioning properly without regular insemination.” His gaze dropped to her swollen, cum-filled belly. “We’ll see which type you are.” He opened the door and held it. “Get dressed, Miss Voss. You’re free to go.” Elara lay there, trembling, her pussy still leaking his cum onto the paper, her womb heavy and full and pulsing around his absence. Her body didn’t feel like hers anymore. It felt like it belonged to him. As if reading her thoughts, Dr. Kane paused in the doorway. “And Miss Voss?”
She looked at him. “Try not to climax again before your next appointment. I want your womb nice and hungry when I refill it.” The door clicked shut. Elara pressed her hand against her swollen belly and felt the warmth of his seed moving inside her. It was everywhere. In her. On her. Between her teeth. And the worst part — the part that made her want to scream — was that her body already wanted more. ⁸
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